"That's good then!" Rumssi nodded in agreement and asked, "That... you said earlier you still wanted to have a match with me?"
"A match, of course! Working for you for 1000 years, I can feel the pressure just thinking about it!" Kusu said through gritted teeth, "I want to win it back!"
"How do you want to play?" Rumssi asked. "The problem is, your trainee God of Destruction can't beat my trainee God of Destruction!"
"Alright, stop pretending!" Kusu scoffed. "I already know, that guy named Vegeta is dead, killed by his own destructive energy."
"You believe that? I was just kidding with you," Rumssi said in a deep voice.
"Then bring him over to see me," Kusu said with a smug smile.
"Oh no... you figured it out." Rumssi gritted his teeth. "Damn it... I should have saved him back then!" 138 Reading Network
"Alright, I won't bully you. Since your trainee God of Destruction is gone, let's have a contest between disciples of the Supreme Kais," Kusu hummed.
"How do you plan to compete?" Rumssi thought gleefully.
"Same as before, let them fight," Kusu smiled. "One round to decide the winner."
"How do we play?" Rumssi asked. "You've already lost 1000 years to me!"
"It's similar to before. If I win, the 1000 years I owe you will be wiped clean," Kusu said. "If I lose, I'll lose another 1000 years to you! Meaning, I'll work for you for 2000 years."
"Do I lack that 1000 years?" Rumssi shook his head. "It's no fun. Let's leave it at that. You'd better come work in our universe soon."
After saying that, Rumssi signaled Whis to end the call.
Whis didn't hesitate and immediately hung up.
Kusu: "..."
You scoundrel, Rumssi!
You're not going to play just because you won?
Is there anything more shameless than this?
"Call him back!" Kusu said through gritted teeth, clenching his fists tightly, his whole body trembling.
"Lord Rumssi might not agree," Marcarita pondered. "Why not just make it 10,000 years?"
Kusu: "..."
"10,000 years is too much... Add another 2000 years, or 5000 years is fine... No more than that, what if I lose again?" Kusu was afraid of losing.
"You shouldn't, really," Marcarita said. "Among all the Supreme Kais, Mr. Thypo is considered one of the strongest."
"That's true... but why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Kusu hesitated.
"Then let's start with 2000 years. If he disagrees, then we'll talk about 5000 years," Marcarita suggested.
"Okay, if it's 10,000 years directly, he'll get suspicious too," Kusu nodded.
"Alright, I'll contact Sister Whis again now," Marcarita said.
With that, Marcarita re-established the video call with Whis.
"Sister Whis, could you please trouble Lord Rumssi to speak with Lord Kusu again?" Marcarita asked.
"Certainly," Whis replied.
The two Gods of Destruction began another round of conversation.
"Kusu, I said I don't want to play, and I don't want to play. I've already won, why should I play?" Rumssi said somewhat triumphantly.
"How about another 2000 years?" Kusu said through gritted teeth. "If I lose, I'll work for you for 3000 years."
"Do I look like someone who lacks 2000 years?" Rumssi snorted.
"5000 years! 5000 years, is that enough? If I lose, I'll work for you for 5000 years!" Kusu said, clenching his fists.
"Shouldn't it be 6000 years?" Rumssi was surprised. "Your math must have been taught by a gym teacher."
Kusu: "..."
"I mean, 5000 years in total, including the previous 1000 years," Kusu replied hatefully.
"5000 years..." Rumssi hesitated.
"Look, if you win, you gain 5000 years, and if you lose, you don't lose anything. It's just that the previous bet is nullified," Kusu reminded him cautiously.
"This..." Rumssi looked a bit troubled.
"Rumssi, consider it a favor I owe you, is that acceptable?" Kusu pleaded again.
"Fine... Since you're so keen on competing... then let's compete," Rumssi nodded reluctantly and added, "Actually, my trainee Supreme Kai is very strong. I think we should forget about it."
"What a coincidence, my trainee Supreme Kai is also very strong," Kusu laughed heartily.
"Then, will you come here, or will we go there?" Rumssi asked.
"We'll come over. We'll be there soon," Kusu said, relieved and beaming with joy.
He finally agreed.
The two sides ended the call.
Kusu solemnly patted Thypo on the shoulder.
"Thypo, I hope you won't disappoint me," Kusu said.
"Don't worry, Lord Kusu," Thypo smiled. "You know my strength best..."
"Yes, your strength is indeed remarkable among Supreme Kais," Kusu nodded.
"By the way, I heard earlier that the guy named Vegeta died?" Thypo asked gossipingly.
"He died, destroyed by the destructive energy he himself condensed," Kusu laughed heartily.
"Hahahaha... That idiot, serves him right, serves him right," Thypo laughed even more happily, then asked somewhat perplexed, "How could he be destroyed by his own destructive energy?"
"Perhaps the destructive energy he condensed was too great, and he accidentally enveloped himself within it," Kusu guessed. "Never mind him. It's better that he's dead. I wish he'd died sooner."
"So... Lord Kusu, when do we depart?" Thypo was already impatient.
"Marcarita, first restore Thypo's energy. We must ensure a flawless victory this time," Kusu instructed Marcarita.
"Yes, Lord Kusu," Marcarita nodded and stepped forward to restore Thypo's energy with the scepter.
"Lord Kusu, there's no need for such trouble. My energy hasn't been depleted much," Thypo said nonchalantly.
"This time, I cannot afford any slip-ups. Fight with all your might!" Kusu admonished him seriously.
"Don't worry, I will easily defeat the trainee Supreme Kai of the Tenth Universe!" Thypo's eyes gleamed with boundless confidence.
"Good, that's all I need to hear," Kusu nodded and instructed Kai. "Kai, take us to the Supreme Kai Realm of the Tenth Universe."