Obsidian Planet

"Turles, why did you shut down the Gravity Chamber?" Paragus stormed into the spaceship's control room, his face flushed with anger as he demanded an explanation from Turles.

Turles waved his hand, signaling for Karl to leave first.

Once Karl had exited the control room and closed the door, Turles strolled leisurely over to Paragus, fixing him with a calm, steady gaze.

Under Turles's stare, Paragus gradually quieted down, his eyes beginning to dart around uncertainly.

Why is this guy getting more and more terrifying? Paragus thought to himself.

After Paragus had settled down, Turles spoke in a calm tone: "Paragus, although we are allies in the revival of the Saiyans, and I have agreed to support your bid to become the new King of the Saiyans, however," he paused for a moment before continuing, "I expect at least a modicum of respect from you. After all, my current strength surpasses yours, and for Saiyans, strength is everything!"

"Do you understand?"

Paragus's face cycled through shades of green and red, looking exceptionally unsightly, but in the end, he lowered his head and muttered, "I... I understand!"

Turles knew that Paragus was dissatisfied, but he didn't care. As long as his own strength was sufficient, certain things could be overlooked. However, since Paragus was Broly's father, after giving him a stern reminder, Turles explained: "Karl reported that our journey will be essentially over in three days. We will officially enter the Galactic Center in three days, so I had him shut down the Gravity Chamber to prioritize power for the propulsion systems. So, do you still have any questions?"

"Is that true? That's wonderful!" Upon hearing Turles's explanation, Paragus, though still harboring some resentment, happily confirmed the news with him.

Having received confirmation from Turles, Paragus seemed to cast aside his dissatisfaction entirely and left the control room, full of excitement.

The moment he stepped outside, the excitement on Paragus's face vanished instantly, and a flicker of jealousy and hatred flashed through his gloomy eyes.

Turles naturally couldn't guess what was on Paragus's mind; he didn't have telepathy, and even if he had guessed, he likely wouldn't have cared.

Two days later, Turles and his group arrived at their destination a day ahead of schedule. Looking at the bustling interstellar port before them, everyone felt a surge of excitement.

"Obsidian Planet, a completely neutral commercial world. It is also the only legal planet at the intersection of the Galactic Center and the North Galaxy. It is under the joint protection of the Galactic Patrol, the Galactic Mercenary Alliance, and the Galactic Business Alliance. This has led to a level of prosperity on Obsidian Planet that far exceeds that of a typical commercial world. Countless ships pass through the port every day, and no one knows how many powerhouses are hidden among them!"

Jaco, acting as the local guide, introduced the massive planet to the group.

"Indeed, there are at least double-digit numbers of powerhouses here with combat power exceeding 100,000!" Turles affirmed.

Jaco glanced at Turles in surprise before continuing, "We will part ways here. I need to purchase a ship on Obsidian Planet before returning to the Galactic Patrol headquarters. If you aren't in a hurry, you can stay on this planet for half a month. I will come back to find you in fifteen days."

"Fine!"

After landing at the interstellar port, Turles and his group parted ways with Jaco and Tights. Jaco went to find the Galactic Patrol's local station on Obsidian Planet, while Turles and the others decided to explore the city.

Having agreed on a time to meet, they went their separate ways. Turles had originally intended to explore alone, but Broly wanted to follow him. After a moment's thought, Turles nodded in agreement. And so, Turles and Broly began their tour together.

Obsidian Planet truly lived up to its reputation as a commercial hub. The entire planet was steeped in a thick atmosphere of trade. Commercial districts were everywhere, selling a dizzying array of goods—from entire planets to slave trading, you could find anything you wanted here.

Walking along the bustling streets, one could see all sorts of extraterrestrial beings: some with octopus heads, others over five meters tall like miniature giants. Turles even saw a pig being carried in a sedan chair, which was a real eye-opener for him!

Suddenly, a burst of cheering caught Turles's attention. He looked over and discovered it was coming from behind a massive white building. In his perception, a large number of high-combat-power individuals were gathered behind the structure.

Turles beckoned for Broly to follow and headed toward the building.

Arriving at the entrance, a massive light screen displayed several characters in the universal language: Universal Mercenary Arena!

Seeing this, Turles immediately became interested. Since it was an arena, there would certainly be no shortage of combat. As a Saiyan, there was no way he would miss out on that.

Just as he stepped through the main gate, waves of deafening noise began to wash over him.

