Chapter 87: Farewell, Returning to My Own Timeline

Chapter 87: Farewell, Returning to My Own Timeline

That speed was astonishing—everything unfolded in one seamless motion!

"So fast..." Son Goten stared blankly, his face filled with bewilderment. Mira's speed was like a shadow, dashing back and forth with a swoosh before disappearing altogether.

"He ran away..." Vegeta's palm still glowed with energy, but his gaze shifted to the unconscious Broly. "In that case, let's kill this guy."

"Hey, hey, why not just send him back to his own timeline?" This time, Goku opposed the idea, spreading his arms wide to block Vegeta.

"Hmph... This guy is always in a berserk state. Sending him back will only create more trouble for others!" Vegeta insisted on his stance.

Pan stood with her hands on her hips and looked at Gohan. "What's Dad's timeline like? Can I go take a look?"

"It's fine, I guess! Let me ask Kami later..." Gohan adjusted his glasses again and opened the backpack he had placed under a large tree.

"Towa was rescued..." Trunks turned to Chronoa. "What should we do next?"

"We sweep up the remaining forces of the Dark Demon Realm!" Chronoa clenched her fist and waved it with determination. "Time Patrol! Let's do our best!"

"Alright!" Goten also raised his fist but soon looked downcast. "But before that, can I get some rest?"

"Even though I didn't do much, that intense mental stimulation has left me exhausted. I want to take a bath, have a meal, and then sleep soundly!"

"Hahaha..." Everyone present burst into laughter at Goten's words.

As the group bantered and played around, Lin Qi stood aside, watching them quietly before turning his gaze to Chronoa.

"I won't be staying with you any longer. I need to return to my timeline!"

Goku was taken aback and stopped arguing with Vegeta, turning to Lin Qi. "You're leaving already? I haven't even had a proper fight with you yet!"

"Hmph, with your meager strength?" Vegeta scoffed disdainfully, dispersing the energy ball in his palm and crossing his arms arrogantly.

"You're not even stronger than me..." Goku muttered under his breath.

Vegeta's forehead veins bulged as he clenched his fists in anger, shouting, "What did you say?! Let's fight right now! I'm the strongest!"

"Sure..." Goku placed his hands behind his head, grinning, but his stomach growled loudly at that moment.

"Grrrr..."

"Hahaha... Grandpa, you're hungry too!" Pan giggled as she ran from Gohan's side to Goku's side.

"You're really leaving?" Trunks stood in front of Lin Qi. "Why not stay, and we'll throw you a farewell party!"

"No need. You all can celebrate yourselves!" Lin Qi smiled faintly, looking at the lively scene before him. "We'll meet again soon anyway!"

The next meeting would be during Fu's debut, which was still a long way off. He had no reason to stay and play around. Besides...

"And someone is crying for me to return already!"

"Alright! Are you leaving now?" Trunks no longer tried to persuade him.

"Yes!" Lin Qi nodded firmly.

Chronoa sighed softly, her body slowly levitating as she released the power of time.

A starlit magic circle, adorned with clock-like components, appeared beneath Lin Qi's feet. "I'm leaving!"

"Alright... Remember to visit us when you're free!" Goten waved at Lin Qi, who was about to disappear.

"It seems we've lost a formidable ally..." The Elder Kai gently stroked the Chronoa Bird perched on his shoulder.

Goku, however, showed no concern, urging everyone, "Let's go eat! I feel like I could eat eighty cows!"

"Haha..."

As laughter faded into the distance, Lin Qi traversed the corridor of time. Inside were distorted moments, countless clocks of various forms.

Swoosh!

When Lin Qi appeared again, he glanced around his surroundings, finding himself in the vast expanse of the universe.

Suspended in the vacuum of space, he looked around and sensed the nearby energies before using Instant Transmission.

Universe 7, the Divine Realm.

"Hoho..." Whis stood by the riverside, looking at the magic orb atop his staff that remained upright.

"Hoho... Hohoho..."

That soft chuckle, occasionally muffled by his hand, reached Lin Qi's ears just as he appeared.

The moment Lin Qi arrived, Whis turned around, his expression returning to elegance. "It's you?"

"You've returned so quickly?"

"Yeah... Where's Beerus?" Lin Qi scanned the familiar surroundings. "I didn't mess up the time and space, did I?"

"Hoho... Welcome back!" Whis chuckled, raising his hand to cover his mouth. "Lord Beerus is in a deep sleep!"

"Oh..." Lin Qi replied calmly. Just as he raised his hand to bid farewell, a shadow suddenly lunged at him from behind.

Reacting instinctively, Lin Qi grabbed the incoming hand and executed an over-the-shoulder throw.

Bang!

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." The figure on the ground clutched his arm. Whether from pain or relief, his eyes brimmed with tears.

"Lin Qi, you bastard... You... you..."

"Welcome back, Lord Lin Qi!" Standing nearby, Cognac offered a gentle smile to Lin Qi.

"Yeah... I'm back! Quitela, Cognac!" Lin Qi also smiled faintly, extending a hand to Quitela, who sat on the ground.

"Wah..." Once pulled up, Quitela hugged Lin Qi tightly. "I thought you wouldn't return... It's been so long..."

"Huh?" Lin Qi, a bit surprised, looked at Cognac and asked, "How long has it been since I left?"

"Not that long, really. It's only been a month since your battle with Lord Beerus..." Cognac quickly replied.

"Tch... Is that so? Whis said Beerus has gone into a deep sleep?" Lin Qi pulled Quitela, who was clinging to him, off and asked.

"Yes..." Quitela, still teary-eyed, looked at Lin Qi pitifully. "I don't want to fight anymore. Let's just go back!"

Quitela whimpered in response, "I'll never come to this cursed Universe 7 again!!"

"Hehe... Whatever makes you happy!" Lin Qi smiled, waved to Whis, and left with Cognac.

After spending some time consoling Quitela, Lin Qi used the excuse of going out to train to bid farewell to the two.

"Remember to visit me often... and bring me something delicious!" Quitela waved a white handkerchief, repeatedly wiping his teary eyes.

"Lord Quitela!! Mind your image!" Cognac broke into a cold sweat, muttering, "Where's the dignity of a God of Destruction?"

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