"Take a guess."
Glen's eyes darted.
Whis said meaningfully, "I'd guess that was your full power."
Glen: "..."
Were this Angel's eyes really that sharp? He could even tell that?
In fact, that really was his current full power, but... their Saiyan race could transform!
Glen had no idea what level the "S cells" in his body had reached.
Besides, he had spent the past six months busy training his strength and fighting giant beasts, so he had never tried transforming.
If he could transform, his Super Saiyan 1 form could increase his power fiftyfold!
Looks like I need to find a chance to try transforming.
"Hehe, um, Lord Beerus!"
Glen paid Whis no further attention. He stood up and rubbed his little hands together, looking as sleazy as could be.
"What?"
"Can I ask you a few questions?"
"No."
"You..."
Glen clenched his little fists. Why wasn't this skinny bag of bones following the script? He really wanted to punch him!
Seeing Glen get shut down, Beerus couldn't help the slight upward curl of his lips. That's what you get for annoying me all day!
Whis had already lain back down on his lounge chair. The comical exchange between these two jokers put him in a very good mood.
"Lord Beerus, what's my power level now? And how fast am I progressing in my training? How big is the gap compared to you?"
Glen knitted his two little eyebrows and asked all the questions on his mind in one go.
He really didn't know how strong he was now, or what that amounted to in terms of power level.
But judging by the multiplier on his gravity suit, he could already withstand four thousand times gravity.
According to the original story, Son Goku had only trained at a hundred times gravity on his journey from Earth to Planet Namek.
Comparing four thousand times to a hundred times, his current strength had clearly reached an astonishing level.
Glen was naturally thrilled to have achieved such results after six months of training. Even Son Goku and Vegeta later in the story probably hadn't trained as fast as him!
But what about compared to the strongest God of Destruction?
Glen really wanted to know the gap between himself and the strongest God of Destruction.
"By the power-level scale used in the universe, your power has reached one billion," Whis said slowly from his lounge chair.
"How much?"
Thinking he had misheard, Glen dug at his little ears again.
"You've reached a power level of one billion after six months of training. Happy now?" Beerus folded his arms and turned his head aside.
"What?!"
Glen finally heard him clearly. He instantly grew excited, his whole little face turning bright red.
"A power level of one billion! My God, I have a power level of one billion!!"
Glen bounced around excitedly.
At that moment, he finally gained a rough idea of his own strength.
According to what people said in his previous life, Fat Buu in Dragon Ball Z had a power level of roughly fifty billion. (That's Xiaobai's rough guess. Don't yell at me if it's wrong.)
Back then, Son Goku had only gained the strength to kill Fat Buu after transforming into Super Saiyan 3, which increased his power four hundredfold.
In other words, Son Goku's power level as a Super Saiyan 3 had exceeded at least fifty billion.
Taking fifty billion as Son Goku's power level and dividing it by four hundred gave 125 million.
That meant Son Goku's base power level during the Majin Buu arc had only been around 125 million.
Then didn't that mean my current strength far surpassed Son Goku's during the Majin Buu arc?
Glen counted on his little fingers, growing more excited as he went.
"Lord Beerus, my talent seems pretty damn awesome!" Glen leaped onto Beerus's back in excitement.
"You're so annoying. Can you get the hell off me?"
"No! Lord Beerus, tell me, how fast am I progressing? And how far behind am I compared to you?"
"Can I not answer?"
"Hurry up and tell me, or I'll make you stinky tofu later!"
Hearing about stinky tofu again, Beerus couldn't help shuddering.
What kind of good food has "stinky" in its name? Given how rotten this brat is, he definitely means no good!
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Beerus lifted the little fellow off his back and held him in front of him, looking helpless.
Another three seconds passed before he composed himself again. "You're progressing pretty well, but compared to me, you're nowhere close!"
Beerus said this without blushing in the slightest.
In his own words, I'm the strongest God of Destruction. If I admit I'm inferior to this little brat, what happens to my dignity?
Whis rolled his eyes. He had known Beerus would answer like that.
"Huh?"
Glen's eyes widened. He had reached a power level of one billion in just six months, and that pace was still nowhere close?
He found it a little hard to believe. Looking toward the lounge chair beside them, he asked in his childish voice, "Whis, is Lord Beerus telling the truth?"
"..."
The corner of Whis's mouth twitched. Why are you asking me now?
What am I supposed to say?
Should I tell the truth or lie? Asking an Angel like me to lie is going a bit far, isn't it?
Whis was just about to shake his head and tell the truth.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!"
Beerus began coughing desperately beside him.
Glen froze, then frowned. "Lord Beerus, what's wrong?"
Beerus coughed twice more before saying as though nothing had happened, "Nothing. Just choked on my spit."
"Even a God of Destruction can choke on his spit?"
"Mind your own business!"
"..."
The corner of Glen's mouth twitched. He stopped bothering with this muggle Beerus. If he could even choke on his own spit, what was he if not a muggle?
He continued, "Whis, Lord Beerus wouldn't lie to me, would he?"
Whis really wanted to tell the truth, but Beerus kept frantically signaling him. Finally, he sighed. "Do you think Lord Beerus would lie to you?"
He had said something ambiguous. That didn't count as lying, did it?
"Him?"
Glen turned his head to glance at this muggle God of Destruction, and his spirits immediately wilted.
"True. Lord Beerus might be a bit mean, but he's never lied to me."
"Sure enough, I'm still far, far behind Lord Beerus!"
"Lord Beerus, you really do deserve to be called the strongest God of Destruction!"
Glen directed that last sentence at Beerus, speaking with utter sincerity and even giving him a thumbs-up.
Beerus felt his face grow slightly hot. Whis asked whether I would lie to you, but I actually am lying to you!
"I'm going to cook!"
Glen sighed and left.
Whis rose from his lounge chair and watched Glen's little retreating figure. "Lord Beerus, you're pretty wicked, lying even to a child!" he said with a smile.
"How is that wicked? I'm doing it for his own good!"
Beerus clasped his hands behind his back and said calmly, "This little fellow's talent is ridiculous. If I don't knock him down a peg, he might really get full of himself!"
"Ohoho~~ Only you could make something sound so high-minded, Lord Beerus."
"Laughing at me? Then why did you say something so ambiguous back there?"
"...Lord Beerus, I've noticed you're getting more and more thick-skinned. Have you already forgotten how you were signaling me?"
"I just choked on my spit. What else did you think I was doing?"
Looking at Beerus's shameless expression, Whis managed only two words: "You win!"