Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out!

Chapter 102 The Secret of Champa and Beerus

"Sure," Solo readily agreed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Moving to Mars to live is also a good option.

When I was on the planet Arantis, I would often see a blue planet appear in the sky, like a gem set against the purple backdrop.

"Buzz"

An invisible divine power emanated from Polunga's eyes, rippling outwards like waves.

The power was silent and intangible, yet it caused everyone present to feel an indescribable tremor.

Golden light burst forth from Polunga's eyes, piercing through the clouds, passing through the starry sky, and swiftly taking effect on Mars.

Instantly, the entire Mars underwent a dramatic transformation.

The surface of Mars began to twist and deform, the red soil looking as if it were being kneaded by an invisible hand.

The atmosphere is condensing, and clouds are forming.

There was more oxygen on Mars, enough for survival, and the air began to move, with winds blowing across the newly formed plains.

The earth's surface was twisted and deformed, creating many cities and towns.

The white buildings, wide streets, and circular plazas are exactly the same style as those on the planet Atlantis.

In addition, there are now more rivers and mountains on Mars.

Clear river water flows down from the mountain stream, forming lakes that shimmer in the sunlight.

About twenty seconds later.

Only a replica is complete.

"It's done." Polunga's voice rang out, low and slow.

"My second wish," Solo said, his gaze falling on Polunga's red eyes, "to transfer all the people on the planet Atlantis to Mars, preferably without them noticing."

"Okay," Polunga replied calmly. "It's only a moment for them; they probably won't even notice."

After he finished speaking, a glint flashed in Polunga's eyes, and the red light shone like two bright lamps.

In the blink of an eye, everyone on the planet Arantis was transferred to Mars without anyone noticing.

The cat-eared beauties didn't even realize that one second they were chatting, cooking, and sunbathing in the castle of Atlantis, and the next second they appeared in the same location and the same building on Mars.

"Say your third wish," Bolunka's voice rang out again.

"My third wish is a question I hope you can answer," Solo said thoughtfully, pulling a photograph from his pocket, holding it by one corner, and raising it above his head.

"Please speak," Polunga replied.

“I found this on the planet Arantis,” Solo said, holding the photograph up to face Polunga. “Can you tell me what these two cats have to do with the planet Arantis?”

Bolunjia lowered his head, his red eyes only glancing indifferently at the photograph.

However, upon seeing the two cats in the photo, Bolunjia's lips twitched violently, and cold sweat poured down his face, dripping from his scales.

Seeing Polunga's expression, all the Namekians present were stunned, their eyes widening as they looked at each other in disbelief.

What photos did Solo show him?

Why did you scare him like this?

"Legend has it that a long, long time ago, long ago, when this universe had just been born—" Polunga's voice was somewhat low, as if recalling a long-forgotten history, "Mr. Godvis, an angel, traveled all over the universe and discovered the planet Arlandis, as well as two stray kittens on the planet."

Solo fell silent, rubbing his chin twice with his fingers.

Indeed, the planet Arantis is closely related to Champa and Beruth.

"Mr. Whis and these two kittens lived on the planet for a while," the dragon Polunga continued, his voice slow and steady. "Before leaving, he planned to leave them on the planet. Just then, Ms. Vados, an angel from Universe 6, also came to this planet, found the two kittens, and thought the chubby one was very cute. In the end, the two angels decided to adopt the two kittens and named them Champa and Beerus."

Solo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked more serious.

The others looked bewildered, exchanging glances, completely unaware of the origins of Champa and Beerus.

For them, it was just like listening to a story, and they listened with great interest.

Moreover, apart from Bulma, only the Namekians remained at the scene; the rest had long since gone home.

"Years later, Lord Champa and Lord Beerus became powerful Gods of Destruction in their respective universes," the dragon Poronga continued, his voice trembling slightly, his whiskers fluttering gently in the wind. "To commemorate those wonderful times, when Lord Champa and Lord Beerus had just become Gods of Destruction, Vadod specially went to the planet Arlandis and created the sculpture in this photograph—"

Solo nodded slightly, his gaze becoming profound.

