Time passed in the blink of an eye.
Before they knew it, it was already the next day.
Kami's Lookout.
Ever since arriving yesterday, Piccolo had remained there, sitting cross-legged in meditation.
He was waiting—waiting for that old man, Kami Piccolo, to make his decision.
Kami Piccolo's emotions were incredibly complicated at this moment.
This idea had long taken root in his heart, but he had never had the chance to voice it.
As Earth's Kami, he knew very well what Earth needed now. It did not need a Kami in name only like him, but powerful warriors.
After a full day of contemplation, Kami Piccolo finally made up his mind.
His aged body slowly emerged from Kami's Lookout and headed toward Piccolo.
He did not have much time left anyway. Rather than die a humiliating death of old age, he would rather reunite with Piccolo and become whole again. That way, Piccolo could continue protecting Earth.
Sensing Kami Piccolo's approach, Piccolo opened his eyes and slowly turned around.
"Looks like you've thought it through." Piccolo's expression was cold, making him look nothing like someone asking Kami for a favor.
"If sacrificing myself can give Earth a better future, then this Kami's death will have been worthwhile," Kami Piccolo said earnestly.
Then he turned his gaze toward Popo beside him.
"Thank you for taking care of me all these years, Popo. From now on, Kami's Lookout will have to be maintained by you. Choose a junior suitable to become the new Kami..." Kami Piccolo told Popo.
"Kami..." Popo was overcome with sorrow. He could not bear to see Kami Piccolo leave, but he was merely a servant of Kami. He could not stop him or change anything.
"Since you've made your decision, don't waste time. Once we assimilate, you'll disappear