The God of Destruction Realm.
With Whis's permission, Glen settled down in the God of Destruction Realm.
Early the next morning, Whis provided the ingredients again, and Glen made breakfast for Whis and himself.
Breakfast was two bowls of beef noodles, one large and one small. The small one was about the size of a normal noodle bowl, but the large one was as big as a water vat!!!!!
When Whis saw the ridiculously large serving of beef noodles on the table, the corner of his mouth twitched.
But he had seen Glen's appetite yesterday, so he didn't say much.
As Whis ate the beef noodles, little stars appeared in his eyes again.
Letting the little fellow stay in the God of Destruction Realm had been an incredibly good decision!
Whis suddenly thought of Beerus again and instinctively guarded his bowl.
At the table, Glen noisily slurped up a mouthful of noodles, then raised his little head. "Mr. Whis, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Whis smiled awkwardly.
He and Beerus were so used to fighting over things that whenever he ate something delicious, he instinctively guarded against him.
Glen nodded his little head, then suddenly thought of something. "I've heard there's an Oracle Fish in the God of Destruction Realm too. How come I haven't seen it?"
"It's fallen asleep."
Whis glanced at the little fellow. He certainly knew a lot. "All right, no talking while eating or sleeping. Eat quickly. I'll be teaching you to train in a little while."
Glen wanted to retort that someone had made those strange cries of pleasure with every bite of fish yesterday.
But when he heard that Whis was about to teach him to train, he hurriedly ate his breakfast faster.
More than ten minutes later.
Whis used magic to clear away the bowls and chopsticks from the lakeside table, and the two of them stood by the lake.
Whis stared intently at Glen.
His energy was violent, his aura was unstable, every movement included unnecessary motions, he couldn't restrain his aura, his state of mind couldn't keep up with his dimension, and his dimensional realm was unstable...
Under Whis's strange gaze, Glen couldn't help swallowing. "Mr. Whis, what's wrong?"
Holding his staff, Whis clicked his tongue. "Do you know how big the God of Destruction Realm is?"
Why is he asking that? Glen shook his head. "I don't know."
Whis said with a straight face, "Your flaws could circle the God of Destruction Realm ten times."
Glen: "..."
He really is Vados's younger brother. It's like that little mouth of his is coated in poison!
Glen still asked respectfully, "Mr. Whis, how should I train, then?"
"At your current stage, you can't train your strength yet."
"Why not?"
"A few days ago, you recovered from a near-death state, and your strength shot up to 200 times what it was. Did you know that?" Whis said meaningfully.
"What?"
Glen's eyes widened, and he felt his body.
So it was true that Saiyans could unlock their potential by recovering from near death!
He was an elite warrior. His battle power of 800 multiplied 200 times made 160,000. That was even greater than Ginyu's!
"I have a battle power of 160,000 at age six?"
Glen was thrilled. He hadn't expected his talent to be so powerful.
Whis shook his head inwardly.
Glen was only six, and his potential had yet to reach the point of erupting.
If his potential had been unlocked solely because of a serious injury, even a tenfold increase in strength would have been good. A 200-fold increase was simply impossible.
Glen's 200-fold increase in strength was entirely due to his rise in dimension.
"Although that sudden surge of strength is yours, you haven't mastered it yet, so you could also say it isn't yours."
Whis smiled faintly. "Don't you think your aura feels very unstable right now?"
Glen shook his head.
Not counting the time he'd spent unconscious, it had been less than two days since he'd transmigrated.
In that little time, he hadn't even managed to master this body's original 800 points of strength, much less the strength that had surged so dramatically.
At most, Glen could use the memories in his brain to fire off a few energy blasts. As for the deeper art of controlling his aura, he had no idea how to do it.
Naturally, he couldn't sense auras either!
Glen raised his little head, his eyes shining. "Mr. Whis, what do I need to do now?"
"At your current stage, you need to lay a foundation. Only with a solid foundation can you go further in the future."
Whis teased, "Your first step is to master every strand of your power. But the process will be a little painful. Can you handle that?"
"Painful?"
Glen shook his head, his big, round eyes full of determination. "I'm not afraid!"
There were too many powerful people in the world of Dragon Ball. Any one of their attacks could destroy a planet.
