Huh? Regret!? Wasn't Zangya hit by some weird technique of Cooler's?
Karochi looked at Tights in confusion. How had she jumped to regret? Wouldn't a normal person think she'd been hit by an attack?
"What's with that look!? You don't believe your big sister?" Tights could tell at a glance that Karochi didn't believe her. Doubting a woman's sixth sense was simply unforgivable.
What, she wasn't a woman but a girl!? That was the same thing. All women had incredibly accurate sixth senses.
Karochi waved his hands repeatedly, laughing inwardly. There's no way I can admit that. "I absolutely trust your judgment, Tights! But, I mean, is it possible—just possible—that she was hit without realizing it?"
Galactic Warriors regretted things? Give me a break, brother! Were they really going to regret all the people they'd killed before? Hilarious.
Besides, look at Zangya. She was writhing in pain on the ground, tears of blood streaming from her eyes. That was obviously a mental attack! He just hadn't expected Cooler to have an ability like that. He'd never used it in the original story.
It was lucky Cooler was going to die today. Otherwise, Karochi might have fallen victim to that ability if they ever crossed paths again.
"Hmph! I'm not talking to you anymore. You're hopelessly stupid." Tights was speechless and decided to "mute" him, ignoring Karochi.
Karochi shrugged. He'd gone to college in his previous life! Honestly, that old saying from his past life was so true: never argue with women, because women were always right.
On Planet Akasque, Zangya had recovered. She felt helpless and afraid now that all her memories had returned. She was scared she might become the person she'd been before.
It was an erosion of time that she couldn't resist.
"Sigh!" Zangya let out a sigh. What was done was done; there was no point dwelling on it.
She turned to look at Cooler, who was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. The Frost Demon's vitality was truly incredible. His body was so battered it was barely recognizable, yet he still hadn't died.
His injuries were even slowly healing.
"What a loathsome race. They're like cockroaches." Remembering what had happened a hundred thousand years ago only made Zangya hate the Frost Demons more.
A green ki blast gathered in her hand. It wasn't very large, but Karochi knew it could destroy all of Planet Akasque.
Zangya didn't throw it at the ground. Instead, she kicked Cooler, who was lying there, into the air.
Only then did she fling the ki blast.
Boom!
The massive explosion swallowed Cooler whole. It was the perfect package for killing someone—incinerate him and scatter his ashes.
After killing Cooler, Zangya didn't linger. She shot into the sky, looking back at the devastated Planet Akasque. A hint of awkward apology and guilt showed in her eyes.
Then she left Planet Akasque. She needed to find her companions as soon as possible and restore their memories.
Another question still troubled Tights: who was the mysterious being who had defeated them? That part of her memories remained hazy.
A hundred thousand years ago, their group had been effortlessly defeated by that person. They hadn't even had a chance to fight back.
In theory, their opponent had been capable of killing them outright. But they hadn't.
"Who could it have been?" The question echoed through space. (Actually, it didn't—sound can't travel through space! You know what I mean.)
Zangya's figure disappeared into the vastness of space. She was going to find her teammates and do everything she could to help them recover their memories.
"She's gone." Tights looked at the scene, now reduced to scorched earth. She could hardly believe that just one day ago, this planet had been teeming with life.
"Um, Tights, shouldn't we get out of here?" Karochi felt very unsafe. He figured that if Zangya kicked him even once, he'd drop dead on the spot. Cooler really was a tough guy—a brave warrior who charged into battle.
Tights glanced at him and said, exasperated, "What's there to be afraid of? I bet even if we run into that Zangya, we'll be fine!" Her instincts had always been spot-on.
At first, Zangya had given her the sense that she should stay away. Tights had truly felt that suffocating terror. But after Zangya had fallen to the ground clutching her head, that feeling had changed.
Now there was a sense of peace and comfort! There was no way she could explain that feeling to Karochi.
Karochi's mouth twitched. Where did she get that confidence? He wanted to take Tights straight back to Earth with Instant Transmission. The Galactic Warriors wouldn't appear on this planet for another twenty years or so! He refused to believe he couldn't deal with them after twenty years of training.
But in the end, he had no choice but to submit to Tights's tyranny and continue their journey. To be honest, Karochi was still very interested in the Spirit Fruit Tree. It wasn't part of the original story.
The Fruit of the Tree of Might shouldn't have appeared in this part of the universe. But somehow, it had shown up anyway! Karochi felt it was worth investigating.
And, if possible, he wanted to get his hands on some Tree of Might fruit, too. It might not do much for him, but it would be an incredible treasure for Tights or Kami.
