The Plan

Dero was no match for the power of Turles. When Turles placed his palm on Dero's shoulder, Dero felt as if a massive mountain were pressing down on him. Feeling the strength of Turles, Dero looked at this Saiyan he had just met with shock!

"You..."

"Dero, everything right now is just our speculation; we have no concrete evidence. Obsidian Planet is under the joint protection of three powers: the Galactic Patrol, the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance, and the Cosmic Business Alliance. The Mercenary Arena is clearly backed by the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance. With your current strength, you are simply no match for these forces!"

Turles carefully analyzed the situation for Dero, finally calming his emotions.

"Turles, you're right! I am indeed no match for the Cosmic Mercenary Alliance." Dero's face showed some frustration, but he immediately perked up. "But it doesn't matter. The elders of my tribe can help their kin unlock their physical potential, thereby increasing their combat power. I haven't been unlocked by an elder even once yet. Once I go back, as long as I can undergo the process once, my combat power will definitely increase significantly. By then, I'll have the absolute confidence to take them down!"

"Your elders can actually unlock potential too?" Turles was truly stunned this time. He hadn't expected that besides the Grand Elder, there were other Namekians who possessed the ability to unlock potential. If he could get this elder to unlock his potential, given his current combat power, he could definitely trigger a massive surge!

Turles couldn't help but feel excited. Ever since he obtained the Gravity Chamber, he had basically been living in the training room.

The Gravity Chamber was indeed worthy of being the training accelerator from Dragon Ball. After this month of training, combined with the fact that Turles frequently pushed himself to the brink of severe injury, his combat power had now reached 80,000.

Although it still couldn't compare to the terrifying speed of Son Goku, who went from 8,000 to 90,000 in just six days, Turles was mentally prepared for his own body's talent. Furthermore, he didn't have Senzu Beans to assist him, so he didn't dare push himself to the point of near-death. Thus, he was satisfied with his current combat power.

If he could now have his potential unlocked by Dero's elder, his combat power might jump directly to around 200,000. At that point, he wouldn't have to fear that powerhouse on Obsidian Planet.

Yes, when Turles first arrived on Obsidian Planet, he had sensed the aura of the strongest person on the planet—a powerhouse with a terrifying combat power of 280,000.

If he could reach a combat power of 200,000, then with Turles's mastery of Ki and the special techniques he had developed during his mental simulation training, he would be confident in dealing with that powerhouse.

True strength isn't achieved solely through training; it requires experiencing different battles and fighting real enemies without restraint. Only then can one grow faster!

As for letting Broly take action, Turles didn't have that thought for now. Not to mention Broly's extremely unstable emotions—once he lost control, no one on this planet could subdue him. Besides, Turles didn't want to become dependent on Broly. Broly could only be considered his final trump card.

However, Turles didn't intend to confront them directly; he already had a plan in mind.

After dropping off the two little ones, Kru and Kla, with Paragus, Turles, Broly, and Dero returned to that cave.

"Turles, what are we doing here? Although I really want to save these people, if we cause too much of a commotion, we might not be able to leave Obsidian Planet. You said it yourself, these people have deep ties to the arena!"

Looking at the cave not far away, Dero's face was filled with confusion as he asked Turles directly.

Turles closed his eyes and sensed the area first. As expected, he still couldn't detect any aura.

Opening his eyes, Turles explained, "We don't need to cause a big commotion. With our current strength, we can easily deal with the group inside and rescue the captives. Once we do, we'll send them directly to the Galactic Patrol's outpost. Given the public image of the Galactic Patrol, they won't be able to ignore it. Even if the Mercenary Alliance is involved, they won't be able to say anything openly."

"Besides, who knows? We might even get information about your other tribesmen from these people!"

Hearing this, Dero's eyes lit up instantly.

"Alright!"

With the plan settled, the three of them didn't waste any time and flew straight into the cave.

Their unreserved intrusion quickly drew attention from inside. A series of footsteps echoed, and three aliens immediately appeared before Turles and his companions, among them the one with two horns.

Turles sensed them and found that these three aliens were not weak; the weakest among them had a Battle Power of over 5,000, while the strongest, the two-horned alien, had a full 10,000. However, this was nothing to the three of them.

"Who goes there?" one of the aliens demanded loudly upon seeing the intruders.

