Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

"Oh dear, you don't agree?" Seeing his silence, Bardos spoke again, her tone much more serious. "Then tell me, I'll do anything as long as I can meet your requirements."

Chapter 141 Bardos: I can grant you any wish.

“You said it yourself.” Solo repeated Vados’s words, emphasizing each syllable. “You can grant me any wish, right?”

“Yes.” Bardos nodded gently, twirling the scepter in her hand.

"Solo, don't rush to make a wish!" Champa stood a few steps away, a look of schadenfreude on his face, his tail swaying slightly behind him, his voice filled with the excitement of watching a good show, "It's a rare thing to get an angel to grant you a wish, so think it through carefully before you speak."

“You make a very good point, Lord Champa.” Solo nodded seriously, his gaze lingering on Bardos’s face for a moment before returning to his own.

“After all, Lord Champa has already collected all the Super Dragon Balls,” Vados replied with a smile, glancing at Champa sideways. “Whatever you wish for, it will come true.”

The smile on Xiangpa's face froze for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

I was just enjoying watching the drama unfold, but I never expected that I would end up getting caught up in it myself.

"Vados, that's going too far!" Champa clenched his fist. "Let me make this clear first, this has absolutely nothing to do with the Super Dragon Balls!"

“I also think this has nothing to do with the Super Dragon Balls.” Zoro smiled at Vados, his eyes carrying a hint of negotiation. “It was a wish you made to me alone.”

"Alright, alright, what do you wish for?" Bardos smiled indifferently, her scepter tapping lightly in her hand. "I'll try my best to grant your wish."

"I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you when I do," Solo said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin twice with his fingers.

He doesn't really have any suitable wishes that he wants Bardos to help fulfill.

Let her owe it for now, and we'll talk about it when she needs it.

As Champa said, it is an extremely rare thing to have an angel owe you a wish.

Angels are omnipotent; they can even resurrect the dead. Is there anything they cannot do?

"By the way, when will this golden egg hatch into little Mosco?" Fova's gaze had been fixed on the golden egg, and he finally couldn't help but ask.

Solo then remembered the golden egg in his hand, glanced down at it, raised his arm, and then threw it to the ground.

The golden egg landed on the grayish-white ground, bounced once, rolled half a circle, and then came to a quiet stop.

Solo wasn't sure when the baby Mosco would hatch.

Back when he drew the [Stare Pregnancy] skill on Namek, he never used it again except to get Stone and Krillin pregnant a few times.

Because it feels too perverse, I try to avoid using it if possible.

"Let's wait a bit, it should be soon." Solo smiled nonchalantly.

"That guy Muru suffered such a huge loss, the entire human race in the Third Universe will probably suffer as a result," Fuwa sighed, a hint of pity in his eyes.

“Vados, take a look at the projection,” Champa called to Vados, gesturing with his chin towards the scepter. “What will that guy do next?”

“Yes, Lord Champa.” Bardos readily agreed, holding the scepter upright in front of him. The crystal ball at the top of the scepter suddenly lit up with a soft blue light, and then projected a holographic projection into the air.

The light curtain unfolded in mid-air, like an invisible screen, and the image gradually became clearer.

In the holographic projection, Mulu was still floating in the starry sky of the third universe, his dark red fingers rubbing his eyelids back and forth.

His brows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth were turned down, and he was rubbing his eyes with his hands alternately, his face full of frustration and disbelief.

“Oh my, Solo, your Flash ability is truly remarkable.” Bardos smiled at Solo. “So much time has passed, and Muru’s eyes still haven’t recovered.”

Solo pursed his lips and smiled indifferently.

Where is this?

Vegeta was blinded by the Flash Technique back then.

His Flash ability has now reached the master level.

If you upgrade to Grandmaster, even a God of Destruction probably wouldn't be able to withstand the attack of Flash.

If it were upgraded to god-level, it would probably even harm angels.

The system's products are just that awesome, are you convinced or not?

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" In the holographic projection, Mulu rubbed his eyes while letting out a hoarse roar from his throat. The sound was transmitted through energy in the vacuum, carrying a sense of frustration at being tricked. His face was extremely ugly, and his fingers rubbed his eyelids faster and faster.

Finally, Mulu's eyes had almost recovered. He slowly lowered his fingers from in front of his eyes, clenched his fists, and his body trembled slightly in the starry sky, like a volcano about to erupt.

However, Mulu quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly circled the starry sky, searching for Mosco's figure.

When he saw the dark gray robot still hovering nearby, his heart finally settled down.

Thankfully, Moss wasn't lost!

If Mosco were lost, Murout felt he would be truly guilty.

Moscour, a heritage spanning hundreds of millions of years, must not be destroyed in our hands.

"You bastard, you're so awful!" Mulu gritted his teeth, squeezing the words out from deep in his throat.

He still believes that the eleventh universe's delicious food was the culprit.

Seeing Muroux's actions, Champa and Fova wore expressions of amused amusement, their smiles beaming.

The two looked at each other, then simultaneously looked away, as if they were sharing the same interesting thing.

