Gran knew that there was no way to keep this method secret. He didn't mind others copying him, but that didn't mean he would willingly let them copy him for free.
Especially in the Dragon Ball world, where strength reigned supreme—if they dared to copy his method, then he dared to collect an appropriate patent fee.
As for whether they would try to weasel out of it or simply refuse to pay…
Would they dare?
"Patent fee?"
The various deities immediately frowned. They clearly didn't understand what the term meant.
At that moment, Bulma came running over from the distance.
"I'm guessing you esteemed gods don't know what a patent fee is, right? I can explain it to you."
Liquiir and Rumsshi exchanged a glance.
This mortal is pretty bold.
She actually dared to interrupt a conversation between gods.
But…
Neither of them reacted.
The main reason was that Gran had just beaten the crap out of them. If this mortal had some sort of relationship with Gran and they acted against her, things could turn very ugly.
"Tch!"
Champa curled his lip.
He had actually been looking forward to seeing what these two lofty Gods of Destruction would do to Bulma.
If they had made a move, there would have been another good show to watch.
Meanwhile, Vegeta watched this scene with one hand pressed against his chest.
His heart was pounding wildly.
This little sister of my wife is seriously fearless!
"Basically, a patent fee means…"
Bulma began explaining the concept to the various gods.
And when the final word left her mouth...
"What? Gran, are you saying that if we copy your tournament format, we have to give you something in return?"
Liquiir's voice rose considerably.
"Do you have a problem with that?"
Gran folded his arms.
He was quite satisfied with Bulma's initiative. She had saved him the trouble of wasting his breath explaining everything himself.
Bulma immediately scampered back over to Gran and Whis's side.
She definitely felt safer standing next to these two big shots.
Whis couldn't help chuckling.
If Gran and I weren't here, this little troublemaker probably wouldn't even know how many times she'd have been beaten to death by now.
"You!!!"
Liquiir clenched his fists and glanced at Rumsshi.
Rumsshi shook his head at him.
Liquiir finally sighed.
"Fine. Your tournament method really is effective, so I'll give you something in return."
Rumsshi also spoke up.
"Go ahead. What do you want?"
Admitting defeat like this was incredibly frustrating.
But when the other side had the bigger fists, what could they do?
Refuse?
They had entered the Seventh Universe standing upright.
If they actually said the word no, there was a good chance they'd be leaving the universe horizontally.
"Hmph. I should've known better than to come to the Seventh Universe. If I hadn't come here, Gran wouldn't have been able to squeeze me dry."
The thought made Rumsshi glare at Liquiir again.
"Gran, they're really going to pay!"
Champa's eyes lit up.
He was already preparing to make an outrageous demand.
Gran placed a hand on Champa's shoulder and stopped him.
Then he stepped forward and said with a teasing smile,
"Since you two are sensible enough to cooperate, let's settle it this way. You're copying my tournament format, aren't you? From now on, every ten years, you two will hand over ninety percent of all your Divine Fruits as tribute."
Gran had already reached the Angel Realm.
There were very few things in the Dragon Ball world that could still benefit him.
As for what he wanted, neither Rumsshi nor Liquiir could satisfy him—even the Super Dragon couldn't necessarily fulfill his needs.
Therefore, Gran hadn't made some outrageous demand.
Instead, he was simply collecting something that would actually be useful to the Seventh Universe.
For example, the Divine Fruits they intended to use as tournament rewards.
These Divine Fruits were useless to gods, but in the eyes of mortals, they were still incredibly precious.
And although the Seventh and Sixth Universes already possessed quite a number of these Divine Fruits, who would ever complain about having too many?
"Ninety percent?!"
Rumsshi's elephant eyes widened.
"Why don't you just rob us outright?!"
Liquiir also angrily shouted,
"Gran, have you lost your mind?! We need these Divine Fruits as rewards too! If we give nearly all of them to you, what are we supposed to do?!"
Even Champa, who had been standing nearby, was stunned by Gran's demand.
He had originally been planning to make an outrageous demand himself.
But after hearing Gran's request, he realized something.
Gran was the real lion!
"You'll figure out what to do yourselves."
Gran's voice remained completely calm.
"I want ninety percent of the Divine Fruits. If you can't do that, then you'd better not copy my tournament format. Otherwise, I'll beat the hell out of you."
His tone was calm, but the threat behind his words was unmistakable.
In truth, demanding ninety percent of their Divine Fruits wasn't actually as unreasonable as it sounded.
Within the Gods of Destruction Realms and Supreme Kai Realms, even if Rumsshi and Liquiir were left with only ten percent of their Divine Fruits, that would still be enough to provide the rewards for a single Universe Martial Arts Tournament.
Of course, it would probably only be enough for one.
If they wanted to hold another tournament afterward, they would have to accumulate Divine Fruits all over again.
"This little guy…"
Kusu suppressed her laughter.
Only now did she realize just how ruthless Gran could be.
With this arrangement, the mortal level indices of the Tenth and Eleventh Universes would certainly benefit from their Universe Martial Arts Tournament.
But without enough Divine Fruits to support them, there was absolutely no way they could raise their mortal level indices as rapidly as the Sixth and Seventh Universes had.
Marcarita also shook her head slightly.
If Gran were an ordinary God of Destruction, then Liquiir and Rumsshi would definitely have ignored his so-called patent fee.
After all, Gods of Destruction couldn't fight one another.
No matter how angry Gran became, he wouldn't be able to force two genuine Gods of Destruction to comply.
But…
Gran happened to be a Candidate God of Destruction.
He wasn't bound by those restrictions.
The saying "outside the Three Realms and beyond the Five Elements" couldn't have been more fitting for him.
And on top of that, his strength was terrifyingly powerful.
Liquiir and Rumsshi genuinely had no way to deal with Gran.
"Oh, right."
Gran suddenly spoke again.
"When I say ninety percent, I'm talking about ninety percent of all your Divine Fruits, not just the Life Fruits."
"What?!"
Liquiir immediately understood what Gran meant.
He became furious once again.
"Gran, don't push it! Do you even realize what you're saying?!"
"Exactly!"
Rumsshi was equally unwilling to accept it.
"With you charging us this much, we might as well not hold the tournament at all!"
Champa and Fuwa swallowed nervously.
A moment ago, they had thought Gran was simply making an outrageous demand.
Now, they could only say one thing:
Gran was genuinely ruthless!
Meanwhile, Bulma was wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth.
Gran threatening two Gods of Destruction like that is seriously cool!
Vados, Kusu, and Marcarita—the three Angels—were also dumbfounded.
Gran's demand wasn't merely ruthless anymore.
He was practically leaving them no way to survive!
Even Whis couldn't help laughing.
You're taking ninety percent of all their Divine Fruits.
Why not just forbid them from holding this kind of tournament altogether?
Going around in circles like this isn't any less troublesome.
…
END OF CHAPTER
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