Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Even so, thanks to his culinary skills, the six dishes he made still reached a master-level standard.

It's about the same level of food that I used to eat in Bardos.

It can be a little lower, because Solo uses scraps and offal for his ingredients.

It's just a pet cat.

There's no need to eat so well; having something to eat is good enough.

Only true angels are qualified to taste the delicious food I make.

These six dishes were ones that Bados had eaten before: hot and sour shredded potatoes, Kung Pao chicken, Mapo tofu, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, and shredded pork with garlic sauce.

Each dish was a classic home-style meal, but in front of Champa, the sincerity that Solo served was clearly diminished.

However, this was the first time he had ever eaten xiangpa.

Upon tasting such a delicious dish, Champa's purplish-red pupils dilated suddenly, and a wide smile spread across his face.

His chopsticks moved nimbly through the dishes, and he tasted each one several times. His cheeks puffed out like two balloons, and he was so excited that tears streamed down his face.

Perhaps for Champa, this was the first time he had ever eaten such delicious food.

Tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the table, but he was oblivious, preoccupied only with stuffing food into his mouth.

"Kid, you're pretty good!" Champa exclaimed in amazement, looking Solo up and down as he ate his food. "Is your cooking really that good?"

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Champa." Solo smiled shyly, his hands hanging down in front of him.

"Excellent, excellent, worthy of praise!" Xiangpa exclaimed, picking up another bite of braised pork.

For the next few months, Solo prepared six dishes for Champa every day.

Around noon, he appeared in the kitchen on time, wearing an apron, the cleaver making a rhythmic sound on the cutting board.

In less than an hour, six dishes will be served.

That night, while Champa was asleep, Solo secretly gave Bardos a special meal.

When the night was deep and quiet, the kitchen lights came on again, and Solo took out better ingredients and used more refined techniques to demonstrate his master-level culinary skills.

One after another, delicious-looking dishes were served on the small table. Bardos sat opposite, her chopsticks moving nimbly through the dishes, her eyebrows dancing, and the corners of her mouth curving into crescents.

Knowing that cats have a sensitive nose, Bardos specially used her angelic powers to set up a barrier, a pale blue light membrane enveloping the kitchen to prevent Champa from smelling it.

Every time she cooks a special meal, Bados raises her scepter, and the crystal ball at the top of the scepter flashes, covering the entire kitchen with a thin film of light, preventing even a trace of odor from seeping out.

They lived together peacefully for more than a month.

Champa was utterly fed up with Solo's six-course-a-day diet.

These dishes were indeed delicious, and he praised each one highly, but they always left him wanting more.

The plate was empty as soon as I tasted it.

It's like eating instant noodles; one pack isn't enough, two packs aren't too much, and you don't feel full after eating just one pack.

Champa now only eats six dishes a day. Although he enjoys the food, he is always unhappy afterward.

His brows would furrow for a long time every day, and his tail would swirl impatiently behind him.

That day, Champa finally couldn't take it anymore.

He devoured all six dishes in a flash, put down his chopsticks, and slammed his hand on the table, making the chopsticks bounce twice.

"Boy, are you doing this on purpose? Only six dishes a day!" Champa glared at Solo with a dark face, his eyes flashing with dissatisfaction.

“Lord Champa, this is what we agreed upon beforehand,” Solo replied without changing his expression, arms crossed.

“If Lord Champa doesn’t mind, we can save them up,” Bardos suggested. “After saving them up for a while, I can cook more dishes.”

"What do you mean by saving up to cook more dishes over a period of time?" Xiangpa didn't quite understand and tilted his head.

“Oh, to put it simply,” Bardos replied with a smile, twirling her scepter in her hand, “Solo makes six dishes every day, and then quickly freezes them to keep them fresh. If we wait until Lord Champa eats them a month later, that’s equivalent to 180 dishes.”

Upon hearing what Bardos said, Champa's eyes lit up, his face filled with surprise, and his tail held high behind him.

He suddenly realized that what Bardos said made a lot of sense.

It's so satisfying to stock up on enough food for a whole month at once.

It's like eating sunflower seeds; you can eat a whole handful at once and then enjoy them all together – that's the kind of satisfying experience.

"Then it's decided!" Champa immediately became interested and instructed Solo, slamming his hand on the table, "I'll be back in two months, and you prepare 360 ​​dishes for me!"

“Okay, no problem.” Solo readily agreed.

It's just 360 dishes, isn't it?

It was still easy for Solo.

It's worth mentioning that after Solo acquired the [Master Chef] skill, his cooking speed increased several times over.

It can be said that a plate of shredded potatoes takes less than a minute from being put into the pot to being served.

Will it be cooked through?

Of course I will!

