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Betkas walked into the building from outside with an expressionless face. He glanced at the aged, obese Grand Elder reclining in his chair, then merely crossed his arms over his chest, closed his eyes, and quietly waited to hear what the other man intended to say.
"Sa-Saiyan... are you... cough, cough... really planning to use the Dragon Balls to make a wish?!"
The Grand Elder looked at the stern-faced Betkas before him, his voice slightly breathless. Aside from the Grand Elder and Betkas, there were no other Namekians in the room. The Grand Elder had sent them all away.
After all, he did not want anyone overhearing what was about to be discussed.
"Of course. Otherwise, why would I come to this godforsaken planet?"
Betkas replied indifferently without opening his eyes.
"Then... what will you do if you fail?"
The Grand Elder suddenly asked in a grave tone.
That question made Betkas frown slightly. Whether the Dragon Balls could grant the wish he wanted was still unknown. Now that the Grand Elder had suddenly brought up such bad news, Betkas naturally had his doubts.
"Since the Dragon Balls claim to grant any wish, I trust they should be able to fulfill mine as well..."
Betkas spoke in a serious tone, though his heart was not entirely at ease. The Dragon Balls truly were not omnipotent. Wishes beyond