The three exchanged glances and immediately launched their attack. Turles targeted the two-horned alien, while Broly and Dero took care of the remaining two.

Three figures flashed by. Before the aliens could react—or even let out a scream—they were dealt with.

After finishing them off, led by Dero, the trio quickly arrived at the place where the slaves were held.

Looking at the scene before him, even though Turles had mentally prepared himself, he still felt a sense of discomfort. Although he had seen even more horrific sights in his memories, those were just memories; his personality was still primarily rooted in his past life.

Therefore, when he saw sentient beings being treated like beasts, Turles still found it difficult to accept.

Taking a deep breath, Turles nodded at Broly, and they began to release the various alien species held captive.

With a flash of energy, the incredibly tough Thundersteel chains were severed by Turles. Tearing off the chains and opening the cages, beings of various forms stepped out of their prisons.

In the end, over a hundred people stood before Turles. Most of them were the young of their respective species. Among them were many from powerful races that Turles recognized from his memories, some of which included individuals with Battle Powers exceeding ten thousand. It seemed this gang was quite bold and had significant backing; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to provoke so many different races.

At this moment, Dero, who had been responsible for clearing out the remaining guards, walked over. There wasn't much joy on his face; it seemed he hadn't received any news about his own kin.

Turles said nothing, simply patting Dero on the shoulder in comfort.

They could not afford to relax yet. As long as these people weren't safely delivered to the Galactic Patrol station, there was no guarantee that this gang wouldn't choose to destroy the evidence along the way.

Standing before the crowd of over a hundred, Turles said solemnly and loudly, "Everyone, you are not completely out of danger yet. We will be taking you to the Galactic Patrol station. Everyone who can fly, grab someone who cannot! Move!"

Hearing Turles' words, the crowd fell into a panic, and the group began to descend into chaos. Seeing this, Turles had no choice but to release his energy, and a powerful pressure began to radiate from him.

Like prey encountering a natural predator, even though these people couldn't sense energy, their survival instincts still made them feel threatened. Everyone quieted down, and some even knelt on the ground, bowing repeatedly toward Turles.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Turles repeated his instructions. This time, everyone obediently began to act according to his plan.

Fortunately, most of these species were, to some extent, warrior races, so there were very few who could not fly.

Once they were organized, Turles instructed Dero, "Dero, you and Broly fly at the front of the group. You know the way, and Broly will be responsible for protecting you. I will follow at the rear!"

Dero looked deeply at Turles and said in a low voice, "Right! I understand!" With that, he turned and walked to the front of the group.

"Whew!"

After everyone had left, Turles let out a long breath.

In truth, Turles wasn't going through all this trouble to save these races out of pure altruism. His main goal was to leave a positive impression on Dero. One had to remember that Turles was a Saiyan; any alien with a functioning brain would never have a good first impression of a Saiyan, or at least wouldn't consider them a "good person." After all, hadn't Dero immediately taken a combat stance the moment he first saw Turles?

Since Turles wanted the Elder of the Dero tribe to unlock his potential, leaving a good impression was essential. With this act of rescuing the various tribes, and having Dero speak on his behalf later, the Elder would be less likely to refuse him outright.

Furthermore, the Saiyans were going to develop in the Galactic Center, and the Galactic Center was different from the North Galaxy; the largest power here was the Galactic Patrol. Therefore, having a public-facing reputation was extremely important. He didn't want to wake up one day to find his home surrounded by the Galactic Patrol, so turning around the Saiyans' public image was an indispensable step. He felt that the Saiyans of Universe 6 did this quite well.

He could be like the Saiyans of Universe 6, accepting missions from the Galactic Patrol or the Mercenary Alliance. This would satisfy the Saiyans' passion for battle while simultaneously changing their public image.

As for whether the Saiyans would accept this approach, Turles was not worried. Saiyans respected strength above all else. As long as he was strong enough, the power to speak for the Saiyans would remain in his hands. Moreover, he possessed the methods to make Saiyans stronger; there was no reason for them not to listen to him.

However, it was still a bit early to consider these things. Including himself, there were only four Saiyans by Turles's side. Not to mention, they didn't even have a planet of their own yet, so there was no point in talking about a Saiyan revival or building a faction.

"The road is long and the burden is heavy!"

Turles sighed in the end and chased after the group as they departed.