Because at Solo's current level, cooking no longer uses natural gas, but rather energy for heating.

This special energy can quickly cook delicious food while ensuring it retains its freshness.

"Very good, I hope you won't disappoint me!" Champa patted Solo's shoulder lightly, the force was not strong, but it carried an unquestionable meaning.

Just as he was about to leave, Champa suddenly stopped in his tracks, his body halting in mid-air as he turned to look at Bados.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Lord Champa?" Bardos asked with a smile.

“Bardos, I unexpectedly gained some very important information during this trip.” Champa grinned, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"What?" Bardos asked, tilting her head.

"Have you heard of Dragon Ball?" Champa smiled mysteriously, lowering his voice slightly.

“I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere before…” Bardos pondered silently, tapping her scepter twice with her fingers.

"Kid, have you heard of him?" Champa glanced at Solo again and asked casually, his gaze sweeping across Solo's face.

“Dragon Balls?” Zoro replied immediately. “Of course I’ve heard of them. Aren’t they created by the Namekians? They can grant three wishes.”

Champa's smile froze for a moment, and his eyes widened slightly.

"You...you actually know about Dragon Ball?" His expression stiffened slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

However, Champa suddenly realized something and frowned.

"What did you say? It can grant three wishes?" Champa frowned. "How big is the Dragon Ball you mentioned?"

“It’s about this big,” Solo gestured slightly.

"Oh, I see. What you're talking about are the regular Dragon Balls!" Champa grinned smugly, his tail wagging high behind him. "I was talking about the Super Dragon Balls! Ever heard of them?"

“No.” Solo shook his head with a smile.

“Each Super Dragon Ball is as big as a planet.” Champa’s expression grew increasingly smug, hands on his hips, chin held high. “Kid, you’ve learned something new now, haven’t you?”

Chapter 113 A New Skill Emerges: 500 Times the Strength

"Amazing!" Solo nodded vigorously, feigning shock.

“Vados, it’s said that the Super Dragon Balls can grant any wish.” Champa grinned, his eyes narrowing into slits. “They’re scattered throughout the universes of Universe 6 and Universe 7. I plan to sneak over from Universe 7 while Beerus is sleeping.”

He paused, his gaze falling on the deep starry sky in the distance.

"What wish does Lord Champa intend to make?" Bardos asked calmly, gently twirling the scepter in her hand.

“We can’t expect this kid to enjoy good food.” Champa glanced at Solo. “I’m planning to wish for a gourmet planet, and then enjoy myself there every day. What do you think?”

"Oh dear, that's a good wish." Bardos didn't object, a smile of approval curving her lips. "I agree."

“Very good. In the coming period, I will go to search for several Super Dragon Balls in Universe 7.” Champa nodded, his tail swaying gently behind him.

As he was leaving, he turned to look at Solo, his gaze carrying an unquestionable command.

"Kid, when I get back, remember to bring me all the dishes you've cooked."

“No problem, Lord Champa!” Solo readily agreed.

"Excellent!" Champa was very satisfied with Solo's attitude, and an approving smile appeared on his purplish-red face. "It's decided then!"

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a purplish-red flame erupted from Xiangpa's body, the light surging out like flames and enveloping his body.

The gray-white ground beneath our feet was cracked by the shockwave, and gravel flew in all directions.

"call out"

Champa transformed into a streak of purplish-red light, disappearing into the starry sky in an instant, moving as fast as a shooting star in reverse.

The flames left a long trail in the starry sky, growing farther and farther away until they disappeared without a trace, leaving not even a trace behind.

Solo stood on the gray-white ground, looking up at the vanishing flame, his smile slowly widening.

Not long after Champa left, Solo approached Bados and said with a grin, "Bados, your pet cat is gone, so I'll quickly prepare a special meal for you."

"Wait a minute!" Bardos whispered, her pale blue finger pressed to her lips. "Lord Champa hasn't gone far. He's probably keeping an eye on us."

She paused gently in her hand with her scepter, the crystal ball at the top of the scepter flashed, and a layer of pale blue light quickly spread out, covering the surrounding area like ripples on water.

"Oh, oh." Solo nodded thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping warily across the surrounding sky.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

Bardos closed her eyes, and her scepter tapped lightly on the ground.

She seemed to be sensing something, and after a moment she opened her eyes, and the light membrane dissipated.

"This time you're really leaving." Bardos looked expectant, a joyful smile curving her lips. "You can give me special lessons now."

“No problem.” Solo immediately went into the kitchen and busied himself for a while.

The cleaver danced on the cutting board, the flames leaped on the stove, and the fumes rose under the lamplight.

Before long, Solo had prepared ten dishes and served them one by one.