Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

"Just tell me if it's possible?" Solo pressed again, his gaze fixed on her face.

“Controlling Lord Mosco won’t be that easy,” Bardos replied, half-laughing and half-crying. “He has facial and voice recognition technology inside his body; you can’t control him without the necessary permissions.”

Your ideas are too radical; you've actually set your sights on Lord Mosco.

"Do you think we could melt him down, refine him into something else, and then control him?" Solo stroked his chin thoughtfully, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

Bardos: "..."

Suddenly, Bardos felt that the food in her mouth didn't taste good anymore.

I don't even know what to say about your idea.

Number 18 listened to nothing but loneliness.

She ate quietly most of the time, occasionally glancing up and scanning between Solo and Bados.

She didn't know what the God of Destruction was, but she had picked up on some clues.

"Oh dear, is there only ten dishes today?" Bardos suddenly changed the subject, her gaze sweeping over the empty plates.

"Understood." Solo understood immediately, stood up from his chair, and turned to go to the kitchen.

Not long after, Solo ordered two more dishes.

A plate of stir-fried beef with scallions, and a plate of steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli.

Steam rose from the bottom of the plate, and the aroma was especially rich in the dry air.

Moreover, he served these two dishes directly to Bardos, without any intention of giving them to Number 18.

As he did this, he winked at Number 18, asking her to be more understanding.

Number 18 snorted, and although he acted rather aloof and looked away for a moment, he still agreed.

Disagreeing is not an option.

Number 18 knew very well that if he really tried to compete with this Smurf for food, he might not be able to beat her.

Both dishes were quickly devoured by Bados.

She even licked the sauce off the bottom edge of the plate before putting down her chopsticks and elegantly wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Oh dear, at least with Earth's current technology, it would be very difficult to smelt Lord Mosco's metal," Bardos said slowly.

After saying that, she fell silent, her gaze fixed on the distance, as if admiring the gray-yellow sand dunes.

Solo's face darkened as he glared at Bardos, his lips twitching slightly.

Is this the answer you get for master-level culinary skills?

"You must have a way to smelt Mosco, right?" Solo chuckled, leaning forward again, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Bardos: "..."

Bardos really didn't want to talk anymore.

The way they're talking today... it feels like they've already captured Lord Mosco.

It's not even a hint yet, and you're already thinking this far ahead?

“There is no other way to melt Mosco except through the power of angels,” Bardos sighed softly, speaking frankly to Solo. “So you should just give up.”

"Isn't there a way?" Solo breathed a sigh of relief, grinned, and suddenly stood up from his chair. He walked around the table, moved closer to Bados, and began to knead her shoulders, pressing his fingers back and forth on her shoulder.

"My dear sister, please help me!" Solo's smile widened even more. "I'll grant you any request you make!"

"No!" Bardos refused decisively, turning her body away from his hand.

Look what you've asked me to do!

You want me to forge a God of Destruction?

Does this sound like a word?

Moreover, this god of destruction didn't do anything bad.

“My cooking skills will continue to improve. Don’t you want to eat my cooking anymore?” Solo straightened up, put his hands on his hips, and spoke the truth.

After all, Solo's cooking skill is now at the level of "Master Chef".

There must be even more powerful levels after Grandmaster, which should be related to gods, maybe even the God of Cooking.

Because the tailor eventually reached the level of "needle master".

Oh, right, [Needle God]!

Seeing that Bardos seemed somewhat unmoved by the food, Solo suddenly realized something, his smile widened, and his eyes lit up as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

"What mischief are you plotting now?" Bardos rolled her eyes at Solo, her lips curving slightly. "I'm not going to grant you that request!"

Chapter 135 Weaving Clothes with Angelic Power

"Bados, what material are your clothes made of?" Solo asked, grabbing Bados's sleeve, lifting it to his eyes, and squinting as he examined it closely.

The cuffs have fine and even patterns that shimmer with a pale blue sheen in the sunlight, like solidified water ripples.

"It was created by myself," Bardos answered truthfully, glancing down at her sleeve before looking up at Solo. "Angelic power condenses into form; it can change into any shape I want at will."

"Let me see what this material is like." Solo examined the material of Bardos's clothes, pressing his fingers back and forth on the surface of the fabric a couple of times, and then rubbing the edges, as if he were appraising a piece of jade.

After this examination...

After all, Solo has now become the "Needle Master," and his knowledge of materials is almost innate, just like a painter's sensitivity to color or a pianist's control over pitch.

