Pirate: This Marine has two Rinnegan.

"I don't know either. I can't control the fate of the universe, nor can I control my own fate..."

Qianhe frowned and slightly distanced himself from Bados. However, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Bados moved away as soon as Qianhe moved away. In the end, the distance between them not only did not increase but actually became closer.

Left with no other choice, Chiga simply stopped moving and let Bardos lean against him.

"So what's the point of telling me all this? You're not letting me do anything."

A bitter look appeared on Bardos's face. She sighed and said,

"Yes, no matter how strong you are, you are still just one person. It's enough that you can protect your Seventh Universe."

Seeing Bardos's pessimistic expression, Chiga felt a pang of sympathy. He gently stroked Bardos's high ponytail a few times and whispered,

"Okay, don't be so negative. If that day ever comes, I will protect you."

Bardos looked up at Chiga in surprise. As an angel, this was the first time she had heard someone say that they would protect her. This feeling was really novel to her.

But the effect was really good; at least the worry on her face disappeared.

She pointed a finger at Chihiro's chest and said...

"Thank you, I'm very happy to hear that. Actually, even if the universe were to end, we angels wouldn't die, we would just fall into a deep sleep."

Chiga pursed her lips after hearing this and said,

"What's the difference between that and being dead?"

"...Chika, you really are a straight man!"

"Looks like you've learned a lot on Earth. Well, I have to remind you, our current posture isn't quite right. If Number 18 comes back and sees us, we'll be in trouble..."

Bardos realized the problem and quickly stood up, making a shushing gesture.

Chika shrugged, her nonchalant attitude making Bardos feel a little aggrieved. She returned to the other sofa and sat down, her lips slightly pouting.

Just then, No. 18 returned from grocery shopping. She could practically fly, so this grocery shopping speed was considered slow for her, because she had almost looted the entire market.

The vendors were astonished that this "petite" girl could so easily carry so many bags.

Number 18, unaware that her home had almost been raided, happily placed the dishes in front of Qianhe and said,

"Qianhe, see if we need anything else. If it's not enough, I'll go buy more!"

Qianhe smiled slightly, snapped his fingers, and all the vegetables on the ground floated into the kitchen. He looked at No. 18 with envy for a long time at this ability.

With her sleeves rolled up, Chiga got up and headed to the kitchen. After a while, an enticing aroma wafted out of the kitchen.

Number 18 exchanged a glance with Bardos, and a surge of anticipation welled up in her heart.

When Chiga placed six exquisite dishes in front of the two women, they were completely dumbfounded.

Especially on the 18th, she discovered that she didn't recognize any of the dishes on the table.

These dishes are all Chinese cuisine, such as boiled sliced ​​pork and shredded pork with garlic sauce, which can be described as having excellent color, aroma and taste.

Seeing their eager expressions, Chiga smiled and said,

"Don't just stand there, eat quickly, it'll get cold soon."

As he spoke, Qianhe first picked up a piece of shredded meat with his chopsticks and tasted it. He nodded slightly, thinking to himself,

"Not bad, it seems my cooking skills haven't deteriorated yet!"

Bardos picked up a piece of candied sweet potato, and the sweet and soft taste amazed her. Her gaze towards Qianhe changed.

She couldn't help but speak up.

"Chiga, I heard you come from another world. You wouldn't be a culinary master there, would you?"

"Uh, that's an exaggeration. My skills are only amateur level by that standard, not worthy of that title."

"Really? Then can I visit your world sometime?"

"Hmm...it should be possible."

The world Chiga was referring to was, of course, Earth, which was his true home.

Number 18 also echoed this sentiment.

"I also need to go!"

Chika smiled helplessly and said,

"Okay, okay, everyone go, everyone go."

With Bardos and Number 18 devouring the food, the dishes on the table were quickly wiped out, and the bowls and plates were so clean that they hardly needed washing.

Number 18 patted his slightly bloated belly and said lazily,

"It's so delicious! It's a pity that number 17 didn't get to taste it. Let's leave these plates and stuff for him!"

In a bar, number 17, who was dancing with a pretty girl, suddenly sneezed, spraying all his saliva onto the girl's face.

The girl turned and left in anger, leaving Number 17 feeling utterly devastated. He had spent so much effort to seduce her, only to have it all ruined by a single sneeze from her.

