Shenron Is Not to Be Trifled With

"Dragon Ball has a supervisor?" King Piccolo's eyes were bloodshot as he turned and glared fiercely at Pilaf and the others.

Pilaf was dumbfounded, his throat dry. "I... I don't know, it's never been mentioned in the documents."

"But this demon king's wish cannot be fulfilled."

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. King Piccolo was filled with anticipation, hoping that Shenron could restore his youth, but now Shenron had rejected his wish, not because he was unable to grant it, but because he wouldn't allow it. Without a healthy body and peak physique, how could he conquer the world?

At this moment, King Piccolo was filled with resentment towards the so-called regulator, Roland.

"How about I give it a try?" Pilaf trembled under King Piccolo's chilling aura, fearing he might kill them if he was in a bad mood. King Piccolo raised an eyebrow, and a pterosaur-like, Sharp-Beaked Demon beside him said, "Go. You'd better satisfy the Demon King, or you'll be dead."

"Gulp~" Pilaf swallowed hard, feeling dejected as he walked with Mai and the others to the Shenron.

Gazing at the majestic Shenron in mid-air, they prayed that their wish would come true, otherwise they would be in big trouble. "Shenron, please, please restore King Piccolo's youth!"

"Wishes are not permitted."

"..." Pilaf shuddered. "Let King Piccolo rule the world."

"Wishes are not permitted."

With a gritted teeth.

"I want 100 million in cash!"

"Can."

Splash splash~~

A mountain of cash rained down from the sky, quickly piling up in front of Pilaf. Staring at the mountain of money, Pilaf froze, wanting to slap himself. How could this wish be granted! His face stiff, he said to the King Piccolo, "Great Demon King, Shenron can grant wishes."

"I know."

King Piccolo, roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "It alone refused my wish! What use is such Shenron?!"

After saying that, he condensed a Ki Blast in his hand, which emitted violent energy fluctuations, and aimed the energy at the Shenron in the sky, as if he wanted to destroy the Shenron. Pilaf saw this and quickly stopped him.

"Wait, there's one more wish, one that can definitely come true."

"..."

King Piccolo withdrew his hand, aimed his Ki Blast at Pilaf and the others, his wrinkled face revealing cruelty, his voice chilling. "I'm giving you one last chance. If Shenron still can't grant my wish, I'll send you all to Hell with Shenron."

"It definitely can, it definitely can."

Pilaf was terrified, his face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Oh no! If I had known King Piccolo so ferocious, I shouldn't have pulled him out of the deep sea. It's too late to say anything now.

"Emperor Pilaf, what should we do?" Mai's voice trembled.

"The Great Demon King will kill us."

"Now we can only pin our hopes on the Shenron."

Pilaf glanced at his two underlings, his face hardening, and shouted at the Shenron, "Shenron, my second wish is to take us away from the Great Demon King..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than King Piccolo sensed something was wrong, and his expression changed drastically.

Damn it!

Enraged that these guys actually wanted to escape using the Shenron, he unleashed a Ki Blast from his hand, a powerful attack aimed directly at Pilaf and his group. With a deafening roar, a massive fireball rose from the spot, the astonishing energy whipping up a gale that bent trees within a fifty-meter radius.

Pilaf and his two companions were immediately engulfed in the raging flames of energy.

They quickly disappeared from sight.

"Great Demon King, are they dead?" asked the Sharp-Beaked Demon beside him.

King Piccolo's face turned ashen, and he said angrily, "I don't know, they might have escaped."

Just then, the Red Shenron in the sky lowered its head and said from above, "Both of your wishes have been granted. Farewell!"

Did I give you permission to leave?

King Piccolo roared furiously at Shenron, venting all his anger. With a roar, a straight energy wave shot out from his mouth and headed straight for Shenron. However, when the energy wave was only a few meters away from Shenron, a powerful pressure suddenly poured down from the sky.

With a loud pop, the shockwave containing immense energy seemed to hit an invisible wall of air, instantly turning into sparse mist and disappearing. Then, the rolling momentum pressed down, and the entire space seemed to freeze.

"What?"

King Piccolo's expression changed drastically. Heavy pressure was applied to him, his bones cracking and popping, and he was pressed directly to the ground.

"Stop being so rude! If this happens again, you will be executed!"

The Red Shenron glanced at King Piccolo with its majestic eyes, its booming voice echoing in the air. That casual glance seemed to be etched into the depths of one's soul, and the pressure of a superior Dragon Clan made one's soul tremble.

After a while, the sky brightened again, and the Shenron's figure had completely disappeared, but the shock that everything had brought to King Piccolo was still overwhelming.

"The powerful Dragon Clan! Who exactly created the Dragon Ball? Why are they so terrifying?!"

King Piccolo, his face ashen, scrambled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot. At that moment, he began to doubt his ability to rule the world. That seemingly casual glance from earlier had given him a clear advantage; King Piccolo knew that if Shenron truly wanted to kill him, it would be an easy task.

If such a master truly existed in the world, his ambition to rule the world would likely be thwarted.

"Could it be Kami? No, Kami doesn't have that kind of power. Perhaps it's a higher-level deity..." King Piccolo's expression shifted between light and dark. After a long while, he sighed in frustration. His body was already very old, and even if he ruled the world, he wouldn't have much time left.

Perhaps he should have left himself a backup plan.

"Great Demon King... should we still carry out our plan?" The Duck-Beaked Demon quickly helped up King Piccolo.

King Piccolo's eyes flashed with a cold light. "Proceed as planned. Let Tambourine and Cymbal continue hunting down martial artists on Earth... I want to plunge the entire world into the fear of the Demon Clan rule. Also, find a safe place where I will place my true offspring."

"Great Demon King, doing this will greatly deplete your life force."

The Sharp-Beaked Demon was greatly surprised. Demon Clan like Tambourine and Cymbal were merely manifestations of King Piccolo's power. Creating such Demon Clan would at most consume some physical strength, but offspring were different. They needed to be nurtured with souls and lives. If King Piccolo did this, it would greatly deplete his already limited lifespan.

"Don't worry, that offspring won't truly be born until I, the Demon King, die." King Piccolo waved his hand to stop his subordinates from continuing. In truth, after witnessing the power of the Shenron, he felt a strong sense of unease.

Seeing that the Great Demon King was determined, the Sharp-Beaked Demon no longer tried to stop him. "Great Demon King, rest assured, your subordinate will find a safe place."

"Um."

King Piccolo hummed in agreement, his body floated up, and he returned to the large spaceship in the sky. He then sat on the enormous, bone-like seat, his hands gripping the seat, and gradually fell into deep thought.