Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
After Gran stepped in, he could see nothing but white.
No other colors existed—just an endless, oppressive expanse of pale emptiness.
And that wasn't all.
This space came with ten times gravity by default.
With Gran already wearing the gravity suit—adding another tenfold increase—the crushing pressure forced his body to hunch slightly.
"The temperature should be around fifty degrees now."
Gran sensed the heat carefully. He knew that once night fell, the temperature inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber would plummet below freezing.
Such drastic temperature fluctuations might be terrifying to others—but to Gran, they were nothing worth mentioning.
Back when he trained in the Sumī Realm of the God of Destruction's domain, he had already endured far worse.
Besides, he now possessed a divine body. This level of environmental stress wasn't even worth acknowledging.
Gran didn't rush into strength training.
He first went to check the bedroom, then walked into the kitchen.
He remembered that in the anime, when Son Goku and his son entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to prepare for Cell, they survived on instant noodles and flour.
Yet when Gran entered the kitchen, he discovered that it was fully stocked—meat, vegetables, and all kinds of ingredients were readily available.
"With food like this, and they still didn't know how to cook?"
"What a waste."
Gran couldn't help but chuckle.
Shaking his head, he pulled out a capsule from his belt.
He tossed it onto an empty space beside him. Bang!
A small cabinet appeared in the kitchen, filled with seasonings.
He would be living in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber for more than three hundred years.
If he wanted to eat well every day, his personal spices were indispensable.
After finishing his tour of the kitchen, Gran returned to the vast white world outside.
It was said that this space was as large as an entire planet, but Gran had no intention of exploring it.
It was time to train.
According to his plan, every single day he needed to complete:
One hundred thousand push-ups
One hundred thousand squats
One million punches
One million sweeping kicks
Despite already being a god, Gran's method of training remained brutally simple.
As Whis had once said—
The simpler the method, the greater the improvement.
"Then… let's begin."
Gran started with push-ups.
At this moment, he was wearing a bulky gravity suit, on top of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber's inherent tenfold gravity.
He no longer knew the exact multiplier—but he did know one thing.
Even as a god, he could barely maintain basic movement under this gravity.
A full day passed.
"99,998!"
"99,999!"
"100,000!"
After completing the hundred-thousandth push-up, Gran collapsed flat onto the ground.
His face was pale, sweat drenched his body, and the muscles in his arms twitched uncontrollably.
This kind of training reminded him of the first time he ever put on a gravity suit—
back then, it had been just as agonizing.
And just like then, he had failed to complete his full daily training quota.
But Gran wasn't anxious.
This was the physical burden imposed by the gravity suit and the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
He needed time to adapt to the current gravity level.
Only after fully adapting could true training begin.
Only when he could complete his entire daily training plan smoothly, without even a trace of exhaustion, would he be qualified to advance to the next gravity tier.
Gran rested on the ground for a while.
After recovering somewhat, he didn't continue training. Instead, he returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Tonight's meal was roasted lamb.
After devouring three whole lambs, eating his fill and drinking his fill, it was time to rest.
This was Beerus's advice to him—and Gran took it seriously.
One day passed.
Gran began his second day of training.
The gravity suit possessed regenerative properties. After one night, Gran had fully recovered, brimming with vitality.
During the new day's training, Gran could clearly feel himself adapting to the gravity.
More importantly—he could feel a subtle change in his strength.
The improvement wasn't dramatic, but its effect was obvious.
After completing one hundred thousand push-ups, he was still able to do three thousand additional squats.
Of course, even those extra three thousand squats didn't amount to one-tenth of his daily plan.
He still had a long way to go.
Soon came the third day.
Then the fourth…
One month later.
"Ha!!"
Gran threw punch after punch inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
Each strike tore through the air, generating violent shockwaves.
The gale-force winds raged across the white world.
If an ordinary person were even grazed by them, they would be reduced to nothing in an instant.
Gran paid it no mind.
His fists grew faster and faster—far beyond what the naked eye could perceive.
"999,998!"
"999,999!"
"1,000,000!"
The moment Gran threw his millionth punch, the Hyperbolic Time Chamber trembled violently.
He closed his eyes—then snapped them open.
His gaze was firm, sharp, and unwavering.
After completing the entire day's training plan, he stood there without blushing, without gasping for breath.
This was Gran's current state.
"Finally… I can move on to the next gravity tier."
Gran rolled his shoulders.
Only when one could complete a full day's training without the slightest strain could they be considered to have fully adapted to the current gravity.
Now, Gran had achieved it.
He sensed the power flowing through his body.
One month of training had strengthened him significantly.
He was only one final opportunity away from reaching the First Stage of the Divine Realm in his normal state.
Without hesitation, Gran adjusted his condition and began a new cycle of gravity adaptation training.
From this point onward, every single gravity tier would require him to reach the same standard—
completing the full regimen without even a hint of exhaustion.
Time passed in a blur.
One year later!!
BOOM!
BOOM!
The Hyperbolic Time Chamber shook violently, battered by an overwhelming force.
Gran stood at the center of the white world, incomparably powerful energy coiling around his body.
The disturbance within the chamber was caused entirely by the power radiating from him.
Thankfully, Gran was consciously restraining himself, preventing his strength from spreading across the entire space.
Suddenly
Crack!
It was the sound of shackles breaking.
Gran had broken through.
His normal-state power had already been one step away from the First Stage of the Divine Realm.
After a full year of relentless training, he finally seized the breakthrough opportunity.
At this very moment
His normal-state power officially advanced into the First Stage of the Divine Realm!!
"Three hundred and fifty-five years left."
After the breakthrough, Gran's expression remained calm.
Training had only just begun.
He immediately entered another round of cultivation.
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