He rubbed his nose and said in a muffled voice,

"My sister must have come up with some new way to mess with me. Ugh! I'm such a terrible brother!"

In the Universal Capsule Company

"What?! You're saying we were all killed by the androids?!"

Klin pointed at himself and shouted at Trunks with an incredulous look on his face.

Trunks nodded, pointed at Goku, and said,

"Mr. Wukong didn't die; he died of a heart attack..."

Since this timeline was already completely chaotic, he simply told everyone what would happen in the future.

However, he didn't mention a word about his parents.

He realized that Vegeta and Bulma in this timeline were complete strangers and would never have any interaction.

His gaze swept over everyone in front of him, finally settling on Gohan.

Looking at Gohan, who only reached his waist, Trunks' expression was very complicated. He would never forget the despair he felt in that heavy rain.

The image of Gohan lying in his arms is still vivid in my mind.

If Gohan could see himself carefree in this timeline, he would probably be very happy.

Thinking of the deceased Gohan, Trunks' eyes welled up with tears. Gohan quickly handed him a tissue and whispered,

"Don't be sad, is there anything I can do to help?"

Chapter 452 Go and invite Chika!

Trunks took the tissue and wiped his face briefly. He opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to call out "Big Brother Gohan," but looking at the young Gohan's innocent face, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it.

He already knew that Goku couldn't even transform into a Super Saiyan anymore, so he didn't expect Goku and the others to be of any help to him. Besides, his time machine could only take one person with him.

However, according to Goku and his friends, Androids 17 and 18 in this timeline are two good people. Frieza, who had previously visited Earth, was nearly killed by Android 17 and even helped Vegeta finish him off. This means that there is no longer any danger of this timeline being destroyed by the Androids.

This is exactly the kind of world he wanted to see, so he didn't plan to bother them any further. He would return tomorrow after the time machine was refueled. As for the two androids from his world, he would have to think of another way.

Just thinking about his dark future, Trunks sighed heavily again. He was truly lost right now.

Goku and the others didn't look too good either. They all understood Trunks's predicament, but they really couldn't help him.

In fact, everyone knows that there is only one person who can help Trunks right now, and that is Chika.

In their eyes, Chiga was practically omnipotent. Although Chiga seemed easy to get along with, her terrifying, abyssal power always created a sense of distance between them and her.

It was difficult for them to ask Chiga for this favor.

Seeing everyone sitting there dejectedly, Bulma suddenly stood up and said,

"Why is everyone making that face? We still have Chiga!"

Yamcha's face darkened, and he hung his head, remaining silent.

Goku and the others chuckled wryly. Krillin spoke up.

"We know about this, but we haven't known Qianhe for very long. How are we supposed to bring it up?"

Bulma gave a soft snort and patted her chest as she spoke.

"You're overthinking it. Chika is clearly a very easy person to talk to... God! Leave this to me! I'll go talk to Chika!"

She looked at Trunks and continued...

"Young man, you can stay here tonight! Everything will be alright tomorrow!"

Trunks looked at his youthful and beautiful "mother" in front of him, and then thought about how his mother would grow old and frail from overwork in the future. He felt a mix of emotions.

Although Bulma in this timeline will most likely never become his mother again, she still stood up for him when he was most desperate.

Trunks rubbed his eyes hard to stop the tears from welling up again.

However, he still didn't know much about Chiga. He only knew that Chiga had unimaginable power, but he knew nothing about other things about him, such as his identity.

He couldn't help but ask,

"Excuse me, who exactly is this Mr. Chiga? I've never heard of this name before!"

When Chiga was mentioned, Bulma smiled mysteriously and covered her mouth as she said,

"Let me tell you, he's a god!"

"God? I remember Mom saying that God's power isn't that strong. When Mr. Piccolo died, he disappeared along with him, and the Dragon Balls too..."

At this point, Trunks sighed again. If the Dragon Balls were still around, the future world wouldn't be so hopeless.

Bulma wagged her finger, glanced at Piccolo, and said,

"Chiga isn't the kind of god you imagine. You know, even the dragon treats him with utmost respect, and after making a wish, it even asks for permission before daring to disappear!"

"So there are gods like this... What kind of person is he? I mean, what's his personality like?"

"That's great! He's solved many of the crises on Earth. And when I first met him, I never imagined he was a god. He just looked like an ordinary high school student!"