Eternal Youth for Tights

After Louis finished speaking, a Namekian who looked very much like Piccolo landed before him.

Nail bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Candidate God of Destruction!"

Louis was taken aback by this; he hadn't expected the Grand Elder to already know his identity.

"I wish to see your Grand Elder."

"The Grand Elder is already awaiting the Candidate God of Destruction. Please, follow me."

Nail kept observing Louis.

There was no powerful aura radiating from Louis; could this really be the terrifying deity the Grand Elder had spoken of?

Nail took to the sky.

Louis held Tights and soared upward.

With her feet off the ground, Tights hurriedly wrapped her arms tightly around Louis's waist—it was hard to tell if she was afraid of falling or just taking advantage of him!

They arrived at a village, and at the far end stood a stone tower topped with a white house.

The house was full of Namekian character, looking exactly as it did in the anime.

Louis followed Nail, landed on the stone tower, and walked inside.

Nail wanted to tell the woman to wait outside, but considering Louis was the terrifying deity the Grand Elder had described, he decided against it.

Entering the house and reaching the second floor, Tights saw the massive Namekian and, terrified, hid in Louis's arms.

"Louis, he... he..."

"..."

Louis was speechless. Why hadn't he noticed Tights being this clingy before?

It seemed that ever since he had awakened this time, Tights had become quite attached!

"Don't be afraid, this is the Grand Elder of Namek."

"The Grand Elder of Namek?"

Only then did Tights peek her face out from Louis's arms to look at the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder of Namek was truly massive, standing a full three meters tall, though he was clearly very old, as evidenced by his withered, yellowed skin.

The Grand Elder glanced at Tights before finally looking at Louis.

"Greetings, Candidate God of Destruction!"

The Grand Elder apologized, "My body is frail, and I cannot stand to offer my respects. I beg the Candidate God of Destruction to forgive me."

"It's fine!"

Louis waved his hand and smiled, "It seems the Grand Elder had long foreseen my arrival!"

The Grand Elder was startled and quickly said, "Please, my Lord, forgive me. I only discovered your whereabouts while foreseeing the future of Namek."

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face; foreseeing the movements of a deity could surely lead to the annihilation of his entire race.

Louis knew the Grand Elder possessed the secret art of prophecy, so he said, "Ha, rest easy, Grand Elder. I have no intention of blaming you."

The Grand Elder finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, my Lord, do you have any instructions for your visit to Namek?"

"I wish to use your Wishing Orb."

"Very well, I shall have Nail take you to collect the Wishing Orb."

The Grand Elder did not hesitate and agreed immediately.

Compared to how he dealt with Frieza in the original story, the Grand Elder was far more accommodating toward Louis.

How could he not be?

Offending Frieza might lead to death, but at least there was a chance for reincarnation.

But if one were to offend Louis, there wouldn't even be a chance for reincarnation.

Having received the Grand Elder's orders, Nail led Louis outside.

"Louis, that Grand Elder seems really afraid of you!" Tights said, enjoying the warmth of Louis's embrace as he carried her through the sky.

"The Grand Elder knows my identity, so of course he's afraid. Have you forgotten the planets that provoked me earlier?"

Louis was referring to the planets he had destroyed while they were traveling through the universe over the past six months.

Recalling this, Tights swallowed hard, "I suppose he has every reason to be afraid of you."

A God of Destruction—how terrifying!

With a mere flick of a finger, they could destroy an entire planet, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The trio set out from the village where the Grand Elder resided, traveling through six other villages until they finally gathered all seven Dragon Ball.

In an open clearing, Nail piled the Dragon Ball together and glanced at the young man.

What kind of power did this deity possess to frighten the Grand Elder to such an extent?

Nail exhaled; being in the presence of an unknown entity was incredibly stressful.

"Come forth, Porunga!!"

Nail shouted out in the Namekian language.

The sky suddenly fell silent!

Tights held her breath.

Louis was also observing the seven Dragon Ball on the ground; this was the first time he had seen them since arriving in this world.

It had to be said that the Namekian Dragon Ball were truly massive. Compared to the ones on Earth, which were the size of a fist, the Namekian ones were no different from basketballs.

Naturally, the Namekian Dragon Ball could also grant more wishes than the ones on Earth.

