"Invitation?"
Mr. Popo Take your hand back.
"Salama left three. It's not a random number, right?" Krillin asked.
Mr. Popo nodded.
"Give one to the successor of Dragon Laws and let him connect the broken Dragon God Bloodline of Salama."
Mr. Popo's eyes fell on Piccolo.
Piccolo held Staff without avoiding it.
"There are two left." Mr. Popo looked back at Krillin.
"Give me one. Restore Demonic Authority and recast Fourth Seal."
Krillin raised an eyebrow.
"So Salama is fine in the Divine Realm? One for Piccolo, one for you, but what about the last one?"
Mr. Popo was silent for a moment.
"The last one... I probably guessed it."
"Salama and Zhaltin had foreseen this disaster before going to the Divine Realm."
"Ancient Demon King's seal cannot last forever. Time is on its side."
"They left behind because after they went to the Divine Realm, they could not directly interfere with Lower World."
Krillin recalled the two phantoms that appeared after the aftermath of his power broke through the barrier of the universe at the end of Evil Dragon.
Those are the looks Salama and Zhaltin cast from the Divine Realm.
Can only watch.
Can't take action.
"Rule restrictions?"
Mr. Popo nodded.
"People who went to the Divine Realm can't return to this world completely. The cost is too high. So they can only make arrangements in advance."
"But I can't tell you the specific function of the last one yet."
Piccolo calmed down.
Dragon God Laws gradually subsided in his body, and the Hydrangea totem behind him also slowly faded away.
"Ancient Demon King What will be the consequences if he wakes up completely?"
Mr. Popo answered quickly, as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time.
"It is different from the opponents you have fought like Frieza, Cell, and Buu."
"Those are single targets. No matter how strong they are, there is an upper limit."
"The essence of Ancient Demon King is the negative power of Old Era."
Piccolo Staff clicks the ground, blue light flashes slightly.
"Excluded from the world? Isn't it part of the world?"
"It used to be." Mr. Popo nodded.
"But not after all Negative Energy converged on him."
"It is naturally incompatible with the rules of the world."
"Then how did you three win in the Divine Era era?"
Mr. Popo's expression softened slightly.
That's the expression I get when I'm remembering my comrades.
"Dragon Laws, Will of Martial Arts, Pure Majin Core."
"These three origins do not belong to any of the old or new eras."
"They are the bridge connecting the new Old Era and the lowest cornerstone of the world."
"Back then, the three of us used the origin Laws we were in charge of to weave a web and barely managed to trap it."
Mr. Popo's eyes moved between Krillin and Piccolo.
"Now, Will of Martial Arts is on you."
Looking at Krillin.
"Dragon Laws is on you."
Looking at Piccolo.
"And the best carrier for Pure Majin Core--"
Mr. Popo looked past several people and looked in the direction of West City in the distance.
Krillin connected.
"Fat Buu."
Mr. Popo nodded.
"Buu's essence is a demon. After purification, the core of kindness in his body is the closest thing to the origin of a pure demon in the world."
"But he doesn't know it himself and doesn't know how to use it."
Krillin immediately thought of the Evil Origin residue that had been sealed and purified by himself in Buu, as well as the special structure formed after Good Buu swallowed Kid Buu.
The pile of things was disposed of very cleanly at that time.
Buu's current state is like a fine knife with a sharp edge, but the person holding the knife never knows how to wield it.
He only knows how to turn his enemies into candy and eat them.
Krillin looked at Mr. Popo.
"You want to teach him?"
Mr. Popo is sitting at the stone table.
This action was so routine that several people almost forgot that the person in front of them had just revealed himself to be the ancient demon master.
"You are going to Super Space-Time Training."
"Leave Buu in Kami's Lookout."
"I'll teach him."
"What I taught him was the understanding of the origin of the devil."
"He has the power. He doesn't understand."
Krillin thinks it makes sense.
The combat power of Fat Buu is close to that of Super Saiyan 4 Peak, and the full potential of Evil Buu after being devoured is still sealed in his body.
