Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Solo has now reached the level of a Grandmaster in cooking. Looking across the entire universe, if Solo dares to claim second place in culinary skills, no one dares to claim first.

After all, the food on Earth is already quite remarkable, ranking among the best in the entire universe.

Solo didn't allow Number 17 or Number 18 to heat the dishes because they lacked control over energy.

Moreover, heating these dishes with ordinary energy would not achieve the same effect.

Moreover, the energy of these two androids might just destroy the food.

These dishes were all painstakingly prepared by Solo, and he didn't want them to be ruined.

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a novel heating method. It's much better than a microwave oven." Number 18 said with a smile as he enjoyed his food.

Her chopsticks darted around the plate, picking up a piece of four-happiness meatball, taking a bite, and revealing a satisfied expression.

"What kind of special energy is this? Fireball?" Number 17 couldn't help but ask, his chopsticks still busy as he picked up another piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed it.

“It’s not a fireball,” Solo told the truth, his gaze sweeping over the two men’s faces. “This is divine power.”

"Divine power? What does that mean?" Number 18 was slightly taken aback, his chopsticks stopping in mid-air.

“Simply put, it’s a special energy that only a true god can comprehend,” Solo replied with a smile, tapping his finger twice on the table.

"A real god?" Number 18 blinked rapidly, scrutinizing Solo with a hint of curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes.

"So... you're a real god?" Number 17 smiled, not seeming to care, and picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, chewing them with a crunching sound.

What can God do?

Faced with absolute power, even gods must submit.

"Through my diligent cultivation, I am now only one step away from becoming a true god." Solo smiled, his gaze calm.

“You just said that only a true god can wield divine power.” Number 18 chuckled, twirling his chopsticks between his fingers. “Now you’re saying you’re only one step away from becoming a true god? Your words are contradictory.”

“Becoming a true god isn’t something that can be achieved so easily.” Solo sighed, leaning back slightly and sinking into the sofa back. “I still need to gain a deeper understanding.”

Solo is right.

Although he now possesses immense destructive power, he is still a tiny bit short of becoming a true God of Destruction.

Besides, the main reason why Solo is so powerful is because of the system's enhancement.

If we remove the [strength x500] factor, Solo would definitely be easily defeated by Champa.

Of course, having system bonuses is also a form of strength, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.

"Although I don't understand... I must say, these dishes are really delicious." Number 18 smacked her lips, which were stained red with the red oil, making her look extremely beautiful.

She picked up another piece of Kung Pao Chicken, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

“Having you come with us is indeed a very good choice.” Number 17 smiled slightly, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, “Your presence has made our journey much more interesting.”

"By the way, why aren't you eating?" Number 18 suddenly sensed something was wrong and asked Solo.

Number 17 also looked over with a smile, his gaze lingering for a moment on the untouched chopsticks in front of Solo.

Because Solo didn't touch his chopsticks at all. The coffee table in front of him was spotless, without a single grain of rice.

"Number 18, come here for a moment." Solo got up, walked to the master bedroom door, pushed the door open, and waved back to Number 18. "I have something to tell you."

"What's going on?" Number 18 paused, then looked at Number 17, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two.

Number 17's face darkened slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

There are only the three of us in the house. Are you plotting something behind my sister's back?

"Okay, I'll be right back." Number 18 chuckled, winked at Number 17, stood up from the sofa, and followed Solo into the master bedroom with light steps.

Solo casually closed the door, the lock making a soft click.

"What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?" Number 18 asked with interest, his hands behind his back and his body leaning slightly forward.

"Would you like a special treat?" Solo asked with a smile, lowering his voice.

"Special treatment?" Number 18 was taken aback and blinked twice.

“Those are all pre-cooked dishes, they don’t taste as good as freshly cooked ones,” Solo replied. “If you want to eat freshly cooked food later, don’t eat your fill now, save your room.”

"Aren't you bringing Number 17?" Number 18 glanced outside, his gaze lingering for a moment on the closed door.

"Why bring so many people?" Solo chuckled, a sly smile curving his lips.

Number 18 was speechless, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

It's just one more person. What do you mean by bringing so many people?

"By the way, freshly cooked food tastes ten times better than the food we have now," Solo whispered to Number 18, lowering his voice and getting closer.

"Is it really ten times tastier?" Number 18's face lit up with anticipation, her eyes reflecting Solo's smiling face.

“If you want to eat it, it’s best not to let Number 17 know,” Solo said with a smile, straightening up. “Because my top-notch culinary skills are reserved for my women. Men or pets are only qualified to eat dishes cooked at a lower level by me.”