His fingers could discern the molecular structure of the Angelic Power fabric, and his palms could feel the subtle differences in the tension distribution between the fibers.

The materials used in Bardos' clothing are indeed remarkable, reaching the world's top level.

Each thread is evenly infused with angelic power, maintaining both flexibility and strength, while also offering impeccable breathability.

However, it seems to be a level below the clothes made by the [Needle God].

Those subtle differences can only be discerned after you've actually touched, rubbed, and felt them.

The fabric density is slightly lower, and the thread arrangement is not as tight, especially in terms of comfort, it cannot be compared with the clothes sewn by [Needle God].

As for defense and other aspects, the clothes sewn by the [Needle God] still have the advantage.

That protective layer, woven with a special stitch, achieves maximum strength with minimal weight.

It seems that if you draw the top-tier items from the system, their effects and other aspects far surpass those of angels.

Solo smacked his lips, twirled his fingers on his sleeve again, and his smile became even brighter.

Seeing Solo's expression, Bardos's brow twitched twice. She pulled her hand back, tilted her head, and asked with a stern face, "What are you thinking about?"

"Bardos, I'll get you an outfit that's even more comfortable than what you're wearing now, how about that?" Solo chuckled, taking a half-step closer, his eyes gleaming.

"More comfortable than what I'm wearing now?" Bardos was taken aback, her pale blue eyelashes fluttering slightly. "You should know that I conjured this outfit myself. Wearing it feels like I'm not wearing anything at all. In terms of breathability and everything else, it's the most comfortable clothing in the entire universe."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Solo smiled and gestured with his hands in front of him. "Give me some angelic power, and I'll weave you a set of the latest angelic armor right now."

"You can knit clothes?" Bardos looked at Solo as if he were a monster, her gaze lingering on his face for two seconds.

"Try it, it's free." Solo chuckled, extending his palm with his fingers spread wide.

"Since that's the case, then so be it." Bardos said no more, raising her scepter slightly, the crystal ball at the top of the scepter flashing.

She raised her other hand, and a ball of pale blue light gathered between her fingers, like a soft little sun slowly rotating above her palm.

Solo reached out and drew a wisp of angelic power from it.

The ray of light was as thin as a spider's web, and it carried a slight coolness as it slipped from his fingertips.

Solo flicked his fingertips and gently pulled outwards.

The wisp of angelic power was stretched longer and thinner, gleaming with a silvery-white luster in the sunlight.

"Snapped!"

Immediately afterwards, a set of strangely shaped needles appeared in Solo's hand.

They vary in length and thickness, each with a different metallic sheen.

Some needles have hooks at the tips, some have holes at the ends, and some have fine patterns engraved on their bodies.

They hovered above the palm of my hand, like a group of soldiers awaiting orders.

Then, Solo threaded the angelic power, which had been stretched into a thread, into the eye of one of the needles. With a flick of his finger, the other needles began to move as well.

Needles flew rapidly through the air, like a group of commanded elves, weaving, winding, pressing, and finishing the threads formed by the power of the angels.

The movements were so fast, like a silent dance, with the silk threads weaving and fluttering through the needlework, gradually taking shape.

Number 18 sat at the table, his chopsticks still suspended in mid-air, completely stunned.

Her gaze followed the flying needles, watching them trace smooth trajectories in the air, her pupils reflecting the silvery-white threads and pale blue light.

Bardos also opened her mouth slightly, the scepter in her hand paused, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She hadn't expected Solo to be so skilled at needlework.

The movements were so precise, as if measured with a ruler, that the placement and timing of each needle were just right.

Moreover, he can even manipulate angelic power!

That's no ordinary thread; it's a physical entity formed from the power of angels, with a toughness and flexibility far exceeding that of conventional materials.

Who exactly is this guy?

The outfit that Solo gave himself was made using the power of destruction to thread a needle.

Now, with the blessing of angelic power, he can create even better clothes.

The fabric is lighter, softer to the touch, and offers superior protection.

About three minutes later.

With the final step completed, the last needle slipped from the fabric, twirled lightly in the air, and landed back in Solo's outstretched palm.

A brand new set of angelic armor was woven by Solo.

The fabric is light blue, and the style is similar to the one worn by Bardos, but the texture is more delicate, the edges are more neatly finished, and the whole garment shimmers with a soft halo in the sunlight.

Solo held the clothes in both hands and handed them to Bados, reciting something: "The thread in my hand, the clothes on the traveler's body, I sew them carefully before he departs, fearing he will be long in returning. Who says that the heart of a blade of grass can repay the warmth of spring?"