We've finally figured out what happened.

It turns out it was created by Bardos!

"Your wish has been granted. Goodbye." After saying this, the dragon Polunga's enormous body immediately disappeared.

The seven Namekian Dragon Balls turned into gray stones and fell from the sky, landing on the blue lawn with several muffled thuds.

Looking at the Dragon Balls that had turned to stone, Zoro fell into deep thought once again, his gaze fixed on the gray spheres.

It seems that moving away from that planet in advance is the best option.

Oops!

His brow furrowed suddenly.

There's something very important I forgot to ask!

We should ask the Alantis what their relationship is with Champa or Beerus.

Could he be a descendant of Champa or Beruth?

That's not the case.

After all, the cat-eared beauties have almost no resemblance to Champa or Beerus.

Even their ears look completely different.

Because the ears of cat-eared beauties are fluffy and look so soft that you can't help but want to touch them.

Champa and Beerus have long, pointed, and smooth ears.

The other two are Cornish Rex cats, which are hairless, and probably don't have hair on their ears either.

Apart from having cat ears on their heads, the cat-eared beauties are not much different from women on Earth.

Regardless, moving away was the right thing to do.

Regardless of whether they are of the same race, the cat-eared beauties must have some minor connection to Champa or Beerus.

Or rather, different races born on the same planet.

"Mr. Solo, do you need any more wishes next time?" Elder Mullie asked politely, clasping his hands together in front of him and bowing slightly. "We only need two wishes next time, and you can use the remaining one."

Solo gave Elder Mullie a deep look, his gaze lingering on his face for two seconds, feeling that he really knew how to handle things.

If nothing unexpected happens, in 130 days, Mullie and his people's wish is to find a planet that is extremely similar to Namek and then move their entire race to that planet.

That leaves one wish.

"Okay, thank you then." Solo nodded, a slight smile curving his lips.

He also needed to make a wish to ask about the relationship between the cat-eared beauties and Champa or Beerus.

Otherwise, keeping the wish is just keeping it.

Solo doesn't want to be a riddle teller; finding out the answer as soon as possible is a good option.

Another 130 days passed.

The Namekian dragon Poronga has reappeared.

Golden light shot into the sky, turning it pitch black, and a deep green dragon snaked across the night sky.

The Namekians gathered in Bulma's yard, where the seven resurrected Dragon Balls lay on the ground, their orange-yellow spheres glowing in the darkness.

Solo made a wish first and then stepped in front of the Dragon Ball.

"Polunga, I want to ask, what is the relationship between the people of the planet Arlandis and Beerus or Champa?" Solo voiced his wish, his gaze fixed on Pollunga's red eyes.

Dandy stood to the side and translated it into Namekian, his voice crisp and clear.

Bolunga remained silent for a moment, a subtle expression flashing across his dragon face.

Upon hearing the names of Champa and Beerus, Polunka's lips twitched again, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Why are you asking about the privacy of two destructive gods again?

You're making me very nervous!

However, as a dragon, it can only obey orders unconditionally.

This is its duty, and also its destiny.

"In principle, both Lord Beerus and Lord Champa were born on the planet Atlantis," Polunga answered, his voice low and slow. "In the early days, Atlantis had many different breeds of cats, not much different from those on Earth. Later, one breed, called the tabby cat, slowly evolved into humans on Atlantis, which is what Mr. Solo is seeing now. The other breeds of cats failed in the evolutionary process and gradually became extinct throughout history."

Solo stroked his chin.

So, the cat-eared beauties are actually humanoids evolved from tabby cats.

No wonder their ears look a bit like those of a tabby cat.

Short, fluffy, and pointed, just like the tabby cats on Earth.

"So, have all the cats like Lord Xamba and Lord Beerus gone extinct?" Solo asked again.

"Is this your second wish?" Polunga asked, his red eyes completely unmoved.