Shifting the blame to the eleventh universe, that's something else.

"Weimeide, I won't let you get away with this!" Mulu roared in fury, his dark red body disappearing back into the belly hatch of Mosco.

The metal casing closed behind him with a soft "click".

"Boom!"

Mosco suddenly burst into red flames.

The entire machine seemed to be on fire, with flames gushing out from the gaps in its casing, tinging the surrounding starlight with a dark red hue.

The next moment, Mulu controlled Mosco, which circled in the starry sky, searching for Solo's figure.

There's no way you'll find it!

Solo and his crew have now returned to Universe 6.

"They're gone?" Mulu's voice came through the loudspeaker, tinged with a hint of resentment, as he muttered to himself, "They must have gone back to the Eleventh Universe."

Mosco's figure paused in the starry sky.

Mullu sat in the cabin, his hands on the control stick, his gaze fixed on the dark expanse of space ahead, seemingly pondering how to retaliate.

After a moment of stunned silence.

"call out!"

Mosco transformed into a streak of purplish-red light, rapidly advancing into the distance, like a wild beast enraged and searching for its prey.

"Where is he planning to go?" Champa asked with interest, his tail swaying slightly behind him.

"It seems they're planning to go to the Supreme Kai's realm," Fuwa said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

“I understand.” Champa quickly grasped Mull’s thoughts, a knowing glint in his crimson pupils. “He’s planning to go to the Supreme Kai and have him send him to the eleventh universe to get some answers, right?”

“That’s right, that should be it.” Fova nodded.

“As long as we find the Supreme Kai of Universe 11, it will be easy to expose the deception.” Champa fell into deep thought, his tail swaying slowly behind him. “The Eleventh Universe will no longer be able to take the blame.”

“I have an idea,” Fuva chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes.

“Tell me about it.” Champa glanced at Fova, his purplish-red eyelids lifting slightly.

"I'll lure the Supreme Kai of Universe 11 to another place, and then I'll stay with him. When Lord Mull arrives, I'll continue to deceive him!" Fuwa revealed a sly smile, his eyes gleaming.

“That’s a good idea, let’s do it your way.” Champa’s eyes lit up, and an expression of agreement appeared on his purplish-red face.

Bardos stood to the side, her hand on her forehead, her fingers pressed against her temples, unable to say a word.

“I remember the Supreme Kai of Universe 11 also enjoys good food,” Fuwa suggested, turning his gaze to Champa. “Lord Champa, could you perhaps contribute some of your own food?”

“Delicious food?” Champa snorted, raising his chin. “What I have in abundance is delicious food.”

"That's good." Fuwa nodded vigorously, with an expression that suggested he was enjoying the show.

“However, if Lord Fuva stays in the eleventh universe, and if Muru decides to fight to the death, his life may be in danger.” Bardos stood aside and calmly expressed her concern. “When that time comes, Lord Champa will also disappear.”

Champa's purplish-red lips twitched suddenly, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

“I’ll be careful,” Fova patted his chest and assured him.

"You're being a busybody!" Champa snapped, pointing in Fova's direction. "That guy's gone mad. If he really kills you, I'll disappear with him!"

"What should we do then?" Fova scratched his head, his gaze shifting between Champa and Bados. "Actually, I don't want to die either."

"Oh dear... Have we overlooked something very important?" Bardos sighed softly, her scepter pausing on the ground.

Solo and the other two focused their attention on Bados.

“The purpose of our trip to Universe 3 this time is to test Solo’s strength,” Bardos remarked, her gaze sweeping over the three faces in turn. “Don’t put the cart before the horse.”

Upon hearing this, Champa and Fova's eyes widened, and they both looked at Solo.

Solo deliberately puffed out his chest, his smile widening, and his chin slightly raised.

"Kid, you're pretty good!" Champa exclaimed in amazement, his gaze sweeping over Solo twice. "You've only been training for a few years, and your strength has already reached this level!"

"That only proves I'm a genius." Solo chuckled, crossing his arms. "Am I now strong enough to go toe-to-toe with Lord Champa?"

"Hmph, you struggled so much against Moscow, and you think you can go toe-to-toe with me?" Champa rolled his eyes at Solo, flicking his tail behind him. "If we really fought, you still wouldn't be my match!"

"Is that so?" Solo was not discouraged at all. Instead, he answered with great enthusiasm, "It seems that my cultivation is still far from enough. I need to continue to cultivate properly."

Champa's heart skipped a beat, her purplish-red body tensed slightly, and she suddenly had a bad feeling.

If this kid continues to cultivate, he might surpass him one day.

"Kid, do you want to be a god of destruction?" Champa suddenly had a strange idea and quickly asked.

If we let this kid be our trainee God of Destruction, it will definitely be of great help to the development of their universe in the future.

The most crucial issue is that this kid is from Universe 7.

Let's make this kid an apprentice God of Destruction in Universe 6 first, so that Beerus won't steal him away.

"No." Solo refused without even thinking, his tone decisive.

"You... what did you say?" Champa stared wide-eyed at Solo in disbelief, a hint of astonishment flashing in his pupils.