You Don't Seem Like Much!

"R-Rice Cooker!!" King Piccolo's gaze landed on that familiar, nightmare-inducing object, and he was instantly scared out of his wits. His massive frame trembled uncontrollably, his voice quivering, "C-Could it be... is this... that..."

"You should still remember, long ago, how Master Mutaito sealed you into a Rice Cooker like this, right?!" Master Roshi's beard and hair bristled as he let out a deafening roar with all his might, his voice filled with righteous fury and unyielding resolve, "History will repeat itself! This time, you still can't escape the miserable fate of being sealed!"

"Ahhh—No!!!"

King Piccolo was genuinely terrified. A fear rooted deep in his soul overwhelmed all his arrogance and rage.

In that moment, King Piccolo could no longer care about the dignity of a Demon King. Letting out a piercing scream, he erupted with energy, hastily launching into the air like a startled giant bird, desperate to flee this place that was about to become his prison once more!

"Ma—fu—ba!"

Master Roshi's eyes blazed as he locked onto the green figure trying to escape midair. His hands traced arcane patterns before his chest, his ki surging like boiling water, gathering in his palms as he prepared to unleash this life-staking sealing technique!

"Old man! Don't do something stupid!"

At the critical moment, a figure rushed over at a speed beyond visual perception!

It was Broly!

Broly's face carried a hint of urgency, completely ignoring the terrifying energy gathering. His hand shot out like lightning, precisely grabbing the back of Master Roshi's poised head, then mercilessly shoved it downward!

"Bam!"

With a dull, heavy crash, Master Roshi's aged face met the solid ground in an unyielding, intimate collision.

The immense impact even left a clear, human-shaped shallow crater in the earth, dust faintly rising.

Master Roshi: "..."

For a moment, Master Roshi felt like his old back was about to snap, his head ringing, stars dancing before his eyes.

Lying in the crater, Master Roshi's composure nearly shattered into a thousand pieces.

This ungrateful grandson...

This damn brat...

Master Roshi let out a silent roar in his heart.

If I hadn't raised you from a pup with all my effort...

I'd really suspect you were a spy Piccolo planted by my side!

You actually... actually came over to hit me at a time like this?!

"Bam!"

After successfully subduing Master Roshi to the ground, Broly didn't pause for a moment. He immediately spun around, dashed to the Rice Cooker with its seal, raised his foot, and stomped down!

"Crack—smash!"

That Rice Cooker, carrying the only hope, shattered like a fragile eggshell, not lasting even a second. Fragments flew everywhere, and the mysterious seal on it lost all its luster in that instant.

Having done this, Broly seemed to have accomplished something incredibly significant, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

Broly dusted off his hands, his face returning to that detached, peaceful expression.

Then, as if by magic, Broly pulled out a greasy, fragrant chicken leg from somewhere, took a big, satisfying bite, and chewed away as if no one else was around.

Nearby, Tien Shinhan, who had just been freed from mental control but was half-unconscious from severe injuries, happened to witness this baffling scene.

Tien Shinhan's three eyes went wide, nearly popping out of their sockets, his inner shock beyond words.

Broly!

What the hell are you doing?!

That's Master Roshi, the one who raised you, your grandfather!

How could you even hit him?

Which side are you on?!

Overwhelmed by extreme confusion and physical weakness, Tien Shinhan's vision finally went dark, and he lost consciousness completely.

Master Roshi struggled, lifting his head with difficulty from the human-shaped dirt crater, his forehead smeared with mud and grass clippings.

The next moment, Master Roshi stared blankly at the pile of Rice Cooker fragments on the ground.

It felt like not just the sky had fallen...

But his persistence and hope had shattered along with it.

That was my only sealed Rice Cooker...

The last resort I painstakingly prepared for a situation like this...

And you... you just casually destroyed it with one kick?

Boundless despair instantly drowned Master Roshi's heart.

It's all over now!

This world is truly going to fall under that demon's control!

Chiaotzu quietly wiped the cold sweat trickling down his forehead with his sleeve, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably, his small head filled with huge question marks.

Why did things turn out like this?

That Broly... wasn't he on our side?

Wasn't he here to help?

And King Piccolo, already soaring midair, after his initial desperate flight, sensed no trace of that terrifying energy fluctuation from below. He couldn't help stealing a quick glance downward.

At that glance, King Piccolo froze at first, then an indescribable ecstasy erupted like a volcano in his chest, nearly making him burst into laughter.

King Piccolo felt happiness had come too suddenly.

That young man... who was he?

A bizarre expression twisted across King Piccolo's green face—a contorted grin blending surprise, confusion, and sheer joy.

I get it!

He must have seen that I, King Piccolo, am the true ruler of this world, and wants to pledge himself to my command, right?

That's why he struck at the critical moment, knocked out that meddling old man, and stopped him from using that damned Evil Containment Wave!

Not only that, he even considerately destroyed that accursed Rice Cooker!

Truly... truly knows which way the wind blows!

Convinced he'd figured out the key, King Piccolo felt an unprecedented surge of confidence flooding his body. The thought of fleeing in disgrace was instantly tossed to the winds.

Why keep running?

The danger was gone!

"Slap!"

King Piccolo halted his rapid ascent, descended from the sky with the poise and arrogance of a victor, like a monarch returning to his domain, and landed steadily right in front of Broly, who was gnawing on a chicken leg with grease smeared all over his mouth.

"Kid, you're pretty sharp!" King Piccolo tried to make his tone sound genial, but his snake-like eyes still glinted with cruelty. He raised a green thumb at Broly and spoke in a condescending tone, "Not bad, very not bad! You made the right choice at the right moment and did me a huge favor! Since you're so sensible, I might make an exception and take you on as my personal underling! From now on, the glorious tasks of cleaning my throne and massaging my legs will all be yours!"

Broly stopped chewing, lifted his eyelids, and scrutinized King Piccolo from head to toe without a shred of respect.

After a few seconds of looking.

Broly furrowed his brows slightly and muttered with a hint of genuine confusion: "You look... not all that impressive... feels like... you're pretty weak."