I, Shadao, Am Back!

"Why?" Shadao's expression was questioning.

"You really have no brains. Dirt Clod Star is currently controlled by King Cold. We don't know the specific situation on Dirt Clod Star right now. Rushing in would be suicide!" Krillin said, looking at Shadao with disappointment.

Krillin thought, looking at this seemingly smart kid, his intelligence was truly worrying.

"Oh, oh!" Shadao showed a look of sudden realization, then lowered his head and searched the virtual screen for information on desolate planets.

"Lord Krillin, there's a desolate planet 500 light-years away from Dirt Clod Star that should fit your objective. Here's the basic information," Shadao said earnestly, pointing to the information on the virtual screen.

Krillin looked at the information on the virtual screen. It was an unnamed planet. The data showed it was a white dwarf star left behind after a supernova explosion. It had no atmosphere and the environment was extremely harsh.

"This is it. Shadao, land on this planet."

"Yes, Lord Krillin." With that, Shadao entered the pilot mode. Since this planet had no atmosphere, the spaceship's landing was quite smooth.

"Boom!" The spaceship had landed on the unnamed star.

Krillin had his reasons for landing here. Within a star system, his Instant Transmission could be useful. If they encountered a strong enemy, he could quickly escape with Shadao, the simpleton.

"What do we do now? How do we get there?" Shadao asked, confused.

Krillin smiled mysteriously, "Get ready, you'll know soon."

Krillin took out a box of portable capsules containing daily necessities, including Senzu Beans.

"Hold on tight. If you lose your grip and fall into a spatial vortex, it'll be troublesome," Krillin teased the nervous Shadao.

Hearing this, Shadao seemed even more scared. He tightly grabbed Krillin's arm, showing no intention of letting go.

"Just kidding, don't be so tense. It's just going home. Let's go." With that, Krillin activated his Instant Transmission, and the figures of Krillin and Shadao disappeared from their spot.

Five hundred light-years away, on a yellowish planet, two figures suddenly appeared.

Krillin looked at the desolate landscape before him. Dirt Clod Star was somewhat similar to the Gobi Desert from his previous life.

Shadao still seemed surprised by what had just happened, but then he saw the scene he had dreamed of day and night: coarse sand and gravel, strangely shaped desert stones, and ephedra swaying in the yellow wind. Shadao couldn't help but shed tears. This was the scene from his dreams. After more than two hundred years, he was finally back. At this moment, Shadao couldn't help but let out a loud cry: "I, Shadao, am back!"

Krillin hit Shadao hard on the head, "What are you yelling about? If we expose ourselves later, I'll beat you to death."

It was always right to remain cautious in an unfamiliar place. Surviving until the end was the true victory.

Shadao shrunk his head and gave an embarrassed smile, "I just got home, I couldn't help myself."

Krillin had only given a slight reminder. Aliens couldn't sense their presence unless they actively revealed themselves. In other words, if Krillin and Shadao didn't expose themselves, the aliens wouldn't be able to find them.

Krillin slowly closed his eyes and began to sense the aura of the aliens on the planet. After a long while, Krillin opened his eyes and smiled mysteriously, "The highest Battle Power on this planet is around ten thousand. There's no danger."

"How did Lord Krillin know?" Shadao asked Krillin again.

"Close your eyes and try to sense the aura yourself," Krillin said impatiently.

"Yes, Lord Krillin." Shadao quickly closed his eyes to sense the aura.

Shadao's current Battle Power was one thousand, which was considered a small fighting force in the universe. Shadao's aura spread outwards from his body. Suddenly, Shadao gasped for air, his eyes filled with terror, and a few drops of sweat dripped from his forehead. The aura of the alien with ten thousand Battle Power felt like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing this, Krillin smiled slightly, "Hurry up and rescue your people."

Shadao's face showed gratitude, and he nodded vigorously at Krillin.

Ten thousand miles to the southeast, a dilapidated mine was piled high with black rocks. A group of two-meter-tall people walked laboriously in the area. Their two-meter-tall bodies were dark and thin. Apart from completing their daily quota of work, they had no remaining strength to rebel. The miners' eyes were dull and lifeless.

Not feeding slaves enough seemed to be a common tactic for all slave owners. Because they weren't fed enough, the slaves' minds were mostly occupied with how to get a little more food each day. With such thoughts, how could they even consider escaping?

Seeing the scene before him, Krillin sighed slightly. It was survival of the fittest. In the universe, this was called alien slavery.

Shadao looked at his people, his eyes reddening. In his memory, the exploitation by the aliens was not this severe at first. Was it because of his escape that his people were implicated? Shadao felt a pang of regret.

Shadao glanced at Krillin, as if asking if he could act.

Krillin nodded sternly at Shadao.

Seeing this, Shadao leaped into the center of the mining area.

Krillin then added sternly, "Teach them a good lesson." Krillin didn't plan to act himself for now. The guards of the miners were just some low-level thugs with around 500 Battle Power. It was a good opportunity to test Shadao's training over the past month.

A miner was walking with great effort when suddenly a figure landed beside him. The old man looked up, but even that seemed to take the last of his strength. He couldn't support himself and fell backward.

Shadao quickly stepped forward to support the old man and gave him a little water from his pocket.

Slowly, the old man opened his eyes. His eyes were somewhat cloudy. Looking at his fellow tribesman before him, the old man was surprised and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Shadao, your tribesman. I've come specifically to rescue you today," Shadao said with some pain.

"You foolish child! These invaders are too powerful. A hundred years ago, King of Dirt Clod led us to rise up, and his personal guard defeated the invaders. But just as we were reveling in the joy of peace, even more evil forces descended. In an instant, King of Dirt Clod's personal guard was annihilated. Then, the aliens killed King of Dirt Clod and hung his head on the Dirt Clod Divine Pillar." The old man seemed to recall that day and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"It's okay, I'm a powerful warrior now too," Shadao said confidently, patting his chest. In reality, Shadao had full confidence in Krillin.

"You have no idea of the power of those evil forces. King of Dirt Clod's personal guard was very strong, but they died without even lasting a breath in front of those aliens. Child, listen to me and flee quickly. Our Dirt Clod Star cannot be destroyed. Its civilization must continue through you. Hurry and escape!" the old man said, trembling.

The old man seemed to suddenly think of something and said excitedly, "Yes, go find the Galactic Organization. The Galactic Organization maintains peace in the universe. The Galactic Organization will surely be able to save us." The old man grabbed Shadao's hand and repeated himself.