Krillin's Plan

On the plaza of Kami's Lookout.

Piccolo tightened his grip on the scepter and slowly frowned.

Neba stepped forward, tracing the paths of the flowing black energy with his withered fingers from afar.

He sighed, then turned to Krillin and began explaining the secrets of the Ancient Dragon Clan.

"The Dragon Balls were never meant to be used so frequently."

Neba's shriveled lips moved as he spoke.

"The price of defying the laws of nature is absorbing Negative Energy."

"The recent expenditures were far too excessive. You forcibly obtained coordinates that spanned time and space."

"The backlash from wish power on this scale has already far exceeded Shenron's limits."

Neba paused, withdrew his hand, and looked at Piccolo and Krillin with a respectful tone.

"My lords, this old man possesses an ancient magic."

"Give this old man a few months, and I can slowly extract and purify this Negative Energy, restoring the Dragon Balls to their original state."

A few months?

Krillin stroked his chin without saying a word.

Piccolo shook his head.

He was now at the initial stage of the Dragon God realm and wielded authority from a higher dimension.

"There's no need to make it so complicated."

Piccolo raised the wooden staff in his hand, its azure gemstone emitting a soft glow.

"I can restore them right now. I only need to sort through Shenron's wish power again, and these impurities will be removed."

As he spoke, Piccolo raised his staff, preparing to tap the seven cracked stones.

"Wait."

A hand reached out and pressed down on Piccolo's wrist.

Krillin shook his head and stopped him.

"Don't rush to cleanse them."

Krillin stared at the pitch-black cracks, sensing the malicious intent emanating from within them.

"Neba is right. This Negative Energy is the backlash caused by making