Piccolo's Third Eye

A violent wind spiraled across the vast dark-metal plaza, scattering the black smoke rising from the wreckage of Sphere God No. 1.

Piccolo stood where he was, his breathing steady.

He lowered his head and looked at the Third Eye of the Demon Realm resting in his palm.

This was the first time he had held it in his hand, and the thing felt utterly disgusting.

The surface of its purplish-brown sclera was covered in viscous fluid.

The clusters of blood-red nerves at its base resembled dozens of tiny venomous snakes, twisting and contracting frantically as they tried to pierce the skin of Piccolo's palm with their tips and burrow into his flesh.

It was cold, restless, and carried a savage demonic aura that made one's scalp tingle.

If it had been Earth's Kami, he would have blasted such an evil thing to dust with a Special Beam Cannon without a second thought.

But this was an orthodox Sacred Artifact left behind by the ancient Dragon Clan.

Piccolo could clearly hear an ancient frequency emanating from the eyeball.

It was calling out, seeking a perfect host capable of bearing its boundless power.

Every drop of green blood in his body was boiling at the approach of this eyeball.

"Come on. Let me see just how much power you've got hidden away."

Without the slightest hesitation, Piccolo raised his right hand, aimed at the center of his forehead, and viciously pressed the purplish-brown eyeball down.

The instant they made contact, the Third Eye of the Demon Realm, which had been as hard as icy jade, instantly turned into a mass of viscous purple liquid radiating intense heat the moment it touched Piccolo's forehead.

As if it possessed an independent will, the substance instantly melted through the skin and skull of Piccolo's