What is lacking is not hard power, but the awareness of one's own strength.
It would be perfect to let Mr. Popo teach you.
The ancient demon master teaches the younger generation step by step the essence of Majin Core.
There is no second set of this configuration in any universe.
"Okay." Krillin agreed simply.
"The team will set off in three days, and Buu will be handed over to you."
Piccolo seemed to have something to say, but after taking a look at Mr. Popo's expression, he stopped.
Krillin Pick up the two Third Eye of the Demon Realm in the palm of your hand.
"Put these two here with you first?"
Mr. Popo shook his head.
"It's not the time yet."
"Recovering power too early will awaken the evil will within the seal."
"Wait until your special training is over, and wait until Buu awakens the origin of the devil."
"We'll use it then."
Krillin takes the two Third Eye of the Demon Realm back into the Hyperspace ring.
"Are you sure you can wait?"
Mr. Popo picked up the already cool tea cup on the stone table and took a sip of cold tea.
"I've been waiting for hundreds of millions of years."
"It won't matter if you wait a little longer."
Krillin looked at Mr. Popo's gesture of raising a glass.
He has a short body, black skin, and a straight white turban.
Overlapping with the figure who held the seal of the Three Realms and guarded the world hundreds of millions of years ago.
And overlapped with the servant who was quietly drinking cold tea at the moment.
Exactly the same.
Krillin suddenly understood something.
Mr. Popo is not playing the role of a servant.
Guarding itself is the lifestyle he chooses.
Hundreds of millions of years ago, he gave up ascension and stayed to guard the seal. There is essentially no difference between him serving tea and sweeping the floor to Old Kami now.
They are all protecting things he thinks are worth protecting.
Krillin reached out his hand.
Mr. Popo looked up at him.
"Three days later, I will send Buu." Krillin said.
"Just concentrate on teaching him."
"I'll take care of other things."
Mr. Popo stared at Krillin's outstretched hand.
Hundreds of millions of years have settled in those deep round eyes.
He put down the tea cup.
Reach out and hold it.
The touch in the palm of my hand was unexpectedly warm.
Mr. Popo nodded.
"Okay."
Krillin let go and turned around to greet Vomi and Ailins.
"Let's go, go back to West City."
Vomi Follow up.
When passing by Mr. Popo, she stopped for a step and bowed slightly.
"Mr. Popo, excuse me."
Mr. Popo nodded to her.
"Your Good Majin Cells is very stable."
"Take good care of yourself."
Vomi smiled and followed Krillin quickly.
Ailins walked a little slower when he came over.
She stood in front of Mr. Popo and looked at him with complicated amber eyes for a long time.
"Primordial Sovereign."
Mr. Popo accepted this title calmly.
"Just call me Mr. Popo."
Ailins opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.
Finally she whispered.
"Demon Realm's juniors... don't know you exist."
Mr. Popo picked up the teacup.
"No need to know."
"They just have to go their own way."
Ailins looked at him steadily, then turned around and chased Krillin.
Silver Form's long hair was fluttering in the wind, and the silver light on the mask flashed past.
Piccolo stood still and didn't move.
Staff tap the ground gently and make a crisp sound.
"Mr. Popo."
Mr. Popo looks up.
"I'll make tea later." Piccolo's voice lost its usual coldness.
"I can drink."
Mr. Popo's round eyes are curved.
"Okay."
Krillin stopped at the edge of Kami's Lookout and looked back for one last look.
Mr. Popo is squatting beside the stone table, sorting out the tea tray.
The cups were rearranged so that the handles faced the same direction.
Just like every day for hundreds of millions of years.
Krillin looked away.
The space door tore open in front of us, and West City sunlight poured in from the crack.
He took Vomi and Ailins and stepped into the light.
Behind him, Kami's Lookout returned to its usual silence.
Mr. Popo walked towards the kitchen carrying the tea tray.
It's time to replace the cold tea with a pot of hot tea.