novelraw Chapter 139 - 139
Chapter 139 - 139
Main Timeline.
With the selection process continuing, the final candidates were finally decided!
As Beerus had said before, seven fighters were locked in place. The last slot, however, was left open temporarily—reserved for anyone who wished to compete for it.
The Gods of Destruction had no objections. They simply agreed upon the date of the match and left.
West City.
Aishi was relaxing at home, enjoying some leisure time…
At the same time—
Zeno's Palace.
A lone figure slowly walked down the vast corridor. Grand Priest stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm as he gazed at the dazzling murals.
His aura was unfathomably deep, unreadable.
"This time… it should finally come to an end, right?"
"Grand Priest… you're back?!"
A childish, toothless voice rang out. A small figure came flying forward—Zeno himself!
Zeno's face lit up with joy.
"Grand Priest, how did it go?"
Grand Priest smiled faintly.
"Everything has been prepared, Lord Zeno."
"That's… wonderful!"
"I intend to set the stage within the layers of time. What do you think, Lord Zeno?"
Zeno froze.
"Layers of time?"
Grand Priest nodded.
At once, Zeno's expression grew uneasy. A shadow of fear flickered across his face, as if recalling some terrible memory.
"That place… absolutely not. I don't want to see that person again…"
For once, Grand Priest did not yield to Zeno's will. He continued, his tone firm.
"Lord Zeno, I believe this is worth the gamble."
"A gamble?"
"Yes. Instead of letting this shadow linger endlessly, wouldn't it be best to eradicate it completely?"
"Eradicate…?"
Grand Priest nodded.
"The unpredictability of the Godmother is far too dangerous. The only way to resolve this once and for all… is elimination."
Zeno tilted his head, confused.
"How do we eliminate her?"
Grand Priest's gaze turned deep, fixed on some distant point.
"Within a single year—if one can rise to angel-level power—I refuse to believe she cannot be destroyed."
Zeno's eyes widened.
"You mean… Aishi?"
Grand Priest's lips curved into a smile.
"Yes."
Zeno thought for a moment, then nodded.
"That does sound possible."
Grand Priest simply smiled again, saying nothing more.
Northern Galaxy.
Inside Frieza's army headquarters, an uninvited guest had arrived—Jiren!
Yes.
After Beerus's decision, Jiren still felt he should fight for one more chance. So, he came directly to Frieza—the galactic emperor who also had the possibility of taking that final spot.
He had heard Frieza once fought Beerus and wasn't defeated. That was more than enough to impress him.
As Jiren stood before the massive warship, a figure strode out—Frieza himself, with Kuriza at his side.
Frieza already knew why Jiren had come; his subordinates had reported it. A grand tournament was being held.
Frieza had no interest in the others—he only wanted to eliminate everyone and claim the mysterious reward the Grand Priest had promised!
He looked at the tall, broad-shouldered warrior with calm eyes and overwhelming aura. His gaze flickered with surprise.
"Well, well… such big eyes. And who might you be?"
At this moment, a low-ranking soldier saw his chance to shine.
This short, scrawny soldier stepped forward, trembling with excitement.
"Lord Frieza, this is Jiren! He just came from Earth to challenge you, defeat you, and claim your qualification for the tournament!"
The crowd gasped.
Even Jiren blinked, taken aback. That… wasn't exactly what he said. But close enough, he supposed. He let it pass.
Frieza narrowed his eyes, turning his gaze upon the soldier.
The little grunt's heart soared—an opportunity for promotion!
He forced himself to speak calmly.
"My name is Zadalla!"
"Zadalla?"
"Yes, my lord!"
Frieza smiled coldly.
"I see. Guards."
A tall captain rushed forward.
"Yes, my lord!"
Frieza sneered.
"This insolent Zadalla… drag him away and feed him to the hounds."
"Yes, my lord!"
The captain seized the panicking grunt immediately.
"My lord, why?! I did well! Why kill me? You'll suffer karma for this!"
Frieza only laughed, cold and merciless.
Turning back to Jiren, he smiled faintly.
"Finally, some peace."
Jiren's expression was grim.
"You truly have no regard for your comrades."
"Comrades?" Frieza chuckled.
"Surely you jest. That kind of trash is no comrade of mine."
Jiren's voice was steady.
"Enough nonsense. I did come for that reason—so let's not waste words."
"Oh, I understand." Frieza's eyes glinted.
"But I will not hand over my qualification."
Jiren's face hardened.
"So we must fight."
Frieza smirked, then looked at Kuriza.
"Kuriza, cripple him. But leave him alive."
"Yes, Father."
Kuriza's body flared with energy, black flames erupting as he transformed—revealing his Golden Form.
Jiren's face darkened.
Another one, identical to Frieza, yet this powerful? No wonder Universe 7 was so formidable.
The clash was instant. Explosions rocked the battlefield. In mere seconds, they had exchanged tens of thousands of blows.
The planet was scarred with craters, magma boiling beneath the surface.
BOOM!
Kuriza landed a decisive strike, blasting Jiren backward. Raising a finger, he condensed a massive crimson energy sphere.
It blazed like a dying star—then shot downward.
"Impossible—!" Jiren's roar was drowned in the explosion.
When the smoke cleared, Kuriza stood tall, victorious.
"Well done," Frieza said, pleased.
Kuriza smiled proudly.
"All thanks to Father's guidance."
Frieza, however, wore a darker expression. Ever since his defeat by Aishi, his training had brought no improvement. His potential was drained.
But Kuriza… in just half a year, he had surpassed even Frieza's 13 years of grueling training.
Perhaps revenge wasn't impossible after all.
"Take Jiren to Earth," Frieza ordered.
"Tell them he overestimated himself. Do not let him die—he is, after all, a guest from another universe."
The captain bowed.
"As you command."
Earth.
Aishi opened the door, surprised to see a woman standing there.
"Yun?"
Yun smiled faintly.
"Let's get to know each other."
"Of course."
She led Aishi to an open plain.
"Shall we spar a little?" Yun asked.
Aishi chuckled.
After only a brief exchange, Yun was already panting, drenched in sweat.
"No more. I can't beat you."
She looked at him, almost unnerved.
This man… was a monster.
Aishi smiled.
"Besides meeting me, you must have another reason for coming, right?"
Yun froze, lowering her head.
"…You saw through me?"
"Tell me," Aishi said gently. "Maybe I can help."
Yun bit her lip, then nodded.
"Alright. But if you agree… you must promise me one thing."
"Of course. I don't help without conditions."
That answer strangely reassured her. Straightforward, without pretense—she preferred that.
She closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts, then began recounting her childhood.
Her story:
About thirty years ago, she lived with her parents and clan on a planet called Verde—named so because lush forests covered 90% of its surface.
Their civilization was not as advanced as Earth's, but they thrived on both science and martial arts. In fact, their people produced a warrior who had broken into the Sixth Dimension, an extraordinarily rare feat.
Despite their peaceful, non-expansionist nature, disaster struck.
One evening, as families dined happily under the setting sun, a group of black-clad invaders descended.
They slaughtered indiscriminately. The ground was soaked in blood. Even the Sixth-Dimensional warrior was slain with a single blow.
When Yun returned home, she found only corpses.
She herself was saved by a wandering master, who took her in and trained her.
But ten years ago… that master was also killed.
Aishi frowned.
"And your master… was stronger than you are now?"
Yun's voice was low.
"Yes. Much stronger."
Aishi's brows knit tighter. Stronger than her now—likely someone of the Eleventh Dimension or higher.
The tale reminded him of Jiren's past. Could it have been the same group of killers?
(End of Chapter)
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