Chapter 413: Whis!
"Well, as promised, I'll now give you a free divination."
In the vast palace amidst the desert, above the lake-bound arena, the Fortuneteller Baba hopped down from her levitating crystal ball.
Upon learning that this group sought the location of the Six-Star Dragon Ball, Fortuneteller Baba showed a hint of surprise and said slowly, "The Six-Star Dragon Ball… To think you're searching for such a thing… After all these years, humans are seeking it again, huh?"
The First Kami had escaped the Underworld and returned to the living world—likely through a wish upon the Dragon Balls.
If she wasn't mistaken, the First Kami's revival coincided with that sudden darkness that had swallowed the sky four or five years ago.
Cutting the small talk, Fortuneteller Baba began her divination.
She cleared her throat, raised her hands toward the crystal ball, and chanted a rather cliché spell: "Mari mamire hong…!!"
Instantly, the crystal ball emitted a bright yet gentle light…
After learning the exact location of the Six-Star Dragon Ball, the group hurriedly left Fortuneteller Baba's palace. Young Goku called out to the Flying Nimbus, while Bulma, still small and frail, felt exhausted after the long day and didn't want to ride the cloud anymore. She decided to take a nap in the plane instead. Tights was just about to ask someone to take out the plane capsule—
—when that very someone lingered behind the group, glancing back at the palace gates with an unshakable thought.
Should I ask Fortuneteller Baba for a reading? To see if I'll ever become someone amazing?
A flicker of hesitation crossed his mind. He wanted to ask, but at the same time, wouldn't seeking such validation make him seem insecure… and lame?
Nah, forget it!
He let out a relieved sigh and, under Tights' questioning gaze ("What's wrong?"), shrugged, took out the plane capsule, clicked it open, and tossed it aside—"Boom!"
"Let's go!" Goku cheered, spinning into the sky on his Flying Nimbus.
The someone piloted the plane, carrying the two sisters as they followed the golden cloud's trail…
Bzzzt… Bzzzt…
At the very moment he decided not to turn back and ask for a divination—time and space seemed to split apart.
The possibility of "what if he had gone back to ask" peeled away from this universe like a mirrored timeline, gradually separating… Meanwhile, in the main timeline, all related information glitched out, overwritten and rewritten at a terrifying speed.
In legends and records—whether in Chinese or English—the tales of the Savior twisted and morphed into entirely different narratives.
On a remote island, the Turtle Hermit struggled to recall the legends of a certain sage atop Korin Tower…
In history, Master Mutaito's experiences were distorted…
The First Kami was now replaced by the Supreme Elderly Lord…
At Mount Five Elements, Annin, deep in slumber, shed a single tear before waking with a lingering sense of loss…
In the Lookout, Kami Piccolo's face slowly aged, and his memories of his predecessor warped to fit this new reality…
Deep within Fortuneteller Baba's palace, Yamiru, wearing an animal mask, vaguely sensed something amiss. The familiar energies of Mount Five Elements and the Lookout felt as if they were being split into two…
The surreal sensation triggered his Golden Veil, or perhaps his prior experience with "50-second time stops" had sharpened his perception. For a brief moment, his mind broke free from the bizarre temporal distortion—and he saw it.
Two overlapping timelines were slowly drifting apart…
One was the timeline the First Kami Yamiru knew.
The other was the timeline where someone had chosen not to ask Fortuneteller Baba, meaning he would never learn the clue leading to Mount Five Elements. As a result, the remnants of the "time loop"—once a potential but unrealized history—were erased. Extra people vanished, duplicates split into two, and redundant memories dissolved…
But someone objected to this process.
The instant spacetime began its self-correction—
In the realm of the God of Destruction of Universe 7, the angel Whis suddenly opened his eyes.
He felt a portion of his memories crumbling away, disappearing without a trace.
With a flick of his staff, Whis understood the cause.
"Since I was connected to you 40,000 years ago, the split in the parallel timeline is also correcting my memories…" Whis murmured emotionlessly, gazing at the scene of a desert palace on Earth reflected in his staff's crystal. "Creating a parallel timeline in secret is one thing, but tampering with my memories? That, I cannot allow."
Glancing back, he saw the God of Destruction, Lord Beerus, still curled up fast asleep on his bed. With a light tap of his staff, Whis transformed into a rainbow-like beam, shooting into the sky. In an instant, he streaked across the dark cosmos, reaching the edge of the galaxy—right above the desert palace on Earth.
Before his memories of that Earthling linked to Sherie completely faded…
Before the timelines fully split…
Before the temporal correction was irreversible—
Whis raised his staff and tapped the air lightly.
Hummm…
An imperceptible ripple spread outward in an instant.
As if borrowing the hand of a great deity, he gently nudged the gears of time across the entire universe.
Click… click… cli—ck…
…ck… cli—ck… click, click…
Time reversed.
The group, who had just been about to deal with the Six-Star Dragon Ball hidden inside someone's stomach, now walked backward into the plane.
In the sky, two dark figures flew backward.
The Flying Nimbus carried Goku in reverse, "eating" its own tail of golden light as it retreated.
Tights and Bulma stepped backward out of the plane.
The someone also jumped out of the plane in reverse.
"Boom!" The plane reverted into a capsule and flew back into his hand.
Click.
The someone caught the capsule and shrugged.
Tights gave him a questioning look—"What's wrong?"
He let out a sigh of relief.
No, I won't ask!
Wouldn't seeking validation from someone else make me seem insecure… lame?
A flicker of hesitation crossed his mind.
Unable to shake the thought, he kept glancing back at the palace gates as he trailed behind the group.
Whoosh…
Time ceased its reversal.
The two diverging parallel timelines realigned, merging back into one.
The world seemed to regain its vibrancy—colors brightened, sounds flowed once more.
Now aware of the Six-Star Dragon Ball's location, the group hurried out of Fortuneteller Baba's palace. Goku called out to the Flying Nimbus, while Bulma, still young and exhausted from the long day, opted to nap in the plane instead of another cloud ride. Tights was just about to ask someone for the plane capsule—
"You still have Pilaf's airship, right?" the someone suddenly said, as if making a decision.
"Huh?" Tights blinked in confusion.
"You guys go ahead and find the Six-Star Ball first," he smiled. "There's something I need to settle. I think… I'll ask Fortuneteller Baba for a divination after all. Otherwise, it'll keep bugging me."
Waving, he temporarily bid farewell to Goku and the sisters, then gave a thumbs-up to the sky.
"Alright, my turn…" he muttered to himself, turning around and stepping back onto the floating stone bridge leading to Fortuneteller Baba's palace.
Then—his body froze.
As if struck by lightning, his entire being locked up in shock.
His eyes snapped toward the sky, where a figure hovered against the sunlight—slicked-back white hair, cyan-blue skin, an elegant demeanor, clad in divine robes with a unique collar, holding a staff… calmly gazing down at him.
Wasn't that Whis—the angel who served the God of Destruction, Beerus?!
Above, Whis glanced indifferently at the stunned young man below before shifting his gaze elsewhere—toward a window deep in the palace.
There, a figure wearing an animal mask was also watching him.