Solo opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Elder Muli stood to the side, his lips twitching slightly.

The Namekians present were speechless and looked at each other in bewilderment.

If I make another wish, I'll have to wait another 130 days to move out.

"Never mind, that's not my wish. I was just asking casually." Solo waved his hand, waving his palm twice in front of him.

Basically, all the necessary questions have been asked, and this question isn't very important to Solo.

The answer doesn't affect his current life.

In short, Solo has basically figured out the general development of the planet Atlantis.

In the early days, the planet was home to all kinds of cats.

Whis came to that planet to play and met Champa and Beerus, who were still kittens, and spent some time with them.

Just as I was about to leave, Bardos arrived at the same place.

Two angels took the two kittens away.

Later on, this planet, in principle, had nothing to do with Champa or Beerus anymore.

Other breeds of cats have gradually been eliminated or even become extinct over time.

Solo did not find any cats on the planet Arantis, not even one.

"I have no more wishes, Elder. You may make yours," Solo said to Elder Mullie, opening his palm towards the Dragon Ball.

"Should we ask again?" Mullie said politely, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"If you're being so polite with me, then I won't be polite with you." Solo grinned, a bright smile spreading across his face.

Mullie's lips twitched.

"Alright, just kidding. You guys hurry up and make your wishes." Solo chuckled, stepped aside, and crossed his arms.

Next, the Namekians made their wishes.

My first wish is to find a planet that is extremely similar to Namek.

The second wish is to relocate all Namekians to the new Namek.

After their wish was fulfilled, all Namekians except Piccolo moved to the new Namek.

And so some time passed.

Peace has been restored to the Earth.

Goku and Vegeta are still training on Yardrat.

Solo, on the other hand, shuttles back and forth between Mars and Earth like a busy bee.

In the morning, he had breakfast with the cat-eared beauties in the Martian castle, and at noon, he appeared at Bulma's dining table to freeload a meal.

In the meantime, Solo has acquired many new skills.

However, these new skills are not very useful to Solo.

Most of the skills are enhanced versions of previous skills—each one more useless than the last.

In particular, his culinary skills have now reached the level of "Master Chef".

I just don't know if there's a level even stronger than Grandmaster.

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Following the typical formula of online novels, there should probably be a "Grandmaster of Culinary Skills" as well, right?

Solo shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Keeping this skill is a good option.

Solo felt excited and thrilled just thinking about it, and the corners of his mouth widened.

That day, Soro was eating and drinking at Bulma's house, holding a skewer of grilled meat in his hand, his mouth dripping with oil.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

He sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching Earth from the starry sky.

That aura was cold and violent, just like Frieza's, even more powerful.

"Oh? Who's here?" Solo stroked his chin, looked up at the sky, and frowned slightly.

"What happened, Solo?" Bulma asked hurriedly, putting down her cup.

"A guy with a similar aura to Frieza has appeared," Solo mused, his gaze piercing through the ceiling to the distant stars. "He'll arrive on Earth in about ten minutes."

"Isn't Frieza dead?" Bulma's face paled slightly, her fingers gripping the cup tighter. "Has he been resurrected?"

"It might not be Frieza," Solo guessed casually, his gaze deepening. "It's probably his brother."

The vast starry sky, the boundless universe.

A spaceship modeled after Frieza is speeding toward Earth, its tail spewing blue flames and leaving a long trail in the starry sky.

"Is that Earth?" A man who resembled Frieza sneered, a chilling smile curving his lips. His gaze, peering through the porthole, fell upon the approaching blue planet, a cold glint in his eyes. "So, it was the people of Earth who killed Frieza?"

"This planet isn't big," another person scoffed, arms crossed, chin slightly raised. "We can just wipe it out in one go. Frieza's revenge must be taken!"

These two are Frieza's brother Gura and father Kurd.

Two pairs of eyes gleamed coldly in the darkness, like two shooting stars about to fall.

The spaceship sped up, diving toward the blue planet.

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