- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 243
Chapter 243: The Super Dragon Balls, The Decisive Wish!
With a wave of the Grand Priest’s hand, the pitch-black Void Realm was suddenly bathed in a golden hue.
Amidst the nothingness, the Super Dragon Balls—each the size of a planet—flashed into view, slowly rising toward the group.
“Is that… the Super Dragon Balls?”
“It really is a dazzling sight, so golden and magnificent.”
The remaining warriors from Universe 7 gazed at the enormous Dragon Balls, which colored the entire realm, in awe.
With another wave of his hand, the Super Dragon Balls moved toward the remaining arena, symbolizing the power to grant any wish.
“Although you are all victors, due to the nature of the Super Dragon Balls, you may only make one wish. I’ll give you a moment to discuss it, but be quick and decide.” The Grand Priest smiled as he looked at the two of them.
“Number 17, do you have a wish you want to make?”
Fang ye, holding his injured arm, stood before Number 17.
“I’ve already decided on my wish. How about you? Is there something you must wish for?” Number 17 nodded, then turned the question toward Fang ye. “Is your wish still to travel with your family?”
Fang ye didn’t answer directly but instead asked, “What about you? What do you truly wish for?”
Number 17 paused for a moment at Fang ye’s question, then shook his head.
Seeing Number 17 shake his head, Fang ye smiled lightly.
“In that case, there’s nothing more for me to say,” Fang ye said, taking a few steps toward the edge of the arena, then waving his hand back. “I’ll forfeit my wish, Number 17. The decision is yours.” With that, Fang ye jumped down from the arena.
A flash of white light, and Fang ye appeared on the stands. “Fang ye!”
The others were taken by surprise at his decision.
After all, the Super Dragon Balls could grant any wish—this wasn’t an exaggeration, it was simply the truth! The ability to make any wish was exactly what the Super Dragon Balls were designed for.
For him to give up such an opportunity seemed unwise to the others.
“You may look at Number 17’s cool demeanor, but he’s actually pretty easygoing.”
Number 18 leaned over and whispered.
“No need,” Fang ye shook his head.
“I believe Number 17 will make a better wish.”
With that, he relaxed, lying back on the stands, watching the Super Dragon Balls with an amused expression. “Have you decided?”
The Grand Priest smiled and turned his attention to Number 17.
“Mm,” Number 17 nodded quietly without saying more.
The Grand Priest acknowledged his response with a nod, then turned to the Super Dragon Balls, beginning to chant in a complex and mysterious language.
(This is the summoning incantation for the Dragon Balls, a unique language existing outside the boundaries of any universe.)
Normally, even if someone obtained the Super Dragon Balls, they would be unable to make a wish. This language could only be understood and used by the gods.
As the summoning ritual reached its climax, the Grand Priest’s eyes gleamed with energy as he gazed at the Super Dragon Balls. “I—shall grant one wish!”
With the final words spoken, the Super Dragon Balls began to undergo a miraculous transformation!
A surge of golden light erupted from the Super Dragon Balls, twisting into a massive column that soared into the void above!
Gradually, the golden light began to solidify, and a gigantic golden dragon, hundreds of kilometers long, appeared before the onlookers.
Snap!
On the grand seats, the two Zenos stood up, their faces solemn as they watched the appearance of the Super Shenron. “Have you decided, Number 17? What is your wish?”
Both Zenos, now enveloped in a pale yellow aura, floated toward the arena. “Anything is possible. What do you wish for?”
“The Super Shenron is incredibly powerful. Anything you desire can be granted.”
“Anything is possible, what will it be?”
“Anything, really!” The Zenos babbled excitedly.
“Speak your wish, the final winner of the Tournament of Power.”
The Grand Priest’s voice was soft, yet he smiled as he looked at Number 17, standing straight on the arena.
“I wish… for all the universes that were erased by this tournament to be restored to their original state.”
Number 17 spoke softly, his gaze unwavering.
“Is that all?”
“Just like that?”
The Zenos leaned forward, double-checking.
Number 17 smiled gently, then turned to the Grand Priest. “Hurry up, the Guardian of Nature is very busy.”
The Grand Priest nodded with a smile, then raised his hands once more.
Another incomprehensible incantation filled the air, and as the Grand Priest completed his chant, the Super Shenron, as if understanding the wish, nodded its massive head.
Its crimson-red eyes flashed with light, and the Super Shenron began to dissipate, transforming into a shower of golden light that spread in every direction!
Shrinking rapidly, it let out a mighty dragon’s roar before soaring into the sky like a lightning bolt!
“Yes, all the other universes have returned to their previous states.”
Whis raised his staff, and the crystal orb at the top displayed the restored universes, now back to their original forms.
“Number 17!”
Seeing her brother, Number 18 immediately flew down from the stands and grabbed his shoulder, looking worried. “Is this your wish? Didn’t you want to travel with your family?”
“Are you sure you won’t regret this?”
Number 17 chuckled softly and patted his sister’s back reassuringly. “This will save countless universes.”
“By the way, Number 17’s wish was quite unexpected. He wished for all the universes that fought against him to be restored…”
The crowd on the stands began to murmur.
“Actually, the Zenos already expected this outcome,”
The Grand Priest drove his platform closer to the gods who were discussing among themselves.
“Well… what if Number 17 had wished for something else?”
The Grand Priest thought for a moment, then replied, “The Zenos originally intended to erase everything.”
The others shivered at the Grand Priest’s explanation, cold sweat running down their backs.
Gradually, the warriors of Universe 7 gathered on the arena, sitting together.
“This battle was really intense. By the way, Fang ye, you’re so strong! We should have a rematch when we get back!” Goku, the battle maniac, grinned as he looked at Fang ye.
Shaking his head gently, Fang ye replied, “I have to leave.”
“Leave? You’re not coming back to Universe 7 with us?” Everyone looked at Fang ye, surprised.
“I have things to do. I’m not sure when we’ll meet again.” Fang ye said, stepping forward. “Take care!”
A voice came from behind him, and when Fang ye turned around, he saw the others standing in a line, waving at him.
Fang ye smiled slightly, then waved back with his right hand. “Goodbye…”
At the same time, a voice echoed in Fang ye’s mind. “Congratulations, you’ve completed the final task.”
“Please note, you will be leaving this world in ten seconds.” Fang ye nodded quietly, indicating he understood.
Although the 48 hours of battling in the Dragon Ball world hadn’t been long, he had developed a certain connection with the people here.
He walked toward a spot the others couldn’t see, and his body began to glow with white light.
“10, 9, 8, 7… 3, 2, 1!”
As the countdown ended, Fang ye’s figure dissolved into countless white dots, disappearing without a trace.