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Whis also took a look with great interest, seemingly finding this simple little fellow quite amusing.

With the matter settled, Whis clearly had no intention of delaying any further.

He stood up gracefully and gave a slight nod toward Vitelli: "Well then, shall we set off now?"

"Just a moment, Mr. Whis."

Vitelli immediately turned to Bulma. The smile on Bulma's face faded, her eyes filled with reluctance and even a hint of grievance.

She stepped forward and gently took hold of Vitelli's hand.

"Are you... leaving already?" Her voice sounded a bit muffled.

Vitelli held her cool little hand in return, his other hand gently stroking her short blue hair, his eyes filled with soothing warmth:

"Don't worry, Bulma. Have you forgotten that I have Instant Transmission? I will come back often and won't make you wait too long. Once I've figured out the situation over there, I'll take you there for a trip, and I'll stay there with you for a few months." He leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice.

Bulma was tickled by his final words and let out a "pfft" of laughter, the reluctance and grievance in her heart fading significantly.

She sniffled, feigning ferocity as she glared at him: "Hmph! If you dare stay away too long... see how I deal with you!"

"Yeah. I'm... leaving."

In the end, she let go of his hand, offering no further resistance.

Vitelli gave her a reassuring smile and turned to walk toward Whis.

Whis had already extended his peculiar Scepter, signaling for Vitelli to place his hand on his back.

Vitelli took a deep breath, cast one last look at Bulma and this temporary home, and gently placed his hand on Whis's strange attire.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any turbulence in the air.

The crystal ball at the top of the Scepter in Whis's hand glowed slightly, and the figures of the two were instantly enveloped in a soft yet incredibly brilliant light!

The light was as dazzling as condensed stardust, yet carried an indescribable sense of holiness.

The next second, the light transformed into a slender shooting star, trailing a dreamlike tail of radiance, and shot silently into the sky!

In Bulma's field of vision, it was merely a brilliant streak of light cutting through the azure sky, vanishing instantly into the depths of the vast, boundless universe, as if it had never appeared at all.

The dining room, which had been somewhat lively just moments ago, was left with only Bulma in an instant.

She tilted her head, gazing for a long time at the patch of sky where Vitelli had disappeared, where only a few wisps of white clouds drifted lazily.

The afternoon sun spilled over her through the massive floor-to-ceiling window, yet it could not dispel the sudden sense of emptiness in her heart.

From the direction of the kitchen, the faint, cheerful sounds of Goku rummaging for food only served to highlight the silence of the place.

"Idiot..."

Bulma murmured softly, unsure if she was referring to Vitelli or herself.

She sighed gently and finally withdrew her gaze.

Located in the depths of the universe, the God of Destruction Realm felt as though time flowed more slowly here than anywhere else.

The air was permeated with energy so pure it felt like a massage for one's nostrils with every breath.

The Oracle Fish was floating contentedly in its tank above a patch of grass, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Its little mouth was currently munching on snacks it had hidden away to prevent Whis from snatching them.

"That annoying guy Whis actually went out? How rare..."

The Oracle Fish muttered with satisfaction, its fins paddling comfortably in the tank.

"Every time I manage to hide some good food, I don't know how he always finds it! Whis, you big villain! Hmph!"

It whispered its grievances against the angel it both respected and feared, when suddenly... a gentle yet slightly mischievous voice rang out in its ear like a ghost:

"Ara~ Oracle Fish-san, is that how you describe me when I'm not around?"

"Pfft--!" The Oracle Fish was so startled it nearly spat out all the snacks in its mouth!

It stiffened and turned its head, only to see that Whis had silently appeared beside it at some point.

Whis wore his signature warm smile, his purple eyes locked precisely onto the snack bag it hadn't managed to hide in time.

The Oracle Fish's fins froze, then it let out a heavy, resigned sigh, its fishy face displaying an expression that clearly said, "You win this time."

It slowly pulled another, more exquisite-looking bag of snacks from somewhere at its side and tremblingly offered it to Whis with its fin:

"Here... take it. Don't hold a grudge, this is my last bit!"

Before the words had even faded, it flicked its tail violently and "whoosh," the entire fish vanished without a trace, moving so fast that even Vitelli, standing behind Whis, hadn't seen it clearly.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho~" Whis let out a pleasant chuckle as he watched the direction the Oracle Fish had disappeared, gracefully catching the bag of snacks and tucking it away.

Only then did he turn to Vitelli, who was standing behind him with an expression of pure amazement.

"The reaction was truly swift; it is worthy of a creature from the God of Destruction Realm."

Vitelli sighed with genuine emotion; even a fish in the God of Destruction Realm was no simple matter.

"Ahem," Whis cleared his throat, his face regaining some of the sternness befitting a mentor.

"Alright, Vitelli, welcome officially to the God of Destruction Realm. This will be the primary location for your training for the foreseeable future. Now..."

Whis tapped his Scepter lightly against the ground. "Are you ready?"

"Of course!"

Vitelli's gaze sharpened instantly, his muscles tensing instinctively. The ki radiating from his body began to flow in an agitated, shimmering haze, his energy coiled and ready to strike.

He had expected Whis's training to be some earth-shattering ordeal.

However, Whis merely curled his lips into a subtle arc, and the crystal ball atop his Scepter flickered ever so slightly.

Hum—!

An unimaginably terrifying pressure descended upon Vitelli without warning!

This pressure did not come from the outside; it felt as if the weight of every cell, every bone, and every drop of blood within his body had been magnified countless times over!

"Urgh!"

Caught off guard, Vitelli let out a muffled groan. His legs felt as if they had been struck by an invisible giant hammer; his knees buckled, and with a loud thud, he was slammed face-first into the ground!

His face pressed firmly against the grass, and he couldn't even lift a single finger!

