"Huh? Do we need to report in advance to go to the Sixth Universe?" Soya raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise, tapping his chin lightly with a finger.
"That is only natural." Champa puffed out his round chest, nodding as if it were obvious. "After all, I am the God of Destruction of the Sixth Universe."
"Alright then, I'll start over." Soya rubbed his chin, swiped a finger across the control panel. The flying cube slowly moved into the Sixth Universe, and he immediately waved towards Champa. "Lord Champa, I am about to enter your Sixth Universe!"
Champa: "..."
Before Champa could react, Soya controlled the flying cube to exit the Sixth Universe again.
"Lord Champa, I have left your Sixth Universe." Soya said with a perfectly straight face.
Champa's cat face darkened instantly. His ears drooped in anger, and his tail stiffened like a rod.
What kind of nonsense operation is this?
Why do I feel like I'm being treated as a toy?
"Negative emotional value from Champa +666!"
"Never mind that." Champa waved a hand, his face dark, changing the topic as he stepped directly into the cube, his tone softening a little. "Since you're already in the Sixth Universe, why not look around a bit?"
"I'm already done looking." Soya replied nonchalantly.
Champa: "..."
Champa's cat face darkened once more.
You haven't even spent as much time in our Sixth Universe as it takes me to eat a piece of cake, and you say you're done?
"Did you go to Planet Sadala?" Champa suppressed his anger and asked again.
"Huh? Why go to Planet Sadala?" Soya's eyes lit up, his body leaning forward slightly, his tone full of expectation. "Is it to check in? Are there prizes for checking in?"
Champa almost choked on his own saliva, coughing violently while covering his chest with his paws.
What the hell do you mean prizes for checking in!
I was thinking of charging you an entrance fee.
And here you are, thinking of asking me for prizes instead?
Are you out of your damn mind?
"After all, Planet Sadala is the homeworld of you Saiyans." Champa forced a smile onto his face, lightly patting Soya's arm with a paw. "Aren't you planning to look around the planet? Maybe chat with your fellow Saiyans?"
"Not this time, maybe next time." Soya shook his head decisively.
Champa: "..."
Champa felt waves of helplessness.
Don't not go!
If you don't go, how can I collect the entrance fee?
I still want to get 10 bottles of Battle God Water from you!
"Don't wait for next time." Champa quickly stepped forward, his furry paw grabbing Soya's arm tightly, a pleading note in his tone. "Since you're already here, you really should take a look, shouldn't you?"
Soya: "..."
The corner of Soya's mouth twitched. He subtly pulled his arm free and took half a step back.
Can we not be so familiar with each other?
"Having me go isn't impossible." Soya chuckled, pointing at the flying cube. "If you inject some energy into my cube, I might consider visiting Planet Sadala."
Champa: "????"
Champa was momentarily confused, his round eyes filled with bewilderment.
Inject energy into your cube?
What kind of operation is this?
I don't remember this cube ever needing external energy input.
Just as Champa was lost in thought, a glimpse from the corner of his eye caught Quitela stuck to the cube wall, and he froze.
"This… why is there someone here?" Champa scratched his head, pointing a large finger at Quitela, his face full of confusion as he asked Soya beside him. "What is he doing there?"
Soya snickered, walking over to Quitela's side, bending down to whisper in his ear: "If you don't want me to reveal your identity, cooperate nicely."
Quitela was instantly furious, grinding his teeth so hard they audibly creaked, wishing he could bite Soya's neck off in one go.
But he held back in the end.
This kid is sharp, probably not that easy to kill.
Besides, killing the Supreme Kai of a new universe is a serious crime.
If the Grand Priest found out, I'd definitely be flattened.
Quitela carefully weighed the pros and cons and finally gave a stiff nod.
He really didn't want his identity exposed.
If a big mouth like Champa found out, every God of Destruction in the cosmos would know about my embarrassing situation of being stuck to a cube wall.
Do I not need face?
Being stuck in a place like this… it's just too humiliating!
"What are you saying to him?" Champa craned his neck curiously, his furry ears twitching, clearly not sensing anything amiss.
"Nothing." Soya straightened up, smiling at Champa. "Just asking if he's hungry. He said he's not."
Champa: "..."
You need to whisper for something like that?
"Negative emotional value from Champa +666!"
"What I mean is, why is he stuck there?" Champa asked patiently, his paw casually scratching the cube wall.
"None of that is important anymore…" Soya grinned, suddenly clapping his hands. "Lord Champa, how about I show you something fun?"
"Something fun?" Champa was immediately interested, his round eyes sparkling with curiosity, his tail perking up.
"Like this, if you laugh, you have to pay me a performance fee!" Soya chuckled slyly.
"What if I don't laugh?" Champa narrowed his eyes, looking at the other warily.
"If you don't laugh, I'll give you some Battle God Water, how about that?" Soya dangled the bait, a hint of temptation in his tone.
"Deal!" Champa agreed without a second thought, his paws rubbing together excitedly.
Soya: "..."
You're so easy to trick, I'm almost embarrassed.
The air was quiet for four or five seconds.
"Oh, right, how many bottles of Battle God Water?" Champa suddenly came to his senses, quickly following up, his round face full of wariness.
That agreement just now was too hasty.
"One bottle." Soya rolled his eyes, saying irritably. "How many do you want? Don't push your luck, I went through a lot of trouble to get this one bottle."
The corner of Champa's mouth twitched, his ears drooping.
Fine, one bottle is one bottle.
Better than nothing.
It's just holding back a laugh, right?
Much easier than accompanying this kid on a tour of Planet Sadala.
Accompanying guests on tours is tiring, have to handle food and drink too.
Now having this kid perform, I can even earn a bottle of Battle God Water…
The more Champa thought about it, the more advantageous it seemed. He couldn't help covering his mouth with a paw to stifle a chuckle, thinking to himself: This kid must be an idiot.
"Wait, what's this 'performance fee' you mentioned?" Champa suddenly became alert, his furry brows furrowing.
If I accidentally laugh, I still have to pay some performance fee…
Need to figure out what this performance fee actually is first.
"It's nothing, nothing." Soya chuckled, pointing at the energy core of the flying cube. "It's just a bit of Destruction energy. You just gather some Destruction energy and input it into the cube. That's all."
"Alright then." Champa agreed readily, but inwardly he was overjoyed.
This flying cube of yours is Whis's, right?
I don't remember flying cubes needing Destruction energy to operate.
Are you sure me inputting some Destruction energy into this cube will do anything?
Whatever, if you want it, I'll give you some!
Provided I lose.
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