I'm Not Negotiating with You

"You could put it that way. When I need you, I'll bring you back to life."

Gran nodded. "But if you want me to resurrect you, you'll have to demonstrate your proper worth when the time comes."

"Wait!"

Frieza finally spoke. From what Gran had just said, he too had been included in Gran's plans.

"What do we need to do to be considered valuable?"

Frieza stared at Gran. "And you said you would need us. What exactly do you need us to do?"

The man before them was a Candidate God of Destruction. His strength was terrifyingly mysterious, while they were merely mortals. They were not even comparable to a single hair on Gran's head.

How could they possibly be of any use to Gran?

Yet Gran had come looking for them under these circumstances. Even an idiot would know something was off!

Cooler perked up his ears as well. He wanted to know what Gran would have them do in the future.

"If you want to have value, you only need to become stronger."

Gran looked at the two brothers. "As for what I'll have you do in the future, I can't tell you yet."

Frieza snorted. "You can't tell us? Then why should we listen to you?"

Bulma: "..."

Frieza had some nerve. He actually dared to speak to Lord Gran like that. Wasn't he afraid of dying?

Gran fell silent as well. He suddenly appeared before Frieza, leaving barely ten centimeters between them.

Frieza was startled. Terror made his entire body tremble.

"Frieza."

Gran's voice turned incomparably cold, and the pressure of the Divine Dimension around him erupted.

Rumble—!

In that instant, every heroic spirit in Otherworld prostrated themselves on the ground.

Cooler, hanging nearby, only felt an unparalleled force pressing down upon him. As expected