Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

“I heard your conversation just now.” Zoro shook his head, spreading his hands at his sides. “After becoming a God of Destruction, my life is shared with the Supreme Kai, right? What if the Supreme Kai dies? Wouldn’t I disappear with him? No way, I won’t put my life in someone else’s hands!”

"Just because of that?" Champa snorted and rolled his eyes at Solo. "Actually, it's no big deal. We could just do what Beerus did, seal the Supreme Kai away, and then raise a new Supreme Kai. That way, as long as one Supreme Kai is alive, you won't be in any danger."

Fuwa stood to the side, his face dark, his gaze darting back and forth between Champa and Solo, his lips twitching slightly.

Are you plotting this in front of me?

While the group was chatting quietly...

"Click".

A crack suddenly appeared on the golden egg.

Fine lines spread downwards from the top of the eggshell, like a net that is being unfurled, making a crisp sound on the grayish-white ground.

Solo and the others were instantly drawn to the sound and turned their attention to the egg.

Champa stopped talking, Fova turned her head away, and Bados's scepter stopped on the ground.

"Clap!"

The golden egg split in two, breaking into two halves.

The eggshell opens to the sides, revealing the internal cavity.

A golden light spilled out from the crack, flowing like liquid light across the gray-white ground.

The next moment, a miniature Mosco emerged from the egg.

It was only about the size of a fist, with a dark gray metal shell, a streamlined shape, and even the patterns on its joints were exactly the same as the one in the Third Universe.

It trembled twice on the ground, then stood still.

Bardos and the others stared at Mosco as he appeared, completely stunned.

Then, something even more amazing happened.

The miniature Moss swells with the wind, its body rapidly expanding in the air. The metal plates of its outer shell stretch out as if being stretched under the refraction of light, and the gaps at the joints adjust their spacing as the size changes.

In just a few seconds, it suddenly grew to about the same size as Mosco.

The two-meter-tall dark gray robot stood on the gray-white ground, completely different from the fist-sized little guy from before.

It can be said that the Mosco that has appeared now is almost a replica of the Mosco of the third universe.

Same silhouette, same proportions, same metallic texture.

The only difference is that the outer shell is a slightly lighter color, like a copy that has been lightened in tone.

Bardos even raised her scepter and aimed the crystal ball at the top of the scepter at Mosco for a detailed scan.

Pale blue light emanated from the crystal ball, like a thin veil covering Mosco's metal shell, slowly sweeping over it from head to toe.

A moment later, she put down the scepter.

"Wow, truly amazing." Bardos exclaimed in amazement, glancing at Solo. "This egg-born Mosco has successfully replicated all of Lord Mosco's abilities."

Chapter 142 Be My Apprentice Destroyer!

"You... what did you say?" Champa's eyes widened instantly, his pupils reflecting the dark gray robot, his face filled with shock.

Immediately afterwards, Champa rushed forward and circled around little Mosco again and again.

His steps were hurried as he moved back and forth around the robot, his gaze sweeping from the seams of the outer shell to the curvature of the joints, and then from the joints to the stress-bearing surface of the base, as if he were inspecting a treasure that had been suddenly discovered.

Supreme Kai Fuwa also stepped forward to examine it closely.

He bent down, peered closely at the robot's knees, then straightened up and moved to the side, his gaze falling on the outline of the shoulder armor, uttering a few mumbled exclamations.

After all, that's what Bados said.

That means that the current Mosco has indeed completely replicated all of the original Mosco's abilities.

Whether it's energy output, defensive strength, or the machine's response speed, it's on the same level as the main body.

How did Solo learn such an amazing ability to copy?

Champa stopped, crossed his arms, and glanced back and forth between the robot and Solo.

"Lord Champa, how about we get a little Champa to play with too?" Solo looked at Champa with a grin, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Champa's face darkened, his purplish-red lips twitched violently, and he turned to glare at Solo, his gaze like two sparking knives.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Solo, how do you use this copying ability?" Fuwa suddenly became interested, looking like he was eager to learn.

“It’s very simple. As long as I look at someone for more than ten seconds, they will get pregnant! It doesn’t matter if it’s a stone or a robot. Then an egg will be born, and you all know what happens next, right?” Solo told the truth, his gaze unconsciously shifting to Champa, staring at him without blinking, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

Xiangpa's lips twitched again. He lightly pushed off the ground with his foot and disappeared in a flash, leaving only a purplish-red afterimage, like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind and a lingering air current in the air.

"Kid, if you dare make me lay an egg, I'll never forgive you!" Champa's voice came down from high above, muffled, as if it came from behind a thick layer of clouds.

"Come on down, I was just kidding." Solo chuckled, tilted his head back, and waved at the purplish-red dot of light hanging high in the sky, his voice becoming calmer.

Xiangpa hung hundreds of meters in the air, her body resembling a small lantern under the starlight.

He looked down at the figure below who was smiling at him with its head up, and after a while, he slowly descended from the sky, his gaze still wary.

"Oh dear, if Lord Champa really lays an egg and gives birth to a baby Champa, I think that would be quite interesting." Bardos covered her mouth and chuckled, her shoulders shaking with laughter, and she could barely hold onto her scepter.

"Bardos, shut up!" Champa shouted angrily, his voice rising a notch from before.

“Vados, do you want to give it a try?” Solo looked at Vados again, his gaze lingering on her pale blue face for a moment.

Bardos' smile faltered for a moment, like a leaf suddenly stopping halfway through a gust of wind.

However, her expression quickly returned to normal, even calmer than before.

She stood there, the base of her scepter lightly touching the ground, her gaze meeting Solo's without looking away.

“If it really is possible to give birth to a new angel, I think we can give it a try.” Bardos stood calmly in place, showing no intention of backing down, and instead spread her hands open with composure.

Solo opened his mouth, then closed it again, seemingly unsure how to proceed.

“After all, our angel race is too rare.” Bardos smiled, her expression serious, not like she was joking. “The High Priest would be very happy if a new angel were born.”

"Shall I give it a try?" Solo asked tentatively, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

“Give it a try.” Bardos nodded without objection, like an observer waiting for the results of the experiment.

"Hey, Bardos, are you serious?" Champa was getting impatient, her purplish-red fingers clenching at her side. "You need to understand, if you lay an egg, it will damage your image as an angel."

"Can it only lay eggs? Can't it be done in other ways?" Bardos's expression stiffened slightly, and she quickly asked, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"I don't know, I haven't tried it." Solo shook his head, spreading his hands at his sides.

"How about we find someone else?" Bardos suddenly suggested, a glint in her eyes.

“Who?” Solo asked.

"Aren't we going to Universe 11 in a bit?" Bardos chuckled, twirling her scepter in her hand. "How about we switch to the angel Macarita from Universe 11?"

Solo paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on Bados's smiling face for a few seconds.

“When the time comes, you just need to stay by my side and stare at her for ten seconds. You don’t need to worry about the rest.” Bardos smiled even more brightly, drawing a semicircle in the air with her scepter.

Solo was speechless for a moment, his lips twitching slightly.

Bados, you're such a jerk, you actually tricked your own best friend.

But if Makalita really gets pregnant... who will have the child?

Is it mine?

His gaze lingered on Bados's face for a moment, his mind racing.

“This isn’t the time to discuss this. Shouldn’t we get going?” Fuva rubbed his hands together, looking on with a gossipy expression, his gaze shifting back and forth between Solo and Bados.

“No need to rush. At his speed, it will take him at least another ten minutes to reach the Supreme Kai Realm.” Champa glanced in the direction of the projection, his gaze lingering on the screen for a moment before returning to his own.

“Yes.” Bardos nodded, agreeing with what Champa said.

“Let’s take this opportunity to melt down Little Mosco first,” Solo suggested, his gaze falling on the dark gray robot.

"What shape do you intend to forge it into?" Bardos asked, slightly raising the scepter in her hand.

"How does this look?" Solo pulled out a design and handed it to Bados.

The blueprints unfolded in his hands, depicting a set of sleek armor.

The shoulder armor rises upwards like a pair of outstretched wings, the breastplate is covered with layers of scale-like patterns, and the waist and legs have long and slender lines.

Bardos looked at the design drawings, then looked up at Solo's face, then back at the drawings, before covering her face with her hands, laughing and crying at the same time.

You've had your eye on Mosco for a long time now!

The design drawings are all done!

This set of design drawings is based on the Saint Seiya Cloths designed by Solo.

Phoenix Cloth of Ikki the Phoenix.

In his previous life, he thought Ikki's Phoenix Cloth was very beautiful and imposing.

Now that we've traveled to the Dragon Ball world, let's transform this little Mosco into the Phoenix Cloth.

Of course, it only borrowed its appearance; in terms of defense and other aspects, it is many times stronger than ordinary Saint Cloths.

"Is it alright, Bardos?" Solo asked with some anticipation.

“No problem.” Bardos nodded gently. “Then let’s begin.”

As she said this, Bardos picked up her scepter and waved it at little Mosco from a distance.

A soft light shone from the crystal ball at the top of the scepter, covering the robot's shell like a layer of warm water.

Mosco's figure began to melt in the light.

The metal shell softened and flowed like a candle, changing from a solid to a liquid state, like a pool of heated mercury slowly spreading on a grayish-white ground.

Guided by the power of the angels, the liquid metals reformed and transformed, gradually taking shape from an irregular mass of fluid.

The curves of the shoulder armor, the patterns on the breastplate, the buckles of the belt, and the lines of the leg armor all floated in mid-air, as if held up by an invisible hand, arranged neatly.

A dozen or so parts floated in the air, each with a dark gray metallic sheen and smooth curves along its edges, like a set of works of art waiting to be assembled.

"Saint Cloth, come!" Solo said to Bardos, his gaze falling on the row of floating parts. "As long as I say these three words, these Saint Cloths will stick to my body, which is equivalent to me wearing Mosco."