"I don't care. Now that the Dimensional Fruits are in my hands, I won't hand them over."
Gran naturally understood their importance, so he began to play dirty.
"You..."
Iwan was shaped like a ball of fur, and his rage made the fur all over his body tremble nonstop.
Lion Lambert behind him was equally angry, but even if he and Iwan joined forces, they would absolutely be no match for the person before them.
"Alright, Lord Iwan, don't be angry. With an Inter-Universal Martial Arts Tournament like mine to help you, your Mortal Level Index can definitely rise by one point within ten thousand years."
Gran was somewhat afraid Iwan would decide to go down with him, so he gave an awkward laugh.
Iwan's voice grew colder. "Universe 1's Mortal Level Index has already reached 8.50. Raising it by one point would mean 9.50. Do you think that's possible?"
Gran: "..."
The database center immediately fell silent.
Because Iwan was right. That was a Mortal Level Index of 9.50. The higher the index, the harder it was to raise. Forget ten thousand years—even a hundred million years might not be enough for Universe 1 to rise by one point.
"Then what do you want?"
Gran's voice suddenly turned cold.
Iwan, who had been furious just moments ago, immediately shuddered.
Something's wrong. I'm clearly the victim, so why does it feel like he's the victim instead?
"Give me back my Dimensional Fruits!" Iwan stared fiercely at Gran.
"That's impossible. And I'm taking them back to Universe 7 so I can plant them there as well." The corner of Gran's mouth curled upward.
"Plant the Dimensional Fruit Tree?"
Iwan instantly clutched his stomach and burst into laughter. "Have you gone mad? You actually want to plant the Dimensional Fruit Tree?"
Gran: