"Huh?"
Everyone froze for a moment.
The Grand Minister was sick?
The words sounded utterly bizarre.
So absurd that their first instinct was to think they had misheard.
Across the dozen or so Dragon Ball universes, who didn't know what kind of being the Grand Minister was?
He stood beneath Zeno and commanded all the Angels.
He governed every law of the Divine Realm and had remained its most steadfast, most exalted deity for countless ages.
Aging, pain, fatigue... none of those things had ever applied to him.
Had anyone else said it, everyone present would have taken it as a joke.
But the one speaking was Son Gohan.
Son Gohan would never joke about something important.
An inexplicable chill quietly crept into everyone's hearts.
A bead of cold sweat formed on Piccolo's forehead and slowly slid down his cheek.
He looked at Son Gohan and cautiously asked for confirmation:
"Gohan, did you just say... the Grand Minister is sick?"
The meeting room instantly fell silent.
Son Gohan nodded lightly and answered with a serious expression:
"Yes, that seems to be the case."
He slowed his speech and briefly recounted what the Grand Minister had told him in private.
"The Grand Minister told me himself that he's been feeling very strange lately."
"He's always groggy and listless, and he gets unexplained headaches from time to time."
"Even he doesn't know why, and he can't suppress these abnormalities with his own laws."
After hearing this, everyone exchanged glances.
Grogginess, low energy, headaches...
The symptoms alone sounded almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person's cold.
But this was the Grand Minister.
An exalted being who could stabilize the order of the universe with a wave of his hand had actually developed something resembling a cold.
No matter how they looked at it, it