While Louis was thinking about the pros and cons of the Namekian Dragon Ball from the original work.

BOOM--!

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder rumbled!

A thick beam of golden light suddenly erupted from the seven giant Dragon Ball, shooting straight into the sky!

Thunder crashed!

The pitch-black sky instantly brightened as that golden light condensed into a physical form!

This scene left Tights utterly shocked.

Although Louis had seen this scene in the anime, witnessing it with his own eyes was truly somewhat staggering.

"Roar..."

A massive green Western-style dragon appeared in the sky.

"State your wishes. Whatever wish you have, I can..."

"Hiss!!!"

"Candidate God of Destruction... Lord Candidate God of Destruction, why are you here?"

Porunga pulled a handkerchief from who knows where and wiped the sweat from his face.

Nail's eyes widened in disbelief.

What the hell, even the Shenron has to bow and scrape before this young man?

"Am I not allowed to be here?"

The corners of Louis's mouth twitched slightly; he wanted to ask where Porunga even got that handkerchief.

Seeing the dragon's sycophantic posture, Tights covered her mouth and chuckled.

Since leaving the God of Destruction Realm with Louis this time, she had seen far too many scenes of people bowing and scraping like this.

"N-no, this one, Porunga, greets Lord Candidate God of Destruction!" The sweat on Porunga's face flowed even more profusely.

"Alright, enough nonsense, grant my wish."

Louis spoke: "The first wish: allow the Saiyan to survive in space."

He knew that since the Saiyan had undergone changes, he didn't intend to stop looking after the Saiyan race.

Having refused King Vegeta's request four years ago, he would now do something for the Saiyan race.

"Th-that, please, my Lord, say it in the Namekian language!" Porunga was even more flustered. Would he be destroyed on the spot for making demands of a Candidate God of Destruction?

However...

He truly did need that step to proceed, otherwise, he really couldn't fulfill this wish.

Louis was slightly taken aback by this requirement.

He had thought that since the Namekian Shenron recognized his identity, he might be able to bypass the need to use the Namekian language due to the pressure of his status.

As it turned out, that wasn't the case!!

After a moment's thought, he understood the key to it.

The wish-granting methods of these dragons had been hard-coded by Zalama.

Just like a program, if any condition or step was missing, the program could not be executed.

Nail, standing to the side, heard Porunga's words and quickly recited the wish in the Namekian language.

HUM!

Red light flashed in Porunga's eyes: "Lord Candidate God of Destruction, your wish has been granted."

Louis felt a slight tremor in his body; he instantly sensed that some kind of change had occurred within him.

From now on, the Saiyan would be able to change their breathing method in space, using their own "ki" to breathe.

Once their own "ki" was exhausted, they would no longer be able to survive in space.

Strictly speaking, this didn't count as true survival in space.

But considering the level of the Namekian Shenron, Louis felt that having the wish granted in this manner was already quite good.

Suddenly!

BANG!

The Miracle Power surrounding Louis suddenly dissipated.

"Hm?"

Louis was taken aback.

Tights asked in confusion, "Louis, what's wrong?"

Louis waved his hand and smiled, "It's nothing."

It turned out that Immunity had taken effect.

Because of Immunity, he was inherently capable of surviving in the vacuum of space.

The Miracle Power that Shenron had bestowed upon him had altered the way he survived in space.

However, this alteration had its weaknesses, and for Louis, this wish was actually a negative influence.

Naturally, Immunity had purged the Miracle Power that Shenron had granted him.

"Please state your second wish, Candidate God of Destruction!"

"The second wish, huh? Let me think!"

Louis suddenly froze.

It seemed he really didn't have any wishes to make.

He knew that Shenron had significant limitations; not every wish could be granted.

Eternal youth?

Immortality?

Setting aside whether Porunga could even grant those, once Louis became a Candidate God of Destruction, these were no longer difficult problems for him!

In other words, he was out of wishes!

"Tights, do you have any wishes?"

At this moment, Louis looked toward Tights.

Tights hadn't expected Louis to care about her, so she beamed, "I don't! Just make whatever wish you want, don't worry about me!"

Louis rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, and looked up at Porunga in the sky.

"Grant Tights eternal youth."