The woman seemed quite young, at the height of her youthful beauty. Piccolo found himself intoxicated by her calm, serene gaze.
The girl smiled, covering her face with the back of her hand as she softly said, "No one has come to this Namek Continuation Planet for tens of thousands of years. I never thought that, in my lifetime, I would see a Namekian come here."
Piccolo asked in confusion, "Namek Continuation Planet? What does that mean? Are you someone who migrated here from Namek?"
The girl burst into laughter. "No. My ancestors came to this planet with a small group of people to escape a disaster on Namek long ago—to leave survivors behind and preserve the civilization of Namek. For tens of thousands of years, we farmed here, but our population never grew. Instead, the harsh living conditions caused people to die one after another, and fewer and fewer descendants remained. My father died a few days ago. Now, I'm the only person left on the entire Namek Continuation Planet."
"You're the only one left?" Piccolo said in shock. "Then how are you supposed to survive?"
The girl smiled. "If it's just me, then there'll be stored food." She opened the door and invited Piccolo inside, pointing to the supplies in the house. "We've cultivated all the land on the planet, but very few crops can survive. The food left over from an entire year is only enough to feed two or three people."
Piccolo's mouth fell open. This was a hardship he had never imagined. Yet faced with such hardship, the girl before him showed no trace of sorrow. She still smiled at the world with such gentleness and sunshine.
He had no idea how to comfort her. After standing there blankly for a long while, all he