Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

The flames fell on the stone.

"Snapped!"

The stone instantly turned into nothingness and vanished without a trace.

"Wow, amazing, Mr. Solo!" Bardos clapped his hands and cheered, tapping his scepter lightly on the ground. "Your comprehension is truly outstanding. In just three months, you've already mastered the basics of destruction skills."

“I think it’s far from enough!” Solo mused, looking down at his fingers. “It took three months to condense a sesame seed-sized amount of destructive energy.”

"So, Mr. Solo, how much destructive energy would you be satisfied with?" Bardos asked with a smile.

"Could it be condensed to the size of a light-year?" Solo looked up at Bados.

Bardos put her hand to her forehead, her fingers pressing against her temples, speechless for a moment.

A destructive energy equivalent to a light-year!

How big would that be?

“Oh dear… Mr. Solo has lofty ambitions.” Bardos didn’t refute him, but just smiled calmly, “You can strive to achieve your goals.”

"I will do my best!" Solo nodded earnestly.

“But speaking of which, Mr. Solo’s cooking skills have improved quite a bit,” Bardos exclaimed. “The dishes he’s made lately are suddenly several times tastier than before.”

"Thank you for the compliment." Solo chuckled.

The reason why Solo's food tastes better than before is because his culinary skills have improved during this period.

He went from being a master chef to a grandmaster chef.

It wasn't really an upgrade; Solo just unlocked new skills.

In the past three months, Solo's skills have been refreshed three times.

I got the [Flash Master] skill in the first month.

In the second month, I obtained the [Flight Expert] rank.

In the third month, I finally got the [Master Chef] title.

But these weren't what excited Solo the most.

He has gained another skill slot.

Currently, Solo has three skill slots, which are filled with [Combat Power x500], [Talent x50], and [Master Chef] respectively.

They were talking.

"call out"

A streak of purplish-red light flashed across the horizon, moving as fast as a shooting star traveling in reverse, hurtling rapidly from the depths of the starry sky and plummeting toward the earth.

Solo's pupils contracted slightly as his gaze locked onto the approaching light.

He recognized the other person's identity.

Xiangpa is back.

Chapter 112 Champa: Boy, who are you?

Bardos raised her head, her gaze piercing through the gray sky, looking at the approaching crimson streak of light.

The light, like a burning meteorite, plummeted from the depths of the starry sky, leaving a long trail of light that dyed the entire sky a dark red.

"Oh my, Lord Champa is back!" Bardos said with a smile, twirling her scepter lightly in her hand.

Solo stood beside her, arms crossed, his gaze following the crimson light. He gently stroked his chin with his fingers, lost in thought.

“Mr. Solo.” Bardos suddenly turned around, her gaze falling on Solo’s face, her expression becoming more composed. “It’s best not to tell Lord Champa about your learning of destructive skills yet.”

During the three months that followed, when Bardos was bored, he talked to Solo a lot about the twelve universes and the God of Destruction.

From the birth of the Omni-King to the duties of angels, from the selection of the Destroyer God to the balance of the universe.

Solo already knew the answer perfectly well, but he didn't show it. Instead, he humbly asked for advice, just like a studious elementary school student.

Nod when you encounter something you don't understand, and nod when you encounter something you do understand.

Bardos was very satisfied with Solo's performance.

"Is it because he'll mistakenly think I'm going to replace him as the God of Destruction of Universe Six?" Solo asked with a smile, a knowing smile curving his lips.

“That’s exactly what I mean!” Bardos nodded slightly, pausing his scepter in his hand. “After all, with your current strength, you are far from being a match for Lord Champa. You are still a long way from becoming a true God of Destruction.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to be the God of Destruction.” Solo slowly shook his head.

"Mr. Solo, don't you want to become a God of Destruction?" Bardos paused, her pale blue eyes blinking slightly. "Becoming a God of Destruction grants eternal life."

"Huh? Is it too late for me to change my mind?" Solo suddenly changed his tune, a playful smile on his face.

Bardos paused for a moment, then gently paused in her hand on the scepter.

He quietly wiped away his sweat, his pale blue fingers brushing across his forehead.

"Does becoming a God of Destruction require defeating Lord Champa?" Solo asked again, tilting his head.

"Yes, yes." Bardos nodded slightly.

"How much of a gap do you think there is between me and him now?" Solo asked again, his gaze becoming serious.

