Makinos had thought the legendary Dragon Ball would grant him eternal life or supreme power, enough to place him above all things and make him an immortal being.
Yet now, he could only watch helplessly as his fantasies burst like bubbles. The Dragon Ball had instead become the death warrant driving him into the abyss.
His eyes were wide, his pupils reflecting nothing but terror and despair.
It was a profound fear of death, despair at losing all his power, glory, and life.
His voice trembled as he begged through tears, "Don't... don't kill me! The Dragon Ball... I can give it to you... Just spare me... I'm willing to give you everything!"
Ivan Vanko sat before the screens in the control room, coldly watching the scene. His face was as stern as a sculpture, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
In his eyes, whether humans or Vampires, they were merely pieces on a chessboard. He was the player controlling the whole game and plotting every move.
He spoke slowly, his voice icy enough to freeze everything. "Throw the Dragon Ball over, then you can get lost."
Upon hearing this, Makinos's face instantly showed the relief of a condemned man who had received a pardon.
He hurriedly tossed the Dragon Ball high into the air. The orb containing mysterious power traced a graceful arc through the sky, glinting with an enticing light.
Then he scrambled backward, terrified that moving even half a beat too slowly would bring down Ivan Vanko's next barrage.
The Dragon Ball landed steadily in the spot Ivan Vanko had indicated, continuing to glimmer with a mysterious light, as if recounting the countless legends and conflicts it had witnessed.
Ivan Vanko gave a faint smile and ordered the Intelligent Humanoid beside him to retrieve the Dragon Ball.