Gran originally hailed from the same dimension as the Dragon Ball Creator Gods—the realm of creation itself.
Now, as his body lay on the brink of death, the soul that once occupied it completely disintegrated, allowing Gran's own soul to fully devour and take over.
Buzz!
A faint dimensional pressure erupted from Gran's body, and in an instant, his power skyrocketed—two hundred times stronger than before.
"What… what is this?"
Whis' usually calm eyes widened in shock.
It wasn't the increase in power that startled him—such meager strength meant nothing to an Angel like him.
What truly stunned Whis was the nature of the change.
Gran's dimension had ascended… to the Realm King level!
Within the Grand Zeno's multiverse, dimensional levels were divided as follows: Mortal, Deity, Yama, Realm King, God, Angel, Grand Priest, and finally, the Omni-King Realm.
No matter who one was, to elevate even a single dimension required immense talent and countless years of cultivation.
The higher one climbed, the more time it demanded.
And yet
The Realm King dimension alone took millions of years to reach under normal circumstances.
But today…
Whis was witnessing a child break through from the mortal realm directly to the Realm King level in an instant!
Even with eons of training that had tempered Whis' emotions to a state of still water, this sight sent ripples through his composure.
"This isn't good—he's about to die!"
Gran's life force flickered like a candle in the wind. For the first time, Whis could no longer stand idle.
With a graceful wave of his staff, a streak of silvery light descended and merged into Gran's body.
In an instant, his wounds healed, and his life force surged back to its peak.
And then
As Gran's vitality returned, his dimension spiked again, reaching all the way to the pinnacle of the Realm King level!
"What in the world… how did he ascend again?!"
Even Whis' breath grew heavy.
This child was beyond comprehension—on the verge of death one moment, yet somehow ascending two entire dimensional realms the next!
From a mortal… to a peak Realm King in mere minutes!
The next step from there… would be the realm of Gods—the level of Supreme Kais and Destroyers.
Could he possibly… break through again?
Whis' thoughts swirled in confusion. He observed Gran carefully, searching for any trace of Super Shenron's miraculous power—but found none.
Which meant…
This boy had done it purely on his own!
How was that possible?
Whis continued watching for over ten minutes. Finally, Gran's dimensional fluctuations stabilized.
"Whew…"
Whis exhaled, long and deep.
He—an Angel who had witnessed countless cosmic phenomena—was actually shaken. Unbelievable.
It was fortunate Gran's power stopped rising here. If a six-year-old child had reached the level of a God or Destroyer, those deities who'd trained for tens of millions of years would have become the universe's laughingstock.
Silence blanketed the surroundings. Gran lay motionless on the ground, still unconscious.
Although his dimension had stopped climbing, a dimensional seed quietly formed deep within his soul.
Neither Gran nor Whis was aware of this.
Whis stood silently, pondering, his staff lightly tapping against the earth.
Half an hour passed. His expression remained contemplative.
At last, he lifted Gran with one hand, and in a swirl of seven-colored light, vanished from the planet.
Three days later.
Gran jolted awake, gasping for air as he sat upright.
"Where… am I?"
Panting heavily, he scanned his surroundings.
He was by a tranquil lake. On the opposite shore stood crystalline trees, their branches gleaming like glass. Strange luminous creatures drifted lazily in the air above.
"Did I die? Is this… the underworld?" he murmured.
Suddenly, a calm, refined voice spoke from behind him.
"You're in the Realm of the God of Destruction."
"The… Realm of Destruction?"
Gran blinked. The scenery around him truly did resemble that from the anime—the God of Destruction's world.
Wait
"I'm… not dead?"
A soft chuckle. "Why? Were you hoping you were?"
Whis approached, staff in hand, smiling faintly as his eyes studied the boy.
Even now, Whis couldn't calm his astonishment.
This child had risen from near death, multiplied his power two hundredfold, and crossed from mortal to the peak of the Realm King realm—something no record in the multiverse could explain.
"No, no, of course not!"
Gran quickly shook his head, finally recognizing his savior.
That elegant man with pale blue skin and flowing white hair—it was Whis!
Clearly, Whis had saved him after all.
Though… why did his tone sound so oddly playful?