“If your destructive energy is 1,” Bardos replied, “then Lord Champa’s destructive energy is 1.”

Solo's lips twitched, and his gaze fell into the distance.

Can you please stop being so discouraging?

Is it a difference of ten thousand times?

However, after thinking about it carefully, Solo realized that what Bardos said was quite normal.

I've only been practicing for three months, while Xiangpa has been practicing for many years.

They must be hundreds of millions of years old, right?

How many days and nights have passed between a tiny kitten and a destroyer?

"When you see Lord Champa later, just say you're the cook I hired," Bardos suggested with a smile, pointing her scepter toward the kitchen.

“That’s the truth.” Solo laughed, spreading his hands at his sides.

"Yes, yes," Bardos laughed heartily, her laughter clear and crisp.

"call out"

Champa was incredibly fast; a crimson streak of light swooped down from the sky like a burning meteorite, landing near Solo and Bados in the blink of an eye.

His landing created a gust of wind, sending grayish-white dust flying in all directions, and the shockwave made Solo's clothes flutter loudly.

The moment he landed, Champa's gaze immediately locked onto Solo.

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of hostility flashing in his pupils. His expression looked somewhat displeased, the corners of his mouth slightly downturned, and his tail held high behind him.

"Hey, Bardos, what's this human doing here?" Champa asked, his face dark, glaring at Bardos with eyes like two knives.

“Oh dear, Lord Champa,” Bardos replied with a smile, walking toward Champa. “This Mr. Solo is the cook I specially invited.”

She walked to Xiangpa's side, tiptoed slightly, leaned close to Xiangpa's ear, and whispered something.

"Moreover, this is the chef I poached from Universe 7!"

"You... what did you say?" Champa's eyes lit up, his purplish-red pupils widened suddenly, his face showing both surprise and delight, his tail swaying gently behind him, "Dug from the Seventh Universe?"

His gaze fell on Solo again, scanning him from head to toe, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You don't know about Beerus, do you?" Champa asked in a low voice.

Before Bardos could answer the question, Champa suddenly slapped his forehead and laughed, saying, "That guy is sleeping, he probably doesn't know."

"Yes, yes." Bardos nodded slightly.

"Young man, what dishes can you cook?" Champa asked Solo with a smile, his hands behind his back.

"Hello, Lord Champa." Solo bowed slightly. "I can cook many dishes, including steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, soy sauce chicken, cured meat, preserved pork belly, dried meat, sausage..."

Solo then repeated the list of dishes, speaking at a moderate pace, enunciating each dish clearly as if reciting a long poem.

Champa's eyes widened instantly, his pupils gleaming.

He unconsciously smacked his lips, licked his lips twice with the tip of his tongue, and looked on with anticipation.

“However, I can only cook six dishes a day,” Solo quickly added. “I hope Lord Champa will understand.”

Xiangpa's face darkened, and the smile on his lips instantly froze.

Six dishes are enough for whoever wants to eat them?

“Oh dear, oh dear, that’s certainly Mr. Solo’s style.” Bardos chimed in, speaking up for Solo, twirling her scepter in her hand. “I hope Lord Champa won’t be offended. If Lord Champa doesn’t mind, how about trying the six dishes Mr. Solo has prepared?”

“Well, let’s try it then.” Champa nodded, without objection.

He paused, then snorted coldly, his gaze falling on Solo.

"But let me make this clear beforehand: if your cooking isn't good, I won't hesitate to teach you a lesson and send you back to Universe Seven!"

"Sure, sure," Solo readily agreed and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

The moment Solo entered the kitchen, he saw Bardos standing by the dining table, winking at him with a meaningful smile and a knowing curve at the corners of her mouth.

Solo grinned at Bardos and secretly made an "OK" sign with his fingers to his side.

The two can be said to be in perfect sync.

Just now, Solo said he could only cook six dishes, and Bardos naturally echoed Solo's words.

Moreover, Bardos felt that she was receiving special treatment from Solo.

That guy in Champa only got six dishes, but I could make ten!

Solo went into the kitchen and busied himself for a while.

Chopping vegetables, blanching, stir-frying, braising – the movements are fluid and effortless.

Solo didn't put as much effort into the dishes he prepared for Champa; he almost just did a perfunctory job.

The heat should be just right, the seasoning just enough, and the plating is rather haphazard.