Every bone in his body groaned under the unbearable load, his blood felt as though it had congealed, and breathing became an agonizing struggle!

The white ki aura surrounding him flickered out like a candle in the wind, and even maintaining his Super Explosive Ki became an impossible luxury!

This sensation... it was thousands, no, tens of thousands of times more terrifying than the Gravity Chamber Bulma had built! It was a complete, dimensional suppression!

"Don't worry," Whis's voice remained gentle, as if he had only performed a trivial task.

"This is merely the most basic adaptation training. It isn't set to a fixed multiplier; rather, it is 'automatically customized' based on your body's current limit. Now then..."

With another tap of his Scepter, a plain-looking gray stone about the size of a washbasin appeared out of thin air, resting just ahead of where Vitelli lay.

"I need you to adapt to your current state, then lift this stone and move it freely."

Whis pointed at the rock, his tone as casual as if he were assigning homework. "You may begin now."

With that, he turned gracefully, produced an exquisite tea set from nowhere, and sat at a nearby stone table to brew tea at his leisure.

His gaze rested on Vitelli with keen interest, wearing the relaxed expression of someone settling in to watch a show.

"Wi... Whis!"

Vitelli squeezed the words out through gritted teeth, sweat pouring from his forehead, neck, and back like a stream, instantly soaking his combat suit.

"Just... just how many times gravity is this?! I... I can't even... move... at all!"

Whis was focused on pouring spring water into his teapot and replied slowly without looking up: "Multiplier? Hmm... I don't actually know. Didn't I tell you? It's automatically customized to your limits. Don't worry about the details; the result is what matters, Vitelli, ho ho ho~"

Vitelli was screaming internally, but his body was so honest that he barely had the strength left to complain.

He tried to focus his will, channeling even the slightest shred of power within him to move the basin-sized stone before his eyes.

Yet, let alone lifting it, he exerted every ounce of his strength and couldn't even lift a single finger a millimeter off the ground!

To him, that stone now felt no different than an ordinary human facing a massive, immovable mountain!

Helpless, Vitelli abandoned the foolish notion of wrestling with the stone.

He resorted to the most primitive method—the one he deemed most effective.

Push-ups!

Starting with the most basic physical adaptation!

Vitelli gritted his teeth, pouring every last bit of available strength into his arms and core muscle groups.

"Haa... ah!"

A suppressed roar erupted from the depths of his throat.

He used every ounce of his strength to barely lift his chest a few centimeters off the ground, his arms trembling violently.

But he did not give up. Once, twice, three times... every lift was an arduous struggle, every descent left his blood churning, and his sweat began to pool into a small puddle on the grass.

Whis took a sip of his fragrant tea, watching Vitelli's difficult struggle with an approving smile.

"Vitelli is quite clever. He found the right path so quickly."

Vitelli had just finished a few push-ups and was lying on the ground, gasping for air; hearing this, he nearly choked.

He turned his head with great difficulty and shot a resentful look at Whis: "Wi... Whis! I... I'm not a three-year-old child! You don't have to... mock me with such sarcastic praise!"

He felt that no matter how he heard it, Whis was teasing him.

"Oh my," Whis set down his teacup and waved his hand with an expression of genuine sincerity.

"I am quite serious, Vitelli. You know, a long, long time ago, when I first began training Lord Beerus, he..."

A look of nostalgia and amusement crossed Whis's face.

"He spent three whole days wrestling with a stone I conjured! He tried every method imaginable, even attempting to blow it to pieces, but only ended up exhausting himself to the point of collapse while the stone didn't budge an inch. It wasn't until he was completely spent that he finally understood: when one's foundation is not solid, the desire to bypass obstacles and reach the heavens in a single step is a truly foolish notion."

Vitelli could easily picture the scene—the irritable God of Destruction bombarding a rock for three days straight... the image was truly something else.

He said no more. After taking Whis's words to heart, he lowered his head, cast aside all distractions, and poured his entire focus into this most primitive and grueling of basic training.

Once, twice... ten thousand times... thirty thousand times... every lift and drop was accompanied by the tearing and rebirth of muscle fibers.

Time lost all meaning here; only the sound of dripping sweat and the bellows-like, heavy panting of Vitelli became the main melody of this space.

Earth, West City, inside Brief Manor.

The first day without Vitelli, missing him.

The second day without Vitelli, missing him, missing him.

The... day without Vitelli. Bulma had already lost track of how many days it had been.

At this moment, she was sitting alone on a rattan chair in the backyard, the black tea on the small round table before her long since gone cold.

Her gaze was slightly unfocused, staring blankly at the first-generation, old-model Gravity Chamber that Dr. Brief had built in the corner of the backyard.

Its mottled metal shell cast a faint, metallic luster under the setting sun.

Bulma's mind involuntarily sketched out a scene: the heavy alloy door of the Gravity Chamber would suddenly emit a soft "hiss," then slowly slide open.

Then, Vitelli would emerge, carrying the fresh, damp scent of a recent shower, a towel draped casually over his shoulders, drying his wet, spiky hair while walking toward her with that signature, slightly lazy, slightly wicked grin of his...

She shook her head violently, casting aside this unrealistic fantasy.

"Idiot..."

She cursed under her breath, not knowing if she was scolding herself or that guy who was off in some unknown corner of the universe.

"I know it's impossible... he's only been gone for so long, how could he possibly come back right away?"

Reason told her that since Vitelli had followed Whis to the God of Destruction Realm to train, it was impossible for him to return in the short term.

But the intense longing and expectation deep in her heart coiled around her like vines, making it impossible for her to truly find peace.

Just then, a soft "hiss--" sound actually came from the direction of the Gravity Chamber! The alloy door slowly slid to one side!

Bulma's heart skipped a beat!