Kami's Lookout.
In this future timeline, Kami had long since vanished with Piccolo's death.
The once sacred and solemn Lookout now seemed somewhat dilapidated and desolate.
With no barrier blocking them, Sun Wuxiu teleported directly onto the plaza with Trunks.
"So this is... Kami's Lookout?"
Trunks looked around.
"It's so quiet... Is there really anyone here?"
"There is."
Sun Wuxiu headed deeper into the Lookout.
There, a pitch-black figure wrapped in a turban sat quietly on the steps, staring blankly at the sky with an expressionless face.
Mr. Popo.
Ever since Kami had died, he had remained here without taking a single step away.
Though Kami was gone, he was still Kami's servant, guarding this last patch of pure land.
"Mr. Popo."
Sun Wuxiu called softly.
The statue-like figure moved slightly and slowly turned his head.
The lightless, hollow eyes seemed to flash with a glimmer the moment they saw Sun Wuxiu.
"You are..."
Mr. Popo's voice was hoarse and slow.
"Mr. Sun Wuxiu... You... have returned?"
"No... You are not the Wu Xiu from this timeline..."
Mr. Popo had lived for countless years, so he saw through the truth at a glance.
"It's me, Mr. Popo."
Sun Wuxiu stepped forward.
"Although I came from the past, I'm here to save this future too."
"I need to borrow the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."
"The Time Chamber..."
Mr. Popo fell silent for a moment, then slowly rose to his feet.
"Since it is you... go ahead."
"That room has been waiting for someone to open it again."
Without wasting any more words, Mr. Popo led them deep into the Lookout's corridor and opened the heavy door.
"Go in."
"One year inside, one day outside."
"May victory be yours."
Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
It was a vast, boundless expanse of white nothingness.