Chapter 101: The Pinnacle of Ultra Instinct, Super Dragon Balls
"You're kidding, right? I didn't feel the slightest bit of spiciness! Lin Qi, what about you?" Cognac glanced at Lin Qi, who was smiling faintly.
Lin Qi put down his chopsticks and glanced at Cognac. "Say, Cognac, are angels like you able to maintain Ultra Instinct at all times?"
"Yeah... That's a natural ability we angels are born with. Look at me... I haven't even reached half-step Ultra Instinct yet!"
Quitela twirled his chopsticks, his tone laced with a hint of frustration, though he quickly brushed it off. "But even among the Gods of Destruction, only a few can master Perfect Ultra Instinct!"
"And you're the only one — even if you're still just a candidate — so you're my pride and joy! Hahaha..."
"Is that so..." Lin Qi rubbed his chin. "But I can't maintain Ultra Instinct indefinitely."
"That's not your fault — it's just that you haven't reached the next level of Ultra Instinct yet!" Cognac replied while casually picking up a piece of vegetable and popping it into his mouth.
"The next level?" Lin Qi looked puzzled. "Isn't Perfect Ultra Instinct already perfect?"
"Of course not. Beyond perfect lies the pinnacle!" Quitela replied, chewing nonchalantly and sniffling.
"But as far as I know, only Vados and Whis have reached that level!" Quitela shot a disgruntled look at Cognac.
"Why couldn't I have one of them as my attendant angel instead of you?"
"Heh... If you're not satisfied with my supervision, you're welcome to ask the Grand Priest to replace me..." Cognac's gaze turned cold as he shot a look at Quitela.
"Or maybe... have you replaced instead."
"Haha... hahaha... I was just joking!" Quitela quickly picked up a piece of meat and placed it into Cognac's bowl.
Meanwhile, Lin Qi was deep in thought, still rubbing his chin. "The pinnacle of Ultra Instinct, huh?"
"If you want to learn it, just ask Whis or Vados to teach you!" Quitela had also put down his bowl and chopsticks, patting his now bulging stomach.
"It's nothing — just a matter of opening your mouth and asking."
Not long after, the three of them finished their meal, each looking fully satisfied.
Cognac leisurely wiped his mouth with a white cloth. "But Lord Quitela, are you really willing to let Lord Lin Qi leave?"
"Huh?" Quitela, now in pajamas and wearing a pointy hat, stretched lazily. "It's just a period of training, nothing major!"
"Sleep time... sleep time..." Quitela yawned and headed off toward his cave.
But less than an hour later, he came rushing back with that pointy hat still on and loose pajamas flapping, flinging himself at Lin Qi.
"Lin Qi... waah...!"
"What now?" Lin Qi frowned and opened his eyes from meditation, looking at Quitela, clearly unimpressed by his antics.
Cognac, following behind, also wore a speechless expression. "What else? Lord Quitela had a dream. He dreamed you left."
"Then I left. So what? It's not like I died or anything!" Lin Qi ruffled the top of Quitela's mouse-like head.
"If I leave, I'll come back."
"No, I dreamed you died! Kicked the bucket! Gone for good!!" Quitela sniffled. "You're my successor, remember?!"
"Oh... and in your dream, how exactly did I die?" Lin Qi asked casually, clearly unbothered.
"Is that the point?!" Quitela widened his eyes indignantly and pointed at Cognac.
"He said that Saiyans have a max lifespan of about 200 years... Just 200 years!!"
Lin Qi sighed and reached up to scratch his slightly itchy ear, irritated by the noise.
"Aren't I your successor? With my divine power, I could live another 500 years, no problem."
"But that's still only 500 years... Why don't I go file a request now and make you the next God of Destruction?" Quitela sniffled again.
Lin Qi was a little surprised. He looked at Quitela seriously. "And what about you? Would you die?"
"No, just early retirement!" Quitela looked genuinely touched. "You care about me that much..."
"Ugh..." Lin Qi couldn't help rolling his eyes. He'd actually thought Quitela would die after giving up the position!
"I'm still young, you know? I haven't had enough fun yet. How could I become a God of Destruction already? Don't they have quotas to meet, too? That burden's still on your shoulders!"
Lin Qi's attempt to pass the buck didn't seem to bother Quitela. Stroking his chin, Quitela added, "Then there's only one solution left!"
"What solution?" Cognac was curious. Could there really be a way around matters of life and death?
"I heard there's this thing called the Super Dragon Balls in Universe 6 and 7..."
Quitela grinned goofily and looked at Lin Qi. "Let's go find the Super Dragon Balls and wish for your immortality!"
"But the Super Dragon Balls are in Universe 6 and 7!" Cognac agreed that it was a good idea, but it would be difficult to carry out.
Quitela didn't care in the slightest. With one hand on his waist and the other clenched in a fist, he declared, "Then it's settled! Beerus is still hibernating!"
"Whis won't say anything — and even if he does, just distract him. As for that fat cat Champa, Lin Qi can just beat him up!"
"...Lord Quitela, are you really doing this for Lord Lin Qi, or are you just using him to bully other Gods of Destruction?" Cognac looked skeptical, clearly suspicious of Quitela's motives.
"Why not just use some regular Namekian Dragon Balls and wish for Lin Qi to live a few million years?"
Clenching his fist, Quitela shouted in protest, "What are you saying?! Lin Qi is my chosen successor — of course I've got to give him the best!"
"Heh..." Lin Qi ruffled Quitela's mouse-head again. This guy... sure, he's ugly.
But he really does care.
"Alright then, if we're doing this, let's do it!" Quitela still had his fist raised, turning to Cognac. "Let's go, Cognac, Lin Qi!"
"Next stop: Universe 6! Beat up Champa... and find the Super Dragon Balls!"
Universe 6, Realm of the God of Destruction.
"Hey, fat cat!" Quitela cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted several times.
But the entire realm remained silent — not a single soul in sight.
"Where'd he go?" Quitela asked, hands on hips, puzzled.
"Why don't we just check?" Lin Qi shot a glance at the staff Cognac was holding.
As the magic orb on Cognac's staff lit up, a connected visual appeared before the trio.
"Huh... They seem to be on some desolate planet!" Quitela leaned closer. "Where's that fat cat?"
"Fat cat? Who the hell are you talking about?! You damn rat! What are you doing contacting my Vados?!"
Soon, Champa's chubby cat face appeared in the magic orb, yelling and cursing.
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