"Kill him!"

"Counterattack, counterattack!"

"You idiot, get up! Get up right now, I put my money on you!"

"..."

With the constant shouting and cheering, Turles finally saw the scene behind the doors clearly.

A massive blue energy barrier, shaped like a giant bowl turned upside down, covered the ground. A field with a radius of nearly 10 kilometers was enclosed within, and two aliens were currently fighting inside.

One of them had green skin, and his arms were not like those of a normal human; instead, they resembled the forelegs of a mantis, like two giant blades. The other individual, however, surprised Turles greatly: it was a Namekian. The Namekian had already fallen to the ground, his right arm severed at the shoulder, with purple blood flowing out continuously.

As far as Turles knew, the Namekian population had dwindled significantly after a natural disaster over three hundred years ago. Aside from the group produced through asexual reproduction by the Great Elder on Namek, Namekians in the universe were nearly extinct. Other than the Guardian of Earth and a nearly senile Super Namekian named Slug, the next time a Namekian had appeared was during the tournament against Universe 6.

He hadn't expected to find a Namekian here. Then again, the universe was vast; it was possible there were descendants who had fled Namek long ago, much like the Guardian of Earth.

Turles wasn't worried about the Namekian in the arena. Based on his sensing, the Namekian's combat power was a full 10,000, while the mantis-man's was only a little over 8,000. He could at least hold his own.

Furthermore, Namekians possessed a special ability.

At that moment, the situation on the field changed. The Namekian suddenly stood up, and amidst a series of roars, his severed arm began to regenerate from the stump.

Everyone in the arena was shocked by this reversal, and those who were well-informed had already recognized his identity.

However, this technique was not without its limits for a Namekian. As the arm regenerated, the Namekian began to pant heavily, and the aura he radiated dropped sharply.

The regenerated Namekian clashed with the mantis-man once more. With their intense movements and the energy blasts flying past, it was no wonder the crowd in the stands was cheering so wildly!

It was clear that this Namekian had extensive combat experience; he must have been careless earlier. Now that he was serious, he directly suppressed the mantis-man. In less than half an hour, the Namekian ended the fight, leaving the mantis-man unconscious on the field.

Unsurprised by the result, Turles didn't stay any longer. Instead, he watched the Namekian leave and immediately followed him.

Although the Namekian was doing his best to avoid the crowds, he didn't know how to suppress his aura, making him as obvious as a beacon in the night to Turles.

Leaving the city, the Namekian began to fly toward the wilderness, draping a black cloak over himself that made him look quite mysterious.

Seeing this, Turles and Broly immediately gave chase. However, since a Namekian's vision and hearing were far superior to an ordinary person's, the two did not get too close, following from a distance by tracking his aura.

Soon, in Turles's perception, the Namekian stopped moving.

Behind a giant boulder, Turles and Broly descended, suppressing their energy as much as possible as they watched the scene unfolding a kilometer away.

The Namekian looked at the several aliens of various forms before him, a flicker of complexity crossing his eyes. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "I have fulfilled your demands. Where are my people?"

The aliens exchanged glances. One of them, a blue-skinned alien with two horns on his head, stepped forward and grunted, "Follow me!"

With that, he led the Namekian toward the cave behind them.

Upon entering the cave, the Namekian realized that it was exceptionally spacious. It was filled with cages forged from Thundersteel; some were empty, while others held various alien races. Many of the cages were stained with blood of various colors, clearly serving as a prison for captives from across the galaxy.

The Namekian clenched his fists so tightly that his sharp nails pierced his palms, and purple blood began to flow.

As a naturally kind-hearted race, how could this Namekian not feel enraged at the sight of such a scene? Yet, he knew clearly that with his own strength alone, he could do nothing. Being able to rescue his own kin was already the limit of his efforts.

Not daring to look at the gazes—some pleading, some numb—cast from the cages as he passed by, the Namekian could only follow behind the two-horned alien, continuing forward until they stopped in front of a cage holding two small Namekians.

Looking at the wounds covering his kin, the Namekian glared at the two-horned alien with fury. However, the two-horned alien didn't care at all, instead wearing a look of provocation.

"Aren't you going to open it?" With his voice suppressing his rage, the Namekian said to the two-horned alien, word by word.

"Tch!"

Glancing with disappointment at the Namekian who hadn't erupted into resistance, the two-horned alien finally opened the cage behind him and released the two small Namekians.