"You never said we had to keep playing forever." Rumsshi burst out laughing.
Belmod didn't know what to say.
After a brief silence.
"If you don't want to play, that's fine. Otherwise, we can settle this with a fight." Belmod snorted.
"Are you sure?" Rumsshi gave a cold snort. "You want to fight here? Aren't you afraid of shattering your universe?"
Belmod: "..."
"By the way, how do you want to play? Let's hear it," Vegeta suddenly asked.
Belmod noticed Vegeta speaking, and his eyes immediately lit up. He perked right up. "How about you fight Jiren?"
"And then?" Vegeta asked with a smile.
"If Jiren loses, I'll work in Universe 10 for another 900 years, making it 1,000 years in total," Belmod said. "Of course, if Rumsshi loses, he'll have to work in our universe for 1,000 years."
"What are you talking about?" Vegeta laughed. "Lord Rumsshi has already won 100 years. If he loses, he has to work for you for another 1,000 years? Did you learn math from your gym teacher?"
Belmod: "..."
"Kid, watch your mouth! You're only an apprentice God of Destruction. How dare you show such disrespect to me, a full-fledged God of Destruction!" Belmod flew into a rage and swung a palm at Vegeta.
"Smack!"
Rumsshi raised his massive hand and blocked Belmod's attack.
"Belmod, don't push it!" Rumsshi snorted. "If you want to fight, I'll take you on. But if you dare pick on my disciple, I'll beat the crap out of yours."
Toppo: "..."
Toppo quietly wiped his sweat from the sidelines.
Did I just get dragged into this too?
"The proper terms of the wager should be like this," Vegeta replied. "If I happen to lose, then we'll just call off the previous 100 years. That would be fair."
"You... What did you say?" Rumsshi roared.
So if I win, I only get 100 years.
But if I lose, I have to pay up 1,000 years?
This kid's shameless.
"Otherwise, we can just forget it," Vegeta continued.
"Yeah, let's just forget it," Rumsshi said, secretly giving Vegeta a thumbs-up.
Good thing this kid was quick on the uptake.
Otherwise, I'd almost have let Belmod rope me into this.
I'd already won 100 years.
If I went up against you again and lost, I'd have to give up another 1,000 years?
That's a terrible deal.
Lucky I hadn't agreed earlier.
"Belmod, think it over carefully. If you can't agree, then let's drop it." Rumsshi chuckled, his ivory tusks gleaming with smug delight.
"How about this? If I win, you only have to give me 100 years," Belmod said through gritted teeth. "If I lose, I'll give you 1,000 years! That's fair, right?"
"Vegeta, what do you think?" Rumsshi decided to ask Vegeta first.
After all, Vegeta was the one who'd be fighting.
If Vegeta wasn't confident he could win...
Then what was the point of making the bet?
They should take the 100 years they'd already won and call it a day.
There was no need to go head-to-head with Belmod.
Rumsshi knew when to quit while he was ahead.
"No. I'm not confident I can win," Vegeta replied. "So there's no need for us to take the risk."
Belmod: "..."
Belmod immediately felt like the whole world had turned against him.
This kid had a good sense of his own abilities!
He knew he might not be a match for Jiren.
This was a problem.
"You're absolutely right, Vegeta." Rumsshi gave a hearty laugh.
This kid had potential.
He knew not to fight when he wasn't the stronger one.
He knew when to bend and when to stand firm.
"Then let's get out of here." Rumsshi grabbed Vegeta and started to make a run for it. As they left, he couldn't help adding, "Belmod, 100 years! Don't forget!"
Belmod trembled with rage.
That bastard.
He couldn't let this end like that.
"Fine, 1,000 years, then! How about that?" Belmod gritted his teeth. "If you lose, we'll just cancel the 100 years I owe you! If I lose, I'll work for you for another 1,000 years! That's a good deal, right? You've got nothing to lose!"
Rumsshi immediately looked at Vegeta.
"Want to give it a try? He's right," Vegeta said with a smile. "We've got nothing to lose."
"You're right. At worst, we just give up those 100 years," Rumsshi said thoughtfully.
"If I get lucky and win, you'll have someone working for you for 1,000 years," Vegeta said.
"Fantastic! I can take it easy for 1,000 years." Rumsshi was thrilled, then asked, "Are you sure you can win?"
"I'm not very confident, but I can give it a try," Vegeta said thoughtfully.
"If you're not confident, we can forget it. I think 100 years is fine," Rumsshi said thoughtfully.
"No, I mean I'm not confident I can beat him with my hands in my pockets," Vegeta said.
Rumsshi: "..."
So after all that... you're actually pretty confident.
"Then take your hands out of your pockets!" Rumsshi said.
"Can't do that. If I'm going to show off, I'm going to do it big. I'll try to show you how it's done," Vegeta said with conviction.
Rumsshi swayed his elephant trunk.
It sounded like a good thing to say, but somehow it came across weird.
"Then do your best. It's fine if you lose. At worst, we'll just give up those 100 years." Rumsshi patted Vegeta on the shoulder.
"That's all I needed to hear. I'll have some fun with him, then," Vegeta said with a smile.
"Well, Rumsshi?" Belmod had noticed the two whispering and was afraid Rumsshi might just leave.
If you leave, I'll still have to work for you for 100 years.
Come on, agree already.
"This deal is pretty good for you. You won't get another chance if you let it pass," Belmod urged him again.
"Fine. Since you insist on competing, I'll play along." Rumsshi grinned and nodded.
"So you agree?" Belmod snorted, breathing a little easier.
"I agree. Bring out that guy's senior fellow disciple," Rumsshi said with a smile. "Even if he isn't actually his senior fellow disciple."
"I wasn't lying to you!" Belmod's mouth twitched, and he quickly insisted.
"Enough. It doesn't matter whether he's his senior fellow disciple or not," Rumsshi said calmly.
"He's here," Vegeta quietly told Rumsshi.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiren flew over from the distance at high speed and quickly appeared beside Belmod.
"Lord Belmod." Jiren's expression was calm.
"Jiren!" Toppo's eyes lit up. He scratched his head and said, "I finally get it... You're the senior fellow disciple Lord Belmod was talking about."
"What senior fellow disciple?" Jiren asked, bewildered.