Countless bones are stacked on top of each other in a morbid aesthetic, with the large skeleton acting as the foundation and the small bones accumulating on top to form a spire-shaped outline.
The height of the entire bone mountain is enough to compete with a skyscraper, and the top is flattened to form a flat platform.
There is a chair placed on the table. It is not accurate to call it a chair. It is more appropriate to call it a throne.
The throne is made of pure white bones.
The armrests are two symmetrical human bone palms.
On the top of the backrest, the skulls are arranged in a fan-shaped decoration, symmetrical and precise, with a certain twisted craftsman spirit.
Exquisite workmanship.
Even with a hint of morbid beauty.
And on that throne, there was a person sitting.
Cross your legs.
He is holding a white porcelain tea cup in his left hand and is sipping gently.
The liquid in the cup was dark red, and it was unclear whether it was black tea or something else.
Under this sunless purple sky, the color is indescribably weird.
He was wearing tight-fitting black Battle Suit, with a modified gray robe over it.
The tailoring has the shadow of King of Gods uniform, but it fits the body lines better.
The color of her hair is a very special kind of pink, with a weird sheen.
Goku froze in place.
That face, from its outline to facial features to bone structure, looked exactly like his own.
But the expression is completely different.
The face that should have had a simple and honest smile now had a cold and elegant smile.
The curvature of the corners of his mouth seemed to have been calculated, sarcastic, conceited, and also tinged with a sense of loneliness.
This expression should never appear on Goku's face.
The eyes that should have been pure black are now silver-grey, with emerald light spots slowly rotating deep in the pupils.
Krillin made the last confirmation in his heart.
Goku Black.
Pink form.
The soul of King of Gods Zamasu, the body of Saiyan Goku.
The monstrous evolution resulting from the fusion of the two.
The man on the throne put down his tea cup.
The white porcelain fell on the bone handrail, making a crisp collision sound.
He stood up with graceful movements, and the flexion and extension of each joint carried a deliberately displayed beauty.
His eyes passed over Krillin and Piccolo and fixed directly on Goku.
Then he laughed.
That smile, when used on Goku's face, produced an indescribable and strange sense of dissonance.
"Oh?"
The voice of Goku Black is also the voice of Goku.
Same voice, same timbre, but completely different way of speaking.
Goku's tone is jumpy and casual, with the roughness unique to country people.
Every word of Goku Black is like a polished bead, round and precise, with the innate dignity of King of Gods.
"This is really... an unexpected gift."
He slowly floated down from the throne, his toes pointed at the edge of the top of the bone mountain, and his long pink hair slowly fluttered in the windless air.
"Original product."
He looked at Goku and looked at Goku with Goku's own eyes, his silver-gray pupils full of amusement.
"Seeing with my own eyes that the original product I discarded is still being used... how can I put it?"
"It's like throwing an old piece of clothing into the trash that you no longer wear. After a long time, you pass by and find a homeless man who picked it up and put it on."
He tilted his head, and an extremely superior compassion appeared on his face that was exactly the same as Goku.
"To be honest, I'm glad I did that exchange."
"Look at the way you mortals are using the God's Vessel - rude, violent, and without any sense of beauty. It's a waste of natural resources."
His eyes finally moved away from Goku and scanned Krillin and Piccolo.
The moment he saw Piccolo, his brows moved slightly.
"Namekian? No - your breath is more advanced. Dragon God Bloodline? Interesting."
Finally, my eyes fell on Krillin.
His expression froze.
It only took a moment, and then he quickly regained his calm smile.
But that moment of solidification already explained a lot of things.
He could not perceive Krillin, a living, breathing life form standing in front of him, which was completely blank to his perception.
Goku Black selectively ignored this matter and turned his attention back to Goku.
"So, original."
He walked slowly down from the edge of the Bone Mountain, each step stepping on the protruding edges of the white bones, yet it was as steady as walking on flat ground.
"Are you here to ask for this body back from me? Or do you want to see with your own eyes what kind of brilliance the same container can bloom in the hands of God?"
Goku didn't speak, his lips pursed into a line.
His black eyes stared unblinking at the face across from him that was exactly like his own, staring at the disgusting narcissistic smile on his face.
"You... did this with my face?"
He slowly raised his hand, pointing to the scorched earth under his feet, to the huge pits in the distance, and to the forest behind him that had been pushed down and burned at once.
Finally, point to the throne made of countless bones at Goku Black's feet.
Goku Black looked around in the direction of his finger.
Then he showed a sincere and satisfied smile.
"Is it beautiful?"
"This is what God's judgment on mortals should look like. I have personally adjusted the placement of every bone. This Lookout--"
He opened his arms, as if inviting Goku to appreciate his work,
"--is the final destination of mortals and the only contribution they can make to God's aesthetics."
Upon hearing this, Goku's energy exploded instantly and turned into Super Saiyan 5 Form.
The transformation is completed in an instant.
The hair color turns white from the roots, and the roots stand straight.
The tail fur color of Saiyan simultaneously changes to Silver Form, standing straight up.
The pupils turned into white gold, and stars were slowly rotating in the depths.
Super Saiyan 5's power poured out without leaving any trace behind.
The moment Divine Realm's power fully unfolded, the ground beneath his feet cracked outwards with Goku as the center.
The bottom of the bone mountain began to shatter, and tons of white bones turned into powder and were swept up into the sky by air waves.
Goku Black The bone mountain at the foot shook violently, and the throne slipped from the top of the mountain and smashed into countless pieces on the halfway slope.
There was no trace of panic on his face.
On the contrary, I became even more excited.
His eyes suddenly opened wide and his pupils rotated crazily.
"Oh? What form is this? Beyond blue, beyond red... the purity of this power, this density..."
His breathing became rapid and his chest heaved violently. It was not fear, but a kind of morbid ecstasy.
"Sure enough! The potential of this body is deeper than I imagined! The original product has actually come this far!"
"Then if I continue to develop, how far can I reach?!"
Goku responded with a fist bump.
Silver Form-colored figure disappeared from the place, and when he reappeared, his fist had already reached the opponent's door.
Goku Black's pupils contracted sharply.
He instinctively turned his head to dodge, and the wind of the fist whizzed past his ears, flying away the remaining upper half of the bone mountain behind him.
Stones and bones shattered and scattered, raising a cloud of turbid smoke under the purple-red sky.
"It's so fast."
Goku Black took a few steps back to stabilize his body, and the smile on his lips grew instead of diminished.
"Sooner than I expected."