Karochi returned to training. But this time, he wasn't training his body—he was cultivating his realm! He had to find a way to break through the shackles of his life level. Unfortunately, he had no idea how.
It was like a wall of solid bronze. He couldn't break through it with his bare hands! At a loss, Karochi used Instant Transmission to travel to Planet Yardrat.
"I was wondering who it was. So it's you, Mr. Karochi!" Husu seemed to have anticipated his arrival and was waiting at the spot where he appeared. The way he acted like he'd predicted everything was infuriating.
"Is there something wrong with the cultivation method you gave me?" Karochi didn't want to waste time with riddles, so he got straight to the point. He'd made no progress at all for a month. They had to solve this problem, or he'd need to change course.
Husu looked Karochi over, visibly surprised. "I never expected you to have raised your life level to such an extent, Mr. Karochi!"
He'd improved far too quickly. He'd already reached the level of Husu and Supar, the King of Yardrat! And they'd been training for who knew how many years, while Karochi had only been at it for two. His achievement was astonishing.
Husu couldn't help but smile wryly. "Mr. Karochi, you're giving us far too much credit! This cultivation method only brought us to this level ourselves—and we're not even as advanced as you."
Husu thought Karochi had already finished cultivating it. From now on, he'd have to rely on physical strength to grow stronger.
"Hm? You don't know how to advance any further?" Karochi was dumbfounded. Had he reached the end of the road with realm cultivation? No way, brother, you're telling me this path is that short? I've barely started, and it's already over!
"From what we know, that's indeed the case," Husu replied with a wry smile. Breaking through the shackles of one's life level wasn't that simple.
Raising one's life level didn't mean increasing one's strength. It meant elevating one's status—and it greatly extended one's lifespan, too.
"This..." Karochi was getting anxious. You let me get a taste of the good stuff, and now you're telling me it's over? It was thanks to this realm cultivation method that he'd transformed once, even if he hadn't become a Super Saiyan.
That was it? Karochi felt that if he kept practicing this method, his potential would increase tremendously. Otherwise, given his short lifespan, he might have a chance of becoming a Super Saiyan 4, but going beyond that was absolutely impossible. There simply wasn't enough time.
"Well, Mr. Karochi, I'm afraid the only way to break through your current level is to obtain a divine title," Husu said helplessly. But divine titles weren't easy to obtain.
What? A divine title!? Did Kami count? But did that mean he had to become Earth's guardian? He was a hundred percent willing to let Kami do it, but he didn't want to take the job himself! Besides, Earth's guardian had extremely strict requirements. He needed to be completely free of evil thoughts.
Karochi felt awkward. If he expelled his evil thoughts, they'd probably take most of his strength with them! Then his counterpart would have a battle power of 299, and he'd be left with 1. Earth would be doomed.
That would defeat the purpose of cultivating his realm, too! He wanted to become stronger, not end up like Kami with a battle power of only two or three hundred. It would be pointless.
Karochi tugged at his hair in frustration. So that was it for this cultivation method!?
"Fine. I'll think about it. I'm leaving." Karochi was somewhat dejected and disappointed that he hadn't gotten the answer he wanted. From now on, he'd focus on physical strength, but the gravity machine no longer did anything useful for him.
The strength he'd gained so far still came from the body he'd strengthened through realm cultivation. Tsk. Sure enough, cultivating like a sage in the Dragon Ball world wasn't a reliable path.
"Mr. Karochi, you don't need to be so discouraged. Now that we know the problem, we can find a way to overcome it! There are many powerful deities in the universe," Husu urged.
Karochi wasn't buying it. He pursed his lips. There really were a few powerful deities in the universe, like Beerus, the God of Destruction.
But Beerus was still asleep. If Karochi disturbed him over this, he'd probably be destroyed on the spot! Actually, he didn't even have the ability to get near Planet of the God of Destruction.
He could sense the Sacred World of the Kai, though. The structure of space there was incredibly sturdy! Using Instant Transmission to get there would probably be very difficult. Besides, mortals weren't allowed to set foot in the Sacred World of the Kai.
The Supreme Kai was weak, of course—but that was only compared to Goku and the other Z Fighters in the late story, and to an out-of-this-world existence like Beerus.
Supreme Kai Shin had a battle power of at least five billion. He could crush Frieza with a single finger, and Frieza could crush Karochi with a single finger. Besides, Kidd, East Supreme Kai's attendant, looked down on mortals.
Karochi had secretly learned their ability, but he didn't like Kidd. That idiot was such a show-off. One of these days, I'll storm the Sacred World of the Kai!
First, let's set a small goal: reach a battle power of ten billion!
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