"He-El, would you be willing to take in a Namekian as your subordinate?" the Grand Elder asked solemnly.
After the last climate disaster on Planet Namek, the Grand Elder had been the only one left. It was only through great effort that he had rebuilt Planet Namek.
All the Namekians on Planet Namek now were descendants of the Grand Elder.
When he learned that He-El had come from Earth and brought news of Katas and Piccolo, he found out that there were still Namekians who had escaped to other planets in the universe.
But this also gave him much to ponder.
"?" He-El looked at the Grand Elder in confusion. Honestly, whether it was their physique and bloodline, their many complex abilities, their asexual reproduction, or their ability to create miraculous things like Dragon Balls and Shenron, Planet Namek's superiority was practically all-encompassing.
He-El himself had somewhat considered taking some Namekians as subordinates. Or rather, as long as he took in a single Namekian and let him reproduce asexually, he could directly create an entire Namekian race.
Compared to other races, the Namekians' outstanding superiority still made them one of the very best in He-El's eyes, even after he had seen so many bloodlines.
Even the carefully adjusted Kryptonian bloodline was, in some respects, less convenient and exceptional than the Namekians' abilities. In terms of utility and reproduction, without technological assistance, Krypton could not compare to the Namekian race.
When Nail first heard the Grand Elder's words, he was deeply puzzled. He wanted to ask why the Grand Elder would do such a thing—send a Namekian to become Master He-El's subordinate.
It was not because He-El was unsuitable. Nail simply felt that sending one of the Namekians away like this did not feel right.
"..." Nail merely opened his mouth,