There is a door deep inside Kami's Lookout that even Piccolo seldom steps through.
Behind the door is a vast white spiritual space.
There is no sky, no earth, and no direction here.
Mr. Popo walked in front with small steps.
Fat Buu followed behind, his chubby body swaying.
Fat Buu looked left and right, the tentacles turning around with his head.
"Mr. Popo, it's so empty here. Buu doesn't like empty places."
Mr. Popo said in a steady voice, "Don't worry, this place will be empty soon."
The voice fell.
Countless figures emerged from the vast white space.
Fat Buu saw himself wearing a vest and with a round belly.
I saw a skinny version of myself again, with sinister eyes.
There is also a tall, burly, muscular self.
A short self who exudes pure destruction and only sees madness in his eyes.
A self wearing Martial Arts Uniform, the same model as Gohan, with a calm expression.
In the end, there was a self that was completely dark, twisted and ferocious, and entangled with an extremely evil aura.
These shadows floated quietly around, reflecting every appearance he walked through.
Fat Buu shrank back.
His voice trembled. "These... are Buu, bad Buu. Buu Don't become like this, Buu are afraid."
Mr. Popo turned around and looked at the circle of shadows. "They are not enemies, Buu. They are the ones you have walked through, all possibilities."
Fat Buu doesn't quite understand this sentence.
He stared at the dark self, with his tentacles pressed against his head.
That was him who turned black and almost destroyed the whole world.
He timidly said, "Buu will... change like that again?"
Mr. Popo did not answer immediately.
He walked up to the black shadow and raised his head.
The dark face looked down at him, lifeless.
Mr. Popo could clearly see the remaining malice in those eyes.
Mr. Popo spoke slowly and turned to look at Fat Buu: "Whether you will become bad or not does not depend on how strong you are, but on which path you choose to take in the future."
Fat Buu stood stunned.
These words swirled around in his round head, making him feel a little dizzy.
He thought of Satan, the bearded old man who always made him snacks, played with him, and treated him as a friend.
Thinking of Krillin, the man who forcibly stripped the malice out of his body.
Reminds me of Goku, Gohan, and a table full of desserts.
Fat Buu A warm light shines from the deepest part of his body.
The surrounding dark shadows were somewhat dimmed by this light.
Mr. Popo looked at that light and laughed.
"See, Buu? That's your kindness. It's always been in your body. It's been there since the day you were hatched."
Fat Buu looked down at his glowing chest, reached out to touch it, and chuckled, "It's warm."
Mr. Popo clasped his hands behind his back and took two steps. "Now, Mr. Popo wants to tell you something. About the 'devil' and what you are."
Fat Buu sat down, put his face in his hands and listened carefully.
Mr. Popo asked, "You think 'devil' means destruction and destruction, right?"
Fat Buu nodded.
Mr. Popo shook his head. "Wrong. The real 'magic' is transformation. It is reshaping chaotic things into new shapes."
Fat Buu tilted his head, his tentacles knotted. "Mr. Popo... I don't quite understand."
Mr. Popo reached out and grabbed it in the air.
He conjured up a three-layered cream cake out of thin air, with strawberries dotted on top.
Fat Buu stared at the cake and drooled. "Cake!"
Mr. Popo raised the cake a little higher and avoided Fat Buu's hand. "Don't eat it yet. Buu, tell Mr. Popo, what do you need to make the cake?"
Fat Buu took a sip. "Uh... flour? And sugar. And white, soft cream!"
Mr. Popo nodded. "Yes. Flour, sugar, and butter were originally separated and had nothing to do with each other, right?"
Fat Buu nodded vigorously.
Mr. Popo shook the cake in his hand. "But mix them together, knead the dough, stir, and bake, and it becomes a cake."
Fat Buu answered excitedly, "Yes! Cake!"
Mr. Popo handed the cake over. "This is 'magic'. Mixing different things together and turning them into a complete new thing."
Fat Buu took the cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
The cheeks are bulging so high.
As he chewed, his eyes widened.
The mess in my mind was completely sorted out by this piece of cake.
He understands.
Flour, sugar, and butter are noisy when separated, but when mixed together, they become delicious cakes.
Then the power in his body...
Fat Buu swallowed the cake in his mouth and turned to look at the circle of shadows around him.
Fat, thin, big, small, wearing glasses, dark.
They kept making noise and chaos inside his body.
He didn't know what to do with them before, so he could only let them beat around.
Now he wants to give it a try.
Fat Buu Close your eyes and sink your consciousness into your body.
He first found the remnants of Grand Kai.
This is the source of his core of kindness, which is gentle, kind and flowing quietly.
Then there is the gluttonous, gentle self.
Then there is the potential of Kid Buu, which is violent and powerful.
Finally, there is the extremely evil residue, which is suppressed at the bottom and becomes lifeless.
Fat Buu stretched out the hand of consciousness and brought them together little by little.
The process is not easy.
That bit of evil residue was the first to resist, it was hot and slippery, struggling to get away.
Kid Buu's potential is also agitated and running rampant.
Fat Buu There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his antennae were trembling.
He recalled how Satan was making snacks and muttered to himself.
"Knead the dough... be patient... don't rush..."
He no longer rejects that bit of evil.
He is no longer afraid of Kid Buu's rage.
He regarded them as particles in flour and bubbles in butter, taking them all in, kneading them into the core, and reshaping them.
The struggle of the extremely evil residue slowly subsided.
It is wrapped in the light of the core of kindness and becomes an insignificant part of the dough, and can no longer stir up waves.
Kid Buu's rage has also calmed down and been completely tamed into the core's fuel.
Four completely different forces blend, knead, and reshape in Fat Buu's body.
In the vast white mental space, Fat Buu's whole body lit up with a layer of soft pink light.
The light was warm and clean, making the surrounding dark shadows become lighter and lighter.
The shadow of fat has faded.
Thin ones, big ones, small ones, all become lighter one after another.
Buuhan who wears glasses looks faded.
Finally, the dark and ferocious blackened Buu also melted in the pink light, turning into a ray of nutrients at the core and completely integrated into the whole.
Mr. Popo stood aside, the smile on his face getting deeper and deeper.
From the day Fat Buu was engraved in the brain by Krillin, hidden dangers have always existed.
Those suppressed forces are never truly unified.
Now, Fat Buu relies on itself to knead them into a complete core.
Fat Buu slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were still so round and silly.
There is an extra sense of stability deep in the eyes.
Fat Buu stood up, patted his belly, and grinned brightly. "Mr. Popo, Buu seem to understand. They don't quarrel now, they are all together."
He raised his hand.
A wisp of pure pink Demonic Energy flows in the palm of your hand, gentle and harmonious.
This is a truly formed and pure Majin Core.
Mr. Popo walked over with small steps and nodded heavily. "Well done, Buu."
Fat Buu stared at the pink light in his palm and chuckled, "Mr. Popo, Buu is now a good Buu?"
Mr. Popo did not answer directly.
He just looked at the pure Demonic Energy flowing quietly in Fat Buu's palm, and showed a gentle smile.
The pink light shone steadily in the white mental space.