The battle that followed held no suspense whatsoever.
Having transformed into a Super Saiyan, Son Goku had truly reached the level of a Cosmic Level powerhouse. Even Saitama might not necessarily be his match now.
Frieza's defeat had already been decided.
But after his victory, Son Goku looked at the devastation around him and at Piccolo's dead body, remaining silent.
This time, all his companions had died.
That even included Gohan.
From childhood until now, Son Goku had never experienced anything like this. The sacrifice was simply too great—so great that even after defeating Frieza, he felt no joy whatsoever.
"Mr. Shen Mo." Son Goku suddenly looked at Shen Mo. "I think you said that you possess power similar to the Dragon God's. Can you revive them?"
The golden flames around Son Goku had already vanished, and his hair had returned to normal.
His eyes were filled with expectation.
He hoped Shen Mo would give him the answer he wanted.
"I can." The corners of Shen Mo's mouth curved upward. "It would be very easy."
"Then—"
"But I'm not going to do that." Shen Mo interrupted Son Goku, his smile widening slightly. "In my eyes, death isn't the end, but merely a state. So this doesn't really count as something irreversible. Even so, I have no reason to help you directly."
Son Goku scratched his hair.
With his simple way of thinking, he found it difficult to understand what Shen Mo meant.
In the end, he simply pressed his palms together.
"Please!"
He lowered his head and begged.
It seemed to be the only thing he could do.
"Begging me won't help. Besides, you don't need to beg me. Didn't you obtain twenty Level 4 Chests through this mission?" Shen Mo reminded him. "If you're willing to give up the