Ball God No. 3

Paji walked at the very front of the group.

This female warrior from the Third Demon Realm Resistance, barely over a meter tall, was currently taking steps with extreme reluctance.

The heavy Magic Gun, which was taller than she was, was casually slung over her shoulder.

"We're almost there!"

Paji stopped, turned around, and scanned the group of outsiders behind her with the look of someone seeing a lunatic.

Her twin blue ponytails whipped around in the toxic wind.

"In less than twenty kilometers ahead is the edge of the Dark Sea."

"The bead you're looking for is embedded in that monster's chest."

She swallowed, her voice trembling noticeably.

"That guy is called Ball God, a truly immortal monster! Several Demon Lords in the past gathered hundreds of elites to hunt it, but they couldn't even scratch its metal hide. Instead, it smashed them into pulp with that giant hammer."

"Why don't we go back? Can we please not go to our deaths?"

Krillin stepped past Paji, casually ruffling the girl's blue hair as he did.

"You're leading the way. If the sky falls, the tall ones will catch it."

"You just need to point the way. Afterwards, Bulma has a whole box of Caramel Pudding for you."

Upon hearing the word "Caramel Pudding," Paji's resistance immediately crumbled.

She gritted her teeth, turned back around as if resigned, and continued to lead.

However, she was mentally cursing: These big brutes, who knows where they came from, really think they can challenge Ball God with the same methods they used to take down a few patrol soldiers? When that giant hammer comes down, even those delicious desserts will turn into meat patties.

The deeper they ventured towards the Dark Sea, the more the environment of the Third Demon Realm became unreasonably