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Chapter 7 - Chapter 7: Complete Control of Power

"How is this possible!!"

Whis's eyes went wide as he shot up from his chair.

The person stepping out of the palace was none other than Gran—but according to Whis's calculations, it should've taken him at least three years to fully master his body's power.

Yet only a single month had passed.

As Gran approached the lakeside, not a hint of his aura leaked from his body—this was true control over his power.

"Mr. Whis, I'm out!"

Gran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression full of silent grievance.

"So it seems you've completely mastered your own power."

Whis finally came to his senses, gazing intently into Gran's eyes.

Just one month? How had this little one done it? Could it be that beyond his dimensional potential, he was also a martial arts prodigy?

"..."

Hearing Whis's comment, Gran's gaze grew even gloomier.

"Mr. Whis, do you have any idea what I went through this month?"

"...A little," Whis replied mildly.

Gran's voice trembled with righteous indignation. "Mr. Whis, that place isn't fit for living beings!"

He began to recount his hellish experience in that mysterious world.

The environment there was merciless—by day, the temperature soared past 60 degrees Celsius, and by night, it plunged below freezing.

Blistering heat, sandstorms, tornadoes, hail, torrential rain... and worse still, the world teemed with monstrous beasts, each one stronger than him.

From the moment Gran entered, he became prey. He had been running for his life every single moment.

And all the while, crushing gravity pressed down on his body—an invisible weight that chained every cell in place.

Heat, beasts, gravity, hunger, exhaustion... these torments never ceased.

If he failed to completely suppress his power, the beasts could sense his location instantly.

Yet under the constant threat of death, Gran had forced himself to master his ki—to take absolute control of every wisp of power within his body.

"Mr. Whis, you're horrible!" Gran snapped, his face twisted in anger. "You didn't even warn me what was waiting inside! Look at me—do I look okay to you?"

Whis chuckled, entirely unbothered. "Oh, not quite. Even if I had told you, with your level of control back then, you'd have ended up just as miserable."

Sitting back down, he reined in his astonishment. "Besides, it's thanks to that one month of training that you've now achieved total mastery of yourself, isn't it?"

"..."

Gran lowered his head, staring at his small hands. Strangely enough, now that he thought about it, mastering his body didn't seem that difficult anymore.

"Then let me tell you something," Whis said casually. "Lord Beerus once entered that very same room himself."

"Wait—what?!" Gran froze.

Whis nodded. "Back then, Lord Beerus was just like you—his control over his own strength was... quite rough. But after his little 'great escape' inside that world, he too mastered every thread of his power."

Gran blinked, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Then how long did Lord Beerus stay in there?"

That world was strange—the beasts, the environment, even the gravity all seemed to shift in proportion to one's strength.

The stronger you were, the harsher the world became.

There was only one way to survive—to use every ounce of power within you just to stay alive.

He really wanted to know how long Beerus had endured in there. Comparing their times would show him just how far apart they were.

"I think you'd better ask Lord Beerus yourself," Whis replied, shaking his head.

He had assumed Gran would need three years—after all, Beerus himself had taken a whole year to master his strength.

But this boy had done it in one month. Clearly, Whis had misjudged him.

Gran sighed, his little face full of disappointment. "Ah, so that's how it is. Mr. Whis won't tell me how long Lord Beerus stayed in there because he doesn't want to crush my confidence, right?"

"After all, he's a God of Destruction. He probably came out in less than half a month..."

He lifted his head toward the sky, a melancholic expression softening his face. "I'm still far too weak."

Whis: "..."

Weak? If only you knew—Beerus took twelve times as long as you did!

I'm just keeping quiet so you don't get too proud.

Still, Whis couldn't help but smile inwardly. Dimensional talent and martial arts genius... dual perfection, huh? This boy's getting more and more interesting.

Gran, meanwhile, had sat cross-legged on the grass. "Mr. Whis, I've completely mastered my power, but... why does it still feel so wild and violent?"

As he spoke, he released a trace of his ki

BOOM!

The air itself trembled. His aura surged like a feral beast, untamed and overflowing.

"Mastering your power and calming it are two different matters," Whis explained. "The latter belongs to a higher level of martial cultivation."

He gave Gran a peculiar look—this little one even knew that turbulent energy was undesirable!

But that wasn't the focus of Whis's earlier training. The trial had been meant to forge control, not temperament.

That violent ki came from Gran's inner state—his heart realm was still unpolished.

"Then how do I make my power... calm down?"

"No rush," Whis said lightly. "Everything requires balance—work and rest alike."

He pointed toward the stove by the lakeside, smiling mischievously. "For now, why don't you make up for the meals I've missed this month?"

In truth, that so-called "training world" hadn't been real cultivation—it was merely preparation.

Only after mastering his body could Gran begin true training—refining his mind, dimension, laws... and eventually, reach the state of Ultra Instinct.

Whis had promised to teach Gran seriously—and he meant it.

Every great tower starts with a firm foundation.

How far the boy would go... depended entirely on his own talent.

"..."

Gran looked down at his blood-stained, tattered clothes, utterly speechless.

I just survived a month-long death marathon... and now you want me to cook again?

Can't you let me breathe for one second?!

Hmph! Fine then.

When I make dumplings later, I'll make sure you eat only the wrappers!

A gloomy aura hung over the little Saiyan's head, almost visible to the naked eye.

Then

A flash of magic enveloped him, and warmth spread through his body. His fatigue faded; his wounds closed in moments.

"Thank you, Mr. Whis! I'll get to cooking right away!"

All that gloom evaporated instantly. Gran's eyes gleamed as he bolted toward the stove like a fired-up chef.

"Pfft!"

Whis burst into laughter. The boy's mood swings were so dramatic it was like watching a live opera performance.

Having a child like this in the Realm of Destruction... perhaps wasn't so bad after all.

Meanwhile, Gran muttered while preparing the dough. "Fine, dumplings it is. Since you healed me, I'll let you have half the wrappers this time."

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