Without formidable strength, let alone reaching the top of the pyramid in Zeno's Universe, even staying alive would be in question!
Given a choice between pain and death, Glen would rather endure more hardship.
"All right, you said it. Follow me."
Wearing a mischievous grin, Whis walked toward the distant God of Destruction's palace.
Glen trotted after him, only to realize they were heading for the God of Destruction's palace.
His scalp instantly went numb. Was he going to have to enter the God of Destruction's palace? That was where Beerus, the God of Destruction, slept!
The two soon arrived at the palace gates.
The two doors were five meters tall and grayish white all over, with numerous ancient patterns carved into them. From time to time, wisps of destructive aura leaked through the gap between them.
Standing before the gates, Glen felt as though his whole body had plunged into an ice cavern, as if the aura seeping out would disintegrate him at any moment!
No way. Is this the pain involved in mastering my power?
But then!
"Come in."
Whis paid Glen no mind. He pushed the gates open and walked inside.
The instant Whis opened the gates, a vast aura rushed at Glen, crushing him to the ground. Even his soul trembled.
What kind of aura is this?!
So... so terrifying!
Whis glanced back at Glen, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.
This was the aura of Beerus's snores as he slept, mixed with a trace of destructive aura. If an ordinary person were enveloped by it, not even their bones would remain.
However...
Glen's dimension had already reached Peak King Kai. The next realm would be the Deity Dimension, on the same level as Beerus.
Only with the support of a dimension like that had Glen avoided being reduced to dust.
"Keep following me."
Knowing Glen would be fine, Whis entered the palace hall.
There was a corridor on either side of the hall. He turned and walked to the right.
Glen struggled to his feet and saw that his body hadn't been injured. So this wasn't where he was supposed to master his strength.
He hurried after Whis again.
There were many windows along the corridor, and through them he could see part of the God of Destruction Realm's scenery.
Little Glen also noticed that the corridor formed a ring, seemingly around something.
His heart jolted as he thought of something. Looking at Whis's back, he asked cautiously:
"Mr. Whis, is this where Lord Beerus is sleeping?"
Glen pointed at the corridor's inner wall.
Whis looked back and smiled. "That's right. The space inside is where Lord Beerus sleeps. If you don't want to wake him, you'd better not make too much noise."
Wake Beerus?
Glen thought of the scenes from the Battle of Gods movie.
That was impossible. In the anime, even an alarm clock with a time bomb had nearly failed to wake Beerus. How could a little talking disturb him?
Whis is really awful!
Glen cursed inwardly, but he still didn't dare make too much noise. Better safe than sorry.
Seeing how cautious Glen was, Whis thought he had frightened the little fellow and couldn't help giving a wicked, smug grin.
"Go on in. Three years in there should be enough for you to master your strength."
At the end of the corridor, Whis opened a door.
"Three years?"
Before Glen could react, a kick landed on his little backside, sending his whole little body tumbling into the room.
Whis's smug "Oh ho ho" laughter came from outside the door.
The laughter gave Glen an ominous feeling. He got up from the floor and finally got a clear look at the room.
Rather than a room, it was more like a world. It was enormous.
Deserts, glaciers, storms...
The environment of this world was extremely harsh, and many bizarre-looking giant beasts were roaring and fighting one another.
Suddenly!
A powerful pressure bore down on him!
"It's gravity!"
Glen was crushed to the ground. He felt as though every cell in his body had been shackled.
That wasn't all. When the giant beasts saw him appear, many of them rushed toward him.
I have to fight giant beasts in this environment? So this is how I'm supposed to master my strength!!
"Aaargh!!!"
"Whis, I hate you!!!"
"Next time I make dumplings, I'll make you eat nothing but the wrappers!!!"
Time flew, and just like that, a month passed.
There was a table and a set of chairs by the lake. Whis sat in one of the chairs, looking listless.
He sighed and muttered to himself, "Let's see, it'll be more than two years before the little fellow comes out. The days without his cooking are really hard to bear!"
Suddenly!
A bright-eyed little fellow walked out of the palace, looking utterly bedraggled.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, his clothes were torn into strips, and his body was covered in wounds...
But judging by his movements, he seemed to have gained complete control of his strength!