The Sorrow of the Weak

"Since you're courting death, we'll slaughter you first!"

"Go to hell, Saiyan monkey!"

Boom! Boom! Two massive energy spheres detonated around Sun Yu. Lana watched as he was swallowed by the shockwave, her legs giving out as she collapsed to the ground in despair.

"Kael, why are you so foolish..."

Just as the native dwarves stared triumphantly at the smoke filling the field, one of them suddenly froze, his face drained of color. Trembling, he pointed behind another dwarf and stammered, "Watch out behind you..."

Crack...

The targeted dwarf's eyes went blank as a tremendous force slammed into his back, the sickening sound of shattering bone echoing through the air.

"When did you get behind me..."

The dwarf slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness and regret. He struggled to rise, only for Sun Yu to plant a heavy foot firmly onto his back.

"Let us leave, and I will spare his life!" Sun Yu scanned the group with cold eyes. When the dwarves met his scarlet Sharingan, they couldn't help but shudder.

Lana looked at Sun Yu, her heart a tangled mess of emotions. She wanted him to leave this dangerous place immediately, yet at the same time, she longed to see him stand tall and hold his own.

"What a joke! You Saiyan monkeys have killed so many of our kin; I wish I could tear you into a thousand pieces! Want to leave? Not a chance!"

"That's right! Even if we are smashed to pieces, we will avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Yes, kill these wretched Saiyan monkeys!"

Facing the dwarves' fury, Sun Yu's heart trembled. He knew these few were the last fighting force left on this planet, but what could he change? In his memories, King Bei had accepted a massive commission to wipe this planet clean. Even if Sun Yu left now, he couldn't alter the fate of this world being invaded by even stronger warriors.

This was the tragedy of the weak!

"I didn't want to fight you to the death, but since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!" Sun Yu gritted his teeth, slowly raising his right hand as a dazzling ball of light manifested in his palm.

"Impossible! How can you use our energy blasts!"

Glancing at the orb in his hand, Sun Yu wore a wicked smirk. He had copied the dwarves' technique using his Sharingan, controlling and compressing his own "Ki" to condense it into his palm. It was similar in principle to Master Roshi's Kamehameha, but clearly, these dwarves' mastery of "Ki" was inferior to the Master's, so the power of this blast couldn't compare to the real thing.

Beep, beep, beep. Power level... Power level...

Lana looked at the orb in Sun Yu's hand in disbelief, for she had just clearly seen the reading on the Scouter skyrocketing like a rocket!

Power level... Power level!

"So Kael was right, power levels really can be changed at will!" Lana murmured. Her eyes overflowed with anticipation as she quietly retreated to the side, watching the boy who shone like a new star in the arena.

On the other side, Sun Yu looked indifferently at the native dwarves still desperately trying to condense their own energy blasts. The moment his own orb was complete, he hurled it violently toward the dwarf with the strongest aura.

Strike while the iron is hot!

Suddenly, Sun Yu's energy blast transformed into a meteor, dragging a long trail of afterimages as it streaked toward the poor native dwarf, who was still red-faced and struggling to condense his own attack.

"Elder!"

To save their elder, the other dwarves abandoned their own energy spheres, instead hurling their half-finished attacks toward Sun Yu's incoming blast.

Rumble... The spheres collided in mid-air, releasing a terrifying shockwave that hammered the frayed nerves of everyone on the field.

Lana watched from the sidelines, unable to stop herself from covering her mouth. Although she already knew from the Scouter that Sun Yu's blast was extraordinary, seeing the terrifying explosion with her own eyes still left her stunned. One had to remember that Sun Yu's original power level was a mere [redacted].

"Damn it!" The dwarves desperately shielded their faces from the flying debris. They were truly furious; they had victory within their grasp, yet this boy had reduced them to such a pathetic state.

In the next moment, a voice cold as ice rang out from behind the dwarf elder: "I'll ask you one last time. Let us leave, and I can spare your lives! Don't force me to actually kill you!"

He still couldn't bring himself to be ruthless. Sun Yu's heart was in turmoil; his Saiyan blood made him bellicose, but because he had just transmigrated, he couldn't commit cold-blooded murder. Besides, the natives of this planet were victims too. Sun Yu didn't want to dwell on who was right or wrong; he didn't want to be anyone's lackey. He only wanted to do what he wanted to do—nothing more.

Sensing Sun Yu's sharp killing intent, the dwarves stared at him like he was a mortal enemy, terrified that one wrong move would cause him to crush their elder's neck.

Silence hung over the field for a long time. Finally, the elder sighed deeply and said, "You may go."

"Elder, we can't let them leave! If they go, they'll surely bring others back!"

"That's right, Elder! We must avenge our fallen kin!"

"Enough!" The elder cut them off. "Or would you rather he finish off this old bag of bones?"

"No, Elder."

The dwarves clenched their fists and lowered their heads. They didn't want to see the invaders go unpunished, but they wanted to see their beloved elder harmed even less.

The elder looked at Sun Yu with a calm expression. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "I want to know, will more invaders come to our planet?"

Hearing the elder's question, Sun Yu released his grip on the man's neck and his eyes returned to normal. He replied calmly, "Yes. Someone paid a huge commission to hire King Vegeta's warriors to wipe out your planet. So, instead of fighting pointless battles here, you'd better pack your things and run for your lives."

"What..."

Upon hearing Sun Yu's words, the dwarves' eyes were filled with despair for the future, for in these low-level star systems, the name of King Vegeta was as terrifying as the Grim Reaper himself.

"Why are you telling us this?" the elder asked again.

Sun Yu turned and walked toward Lana, saying thoughtfully, "Because... we are all the weak."

Watching Sun Yu's back, one of the dwarves signaled the others with his eyes: Now is the perfect chance for a sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, the elder shook his head and sighed, "Forget it. Even if we kill them, it won't change anything. Let's go back and gather the remaining clansmen to discuss our next move."

Not until the dwarves had departed did Sun Yu finally relax. He dissipated the energy sphere he had kept ready to form and walked to Lana's side. "Sister Lana, let's get out of here quickly!"

(PS: Many readers have commented that the Sharingan is trash. Perhaps not everyone likes it, but since the author has chosen it as a cheat, it will inevitably be mutated and strengthened. If you don't believe it, just keep reading. There's really no need to get hung up on it with subjective bias. After all, the setting of this book is what it is, and I will try my best to explain any inconsistencies. I hope readers will focus more on the plot of the book rather than obsessing over the status of the Sharingan in the Dragon Ball world. Thank you!)