King of Gods Realm

With Krillin, there were ten people in total, gathered on the lawn in the backyard of Capsule Corporation, preparing to depart.

Bulma was adjusting the straps of her tactical vest, casually stuffing three spatial Capsules of different models into her tactical pockets.

Inside them were detection instruments she had specially made for her research into alternate dimensions.

"I tested the pressure resistance of this vest in the Gravity Room. It can withstand even five hundred times Earth's gravity in the Demon Realm. It's just a little unfashionable."

Bulma patted her collar. As a genius scientist, her passion for the unknown briefly suppressed her pursuit of fashion.

Krillin stood at the front of the group.

Goku was squatting on the ground, doing leg stretches to warm up.

Vegeta stood a few steps away, arms crossed, his chin tilted at an arrogant angle.

Gohan pushed up his glasses, looking as if he were heading off for an internship.

Piccolo's face screamed "do not approach," and the oppressive Qi surrounding him made even Dende, who was nearby, afraid to breathe.

Fat Buu was stuffing large chunks of meat into his mouth, completely unfazed by the expedition to the Demon Realm.

Lansa hovered in mid-air, his expression indifferent.

Aki stood quietly behind Krillin, her green eyes only holding Krillin.

"Let's go," Krillin said.

To get to the Demon Realm, they first had to go to the King of Gods.

Krillin brought his index and middle fingers together, placed them on his forehead, and activated the King of Gods-level Instant Transmission.

King of Gods Realm.

The sky here was an eternally unchanging pinkish-blue.

There were no seasonal changes, no day or night cycles; time seemed to have lost its meaning here.

East Kaioshin Shin and his attendant Jebbit were sitting under a strangely shaped