Time flew.
In the blink of an eye, two years had passed since his return to Earth.
Compared to the years before, these two years truly felt like an instant. Kairos finally experienced the loneliness that only Gods of Destruction on Beerus and Champa's level could understand.
Time was becoming less and less important.
Honestly, only after reaching this level of strength did he truly understand why so many powerful beings lost interest in things.
For beings like Angel Whis, Angel Vados, God of Destruction Beerus, and God of Destruction Champa, even having the motivation to seek out delicious food was already rare.
No!
Rather than saying they genuinely loved food and wanted to taste something better,
it was more accurate to say that, with nothing to do throughout their endless years, they had deliberately cultivated a hobby for themselves.
That way, they could while away the long years.
Too powerful to find an opponent, Kairos also found himself lamenting how small the world was. Even time had become worthless.
Fortunately, he was a transmigrator whose horizons extended far beyond this world.
True, he was already more than invincible enough in this timeline, but that did not mean his life had become empty.
Kairos still had things to do, such as enjoying his romance with Bulma now that their relationship was official, or treating life as a game and watching the events of this era from his current perspective.
And today,
May 7, Age 753,
was another very special day.
The 22nd World Martial Arts Tournament opened, and Kairos accompanied Bulma to Papaya Island to watch.
This also marked the first time he had truly met the Z Fighters of this era.
Since he had never shown himself before, none of them knew him. But when they learned that Kairos