Earth's Catastrophe

Planet Mesanda, a world constructed of metal.

Roland had been sitting upright on the towering metal mountain for a long time with his eyes closed. The cold wind blew through his hair, and a faint red ripple floated on his body, faintly releasing a golden light.

An imposing aura spread out, transforming into countless swirling air currents.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, "King Piccolo has finally appeared in the world. The little surprise I gave him should have left him quite devastated!"

He chuckled softly, then kept his eyes closed; the events unfolding on Earth were insignificant to him.

King Piccolo was not even worth his attention.

The most important thing now is to improve his physical level. He has a premonition that he is getting closer and closer to the Super Saiyan level. It seems that there is only a thin veil between them. Once he crosses it, he will be at a completely new level. However, this thin veil seems fragile, but sometimes it can block him for a lifetime. If he cannot cross it, he doesn't know how many years he will be suppressed.

Frankly speaking, with Roland's current fighting power, it wouldn't be particularly difficult for him to become Super Saiyan; strong emotional fluctuations would be enough to motivate him to achieve this transformation.

But he refused.

Roland didn't want to transform into Super Saiyan like Goku and Vegeta in the original story, using strong emotions to drive his transformation. Instead, he chose to cultivate until his realm was perfected, and then break through naturally. His ultimate goal was to reach a higher level. The Super Saiyan transformation, like the Golden Eyes transformation, was just a means to become stronger. If he had to take shortcuts even to achieve the Super Saiyan transformation, it would be difficult to reach a higher level.

"If one reaches the Super Saiyan level through self-training, then upon transformation, one should be able to control the form freely, which is the state Goku was in when he returned from Planet Yardrat. This starting point would be much higher, and the Super Saiyan state would inevitably be much more powerful than that of Goku and the others."

"After all, there are God of Destruction and Angel who are far stronger than Super Saiyan!"

"That can't be achieved simply by transforming."

Even if Goku achieved Super Saiyan God and Super Saiyan Blue in the original work, he was still no match for Beerus, the God of Destruction. It wasn't that his transformation strength was insufficient, but rather that he lacked the necessary level of understanding. The level of a god is a very strange state. If Roland were to continue down the path of Super Saiyan, he would essentially be copying Goku's path. While he could become stronger, his path would only become narrower and narrower, which is definitely not what he wanted to see.

Roland knew that his comprehension was decent, and he could rely on his foresight and Saiyan physique to become stronger in the early stages, but that might not work later. Therefore, laying a solid foundation now was extremely important, and he should demonstrate his advantages at the level of a god.

This is not being overly ambitious, but rather making an ambitious plan for the whole situation!

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Amidst the soft whooshing sounds of air being cut, wisps of pale golden light gradually spread. At this moment, the Red Shenron hidden in his right arm also reacted, and warm energy began to spread continuously throughout his body. Gradually, he felt his entire body become exceptionally light.

An astonishing energy surged continuously from deep within his body.

Meanwhile, Roland was striving to break through to the Super Saiyan level.

In a scorching Gobi Desert, a sweltering wind howls across the land, and clumps of tumbleweed slowly roll across the parched earth.

Under the scorching sun, three figures, leaning on wooden canes, trudged through the Gobi Desert in a disheveled state. "Emperor Pilaf, where are we? When will we be able to get out of here?"

"It should be soon."

"It's already a miracle that I managed to survive King Piccolo. I... I really regret freeing him from his seal." Pilaf leaned on his wooden staff, the scorching sun hanging overhead, evaporating the little moisture left in his body.

"It's too late to say anything now; we need to get out of the Gobi Desert as soon as possible."

"Hmm, this place looks familiar. Isn't it near our old castle?" Mai, wearing a coat, had her light red eyeshadow slightly smudged.

"Really? We're back!"

"Emperor Pilaf, let's hide here from now on. The outside world is too dangerous with King Piccolo around." Mai looked terrified. It was already a miracle that she survived this time, and she might not be so lucky in the future.

Hearing Mai's advice and recalling the danger they had just faced, Pilaf nodded. "You're right. We need to hide first. We absolutely cannot go out until King Piccolo is defeated."

"Um."

Mai and Shu nodded vigorously, and then the three of them, supporting each other, walked step by step toward a populated area.

Unbeknownst to them, while they were wandering in the Gobi Desert, the outside world was already shrouded in the terror of King Piccolo. King Piccolo returned with a vengeance, sending out a large number of the Demon Clan to hunt down martial artists all over the world. In just a few days, a large number of martial artists suffered calamities, and countless Martial Arts Dojo were wiped out by the Demon Clan.

Kame House).

Ever since learning of King Piccolo's reappearance, Master Roshi has been closely monitoring the situation outside. Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Chiaotzu have stayed with him at Kame House. Since turning over a new leaf, Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu have temporarily stayed by Master Roshi's side until King Piccolo appeared.

Bang!

Krillin slammed his fist on the table. Everyone was filled with rage as they watched the news reports on television about the deaths of countless martial artists.

"This must have been done by King Piccolo."

"It's too cruel. In just a few days, martial artists all over the world have suffered a calamity."

"I've heard Master Shen tell stories about the Great Demon King before. With our strength, we're simply not capable of defeating King Piccolo."

"The Dragon Ball have been used before, and the person who used them might be King Piccolo. Damn it, if that's the case, we don't even have a final means to restrain Daimaō."

"If only we could get in touch with Goku."

"No, we don't know where he and Bulma have gone, and we can't get through to them on the phone." Master Roshi sighed. "The only thing we can do now is go to Kami. Chi-Chi and the others are Kami's heirs, they definitely won't stand idly by. Tien Shinhan, you two go to Korin Tower together, I'll try to see if I can hold off King Piccolo."

"Master Roshi, please don't take any risks."

Tien Shinhan, seeing the determination in Master Roshi's eyes, quickly tried to stop him.

"I inherited a technique called 'Evil Containment Wave' from Master Mutaito. If we're lucky, it might be able to reseal King Piccolo." Master Roshi then explained the characteristics of the Evil Containment Wave.

When Krillin learned that using the Evil Containment Wave would cost him his life, he immediately disagreed. "Master Roshi, don't do anything foolish. Let's wait until we see Kami. We still have the Dragon Ball. In a year, we can bring all the victims back to life."

Master Roshi hesitated for a moment after hearing his disciple's words, and ultimately gave up the idea of fighting King Piccolo to the death.

"Alright, I'll teach you the 'Evil Containment Wave.' This is your last resort to defeat the enemy. Once you've learned it, leave Kame House's immediately. Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu, go to Korin Tower to find Kami. Krillin, go to West City and see if you can contact Goku or Bulma!"

"Um."

Now that was all they could do, Master Roshi began to teach Tien Shinhan and Krillin the techniques for using the "Evil Containment Wave".