Returning to Earth

At the bottommost layer of the Demon Realm lay a bottomless abyss.

It never saw daylight year-round, and dark, deathly energy so dense that even high-ranking demons dared not approach lingered there constantly.

Within that pitch-black gloom, two enormous, terrifying eyelids slowly opened, revealing a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes.

"Clank—clatter—"

The crisp rattling of chains echoed back and forth through the empty depths of the abyss.

The terrifying divine power of one hundred and fifty dimensions that Krillin had just unleashed pierced through countless layers of spatial barriers and seeped into this forbidden land as well.

The chains binding that ancient existence had endured the ravages of countless eras, yet remained incomparably tough even now.

He had not fully awakened.

In his long slumber, he had merely instinctively shifted at the sudden stimulus, exhaling a heavy breath through his nostrils.

Entire ranges of rocky mountains on the surface collapsed, rivers of lava changed course—it was practically the end of the world.

Far away, inside the Dragon Clan Shrine of the Second Demon Realm.

Krillin had been fiddling with the belt of his newly changed Martial Arts Uniform when his movements stopped.

He turned his head, his gaze passing beyond the shrine's shattered dome toward the First Demon Realm.

Something had emitted an extremely subtle fluctuation in that brief instant.

That fluctuation was immensely oppressive, yet carried an ancient desolation that stood above all things.

Krillin rubbed his bald head and ran through the original Dragon Balls story over and over in his mind.

The Majin Buu saga, Battle of Gods, Resurrection 'F', the Tournament of Power, the Moro saga, the Granolah saga...

Not a single clue matched the fluctuation from below.

This godforsaken place is hiding some ancient monster that even Akira Toriyama never drew? Krillin grumbled inwardly.

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