"Pets? What do you mean by pets?" Number 18 keenly caught this information and raised an eyebrow slightly.

“It’s nothing,” Solo waved his hand. “A cat once wanted to eat the food I made, but I just used some scraps and made do with whatever was available, and he ate it happily.”

"I didn't expect you to be so kind-hearted." Number 18 smiled slightly and tapped her fingers lightly twice on the side. "Prepare a sumptuous feast for the kittens."

She nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll do as you say! We'll sneak out while the 17th is asleep."

"Deal!" Solo stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread wide.

Number 18 understood immediately and raised his hand to give Solo a high five.

The palms clashed, producing a crisp sound.

The two opened the door, came out of the room, and sat down again at the coffee table.

"What are you two talking about behind my back?" Number 17 asked with a dark face, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men's faces.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Number 18 chuckled and waved his hands twice in front of him. "You don't need to worry about these details."

"Whatever you want." Number 17 wasn't particularly interested in this, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Soon, the eighteen dishes on the table were completely devoured by numbers 17 and 18, who even drank the soup.

Each plate looked as if it had been licked clean, with only a few dried oil stains remaining.

Of course, the main reason is that I ate a lot on the 17th.

His chopsticks moved swiftly through the plate until the last piece of pork rib was in his mouth, at which point he finally put them down with satisfaction.

Number 18 said she was going to lose weight, so she ate relatively little, only tasting the first and last bite of each dish, and spent most of the time watching Number 17 eat.

After eating and drinking to one's heart's content.

On the 17th, he lay down on the sofa, holding the remote control, and started watching TV out of boredom.

An old movie was playing on the television screen, the picture had an old-fashioned tone, and the sound was neither too loud nor too soft.

As she looked at it, No. 17's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

His body slowly relaxed on the sofa, his breathing became long and even, and the remote control slipped from his hand and fell onto the sofa cushion.

He slowly fell asleep.

The room fell silent, with only the light from the television screen flickering in the darkness.

Solo beckoned to number 18.

Number 18 nodded slightly, stood up from the chair, and walked very quietly.

The two walked to the empty window.

Night fell through the window frame, bringing with it the coolness of the evening breeze and the faint glow of distant city lights.

Their figures slid out of the window one after another without making a sound.

Just as the two flew out of the hotel, Number 17 suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze flickered for a moment in the darkness before quickly turning to the empty window, glancing in the direction where the two figures had disappeared.

"So mysterious!" Number 17 snorted, his voice carrying clearly in the empty living room. "What exactly is Solo planning to do with Number 18?"

He sat up from the sofa, stretched, and moved his neck.

Then he walked to the window, stood on the edge of the window frame, and the night wind blew in his face, ruffling his hair.

However, when he reached the window, he leaned out halfway and looked around, only to find that the two had vanished.

The street below was deserted, the streetlights casting warm halos on the asphalt, and no one was walking around.

"Where are they?" Number 17 hovered on the edge of the window frame, his gaze sweeping over the rooftops, alleys, and roadside trees on both sides of the street, but he found nothing. He looked around again and gazed at the night sky in the distance.

Chapter 124 Taking Number 18 to Get Special Treatment

The night receded rapidly behind us, torn to shreds by the wind.

Solo, holding Number 18's hand and his fingers interlacing, flew away from the hotel at an incredible speed.

The two figures swept across the night sky, like two silent shadows gliding through the gaps between rooftops and buildings.

Sensing Solo's speed, Android 18's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils reflecting the rapidly receding town lights below.

Her mouth opened slightly, revealing a look of astonishment.

What a great speed!

Solo's speed... seems to be faster than when I fly at full speed.

Her gaze fell on Solo's profile, where his face, touched by the wind, was calm and his breathing steady.

Has his strength surpassed mine?

Or is it that... Solo is just faster?

"Where are we going?" Number 18 asked curiously, turning his head to the side, his voice trembling slightly in the wind.

"Didn't I say I'd give you special treatment?" Solo grinned, glanced at her sideways, and tightened his grip on her fingers.

"But where should we have our private lessons?" Number 18 paused, his gaze sweeping over the increasing number of buildings and streets below, before looking at the boundless night sky ahead.

“Let’s go to the beach! The environment there is unique, and the food there will be a real treat.” Solo said with a smile, his gaze piercing through the night as if he could already see the surging sea ahead.

"The beach?" Number 18 pondered, his fingers twitching slightly in Solo's palm. "It seems quite far from here to the beach."