Demonized Piccolo

Sphere God No. 1 crashed through an ancient statue at the edge of the plaza before forcibly stabilizing itself amid a cloud of dust.

Piccolo did not immediately pursue.

His feet hovered three inches above the ground as he floated silently in midair.

He was savoring this transformation that was nothing short of rebirth.

The dark-purple Demon Realm energy that had once caused him unbearable agony had now become incomparably docile.

His complete, unblemished soul had thoroughly subdued it.

Piccolo could clearly sense every cell in his body greedily devouring the surrounding Demon Realm energy.

This was the very energy his ancestors had depended on to survive.

He had simply remained in the peaceful, gentle environment of the Main Universe for far too long.

The changes were visible to the naked eye.

The wounds on his body no longer needed to drain his stamina in order to heal by force.

Purple Magic Power gathered around them of its own accord, weaving bone, blood vessels, and nerves.

Those gashes deep enough to expose bone instantly healed beneath the cleansing surge of this energy from the same source.

The newly regenerated muscle gleamed with a cold, hard luster, as though it had been cast from metal.

His previously sluggish ki erupted explosively as Magic Power flooded into him like a torrent.

The Aura surrounding Piccolo had completely transformed into a blazing, purple flame-like field.

It was heavy and ancient, carrying an overbearing majesty that brooked no desecration.

In the spectator area, Bulma stared at the miniature detection terminal in her hand as it blared warnings and its screen flashed wildly. She hurriedly smacked the device casing twice.

"What is going on here?"

Bulma pushed up the goggles on her nose, speaking at a rapid pace.

"He's absorbing massive amounts of Demon Realm