Belmod

"So I need to tell you in advance: if Lord Belmod disagrees, I'll take you straight back. And if he's in a bad mood and destroys you, I won't be able to stop him."

Marcarita raised a finger and said to Son Gohan in an almost threatening tone, "So if you've changed your mind and don't want to go now, I can understand."

"Take me there." Son Gohan did not hesitate in the slightest.

Marcarita's beautiful eyes shifted, and she revealed a meaningful smile. "Since you've made up your mind, I'll take you there. Come, put your hand on my shoulder."

Son Gohan walked to Marcarita's side and placed his palm on her shoulder.

Buzz~

The space around Son Gohan instantly warped, then turned into multicolored streams of light that swirled around them.

Even now, he had no way of understanding this ability of the Angels. They could move faster than light through physical means alone.

And from Marcarita's expression, it was obvious that she was moving as casually as if she were walking. In other words, if they went all out, who knew how much faster they could become.

It would be great if I could master this ability. After all, Instant Transmission's weakness is too obvious.

As Son Gohan pondered this, he soon noticed that Marcarita had suddenly stopped in an empty stretch of cosmic void.

Then Marcarita waved her crystal staff. Under the influence of multicolored energy, the void before them twisted, and a multicolored gateway appeared.

"I know there are many things you don't understand, but I doubt you'd understand even if I gave you a simple explanation. Once you reach this level in the future, you'll naturally understand."

As if she had seen through Son Gohan's doubts, Marcarita spoke as she led him inside.