"Whis, I deeply apologize. In that desperate situation, calling out for you was the only thing I could think of," Gran said earnestly, bowing slightly. "Thank you so much for saving me."
Whis smiled lightly. "To think you'd call my name in that condition… quite resourceful. But tell me—how did you even know of me?"
He paused mid-sentence, eyes narrowing slightly.
Not only did this boy know of his existence, he even knew his love for fine cuisine.
"My, my… you seem to know quite a lot for someone so young."
Gran felt a chill run down his spine, but his quick mind saved him.
"Although Gods of Destruction and Angels rarely show themselves," he said with feigned innocence, "stories about you circulate among the Saiyan race. I've read about you in our clan's legends."
His childish voice echoed softly across the lake.
Whis fell silent for a while. That explanation… actually made sense. After all, he had visited Planet Vegeta not long ago with Beerus.
It wasn't strange that the Saiyans had passed down tales about them.
Still, one thing didn't add up.
This boy had also mentioned punching Beerus and kicking the Omni-King.
He even knew the name of Grand Zeno!
"And how, exactly, do you know of the Omni-King's name?" Whis asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
Knowledge of Beerus or Angels was understandable—but Zeno's existence was known to almost no one.
Gran's back turned cold. How was he supposed to explain that?!
Wait
He lowered his head and spoke softly, "I read about him in an ancient Saiyan chronicle. It said the most powerful and supreme being in existence was called the Omni-King."
Planet Vegeta was gone—no one could verify his claim.
Whis tilted his head, eyes glimmering with a trace of nostalgia. "A Saiyan chronicle…?"
For a brief moment, he seemed lost in memory.
Gran blinked. Wait, was there actually such a chronicle?
"Enough about that," Whis said suddenly, his voice returning to its gentle rhythm. "Now then—where's that 'most delicious food in the entire universe' you promised me?"
The abrupt shift in topic left Gran momentarily stunned.
So… he wasn't going to press the issue? Or… did the Saiyans actually have a bigger secret behind them?
Whis raised a brow. "Well, little one? Don't tell me you plan to go back on your word."
Despite his calm demeanor, there was a faint, dangerous edge beneath Whis' smile.
Yes—Whis was a refined and neutral Angel. Yes—he refrained from direct combat.
But if someone lied to him, especially about food—he might just wake Beerus from his slumber… and let him deal with the offender.
Gran could almost hear the unspoken threat behind that gentle tone.
He sighed internally. You didn't care about food when I was dying—but now that I'm alive, you can't wait to eat?
Whis caught the boy's subtle change in expression, easily guessing his thoughts.
Please, he thought dryly, if not for that strange dimensional surge, I wouldn't have even bothered with you.
Still, he said nothing more. He could tell Gran didn't even realize his own power had ascended to the peak of the Realm King realm.
Better to keep it that way for now. Watching him might reveal the truth behind his mysterious growth.
That—Whis told himself—was the only reason he brought Gran to the Realm of Destruction.
It definitely had nothing to do with wanting to taste that "most delicious food in the universe."
Absolutely not.
"Whis," Gran said cautiously, "do you… happen to have any ingredients?"
"Hmm?"
Whis raised a brow. "You're planning to cook it yourself?"
Gran nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I'll make it myself."
After all, his previous life had been that of a wealthy young master—a lover of fine dining who had trained under numerous master chefs.
Pan-fried, stir-fried, steamed, roasted—he could handle it all.
This was the perfect chance to show Whis what true grand cuisine was like!
Of course, this was purely out of gratitude. He absolutely wasn't planning to win Whis over so he'd teach him Ultra Instinct.
Absolutely not.
"Very well," Whis said, intrigued. "Let's see what you can do, then."
He waved his staff lightly. From the void, a massive, unknown fish tumbled out onto the ground.
A fish?
The moment Gran saw it, inspiration struck like lightning.
A full fish banquet it is.
If Whis enjoyed it, maybe—just maybe—he'd teach him the art of Ultra Instinct.
And if not… well, maybe a lesson on Destruction Energy instead.
"Hehehe…"
Gran's childish giggle echoed through the air as he stared at the giant fish.
"Hey, hey, what are you grinning at?" Whis teased, smirking. "Hurry and show me this 'most delicious meal in the universe' you spoke of."
"Yes, sir!" Gran replied with a grin.