Water and Fire Could Never Mix

In a pure white space.

A boy with flawless looks, on par with a reader's, sat cross-legged on the ground.

His brow was furrowed, and tiny beads of sweat dotted his youthful, handsome face.

At that moment, Mo Yuan was doing his utmost to control the power of the bloodlines within him.

Under Mo Yuan's control, the golden Saiyan bloodline and the green Namekian bloodline slowly drew closer.

Of the three bloodlines, Mo Yuan had chosen to fuse the kind-hearted Namekian bloodline with the violent Saiyan bloodline.

After all, the Frieza Race's bloodline radiated evil and murderous intent. It clearly wouldn't be easy to fuse.

But Mo Yuan had never expected that the seemingly kind-hearted Namekian bloodline would immediately show intense resistance as soon as it touched the Saiyan bloodline.

They were like water and fire, impossible to reconcile.

Mo Yuan forcibly brought the two streams of bloodline power together.

That was like setting off a barrel of explosives. The situation quickly spiraled out of control.

The two streams of bloodline power were like wild horses that had broken free of their reins, rampaging through Mo Yuan's body.

And what was even more terrifying was that Mo Yuan had originally only been attempting to fuse the bloodline power in a single cell.

But under the influence of those two rampaging forces, the bloodline power in every cell of Mo Yuan's body went berserk as well.

The Namekian and Saiyan bloodlines in every cell fused together, forming two incredibly powerful bloodlines.

Mo Yuan started to panic.

He concentrated with all his might, trying to rein in the rampaging bloodline power.

But in this situation, the bloodline power simply wouldn't listen to him.

Especially not when the two streams had grown even stronger.

The bloodline power did as it pleased inside Mo Yuan, completely unchecked.

And just then, something even more terrifying happened.

Influenced by the other two bloodlines, the Frieza Race's bloodline refused to be outdone.

In an instant, it fused with them as well.

The three terrifying bloodlines turned Mo Yuan's body into a battlefield.

They clashed inside him.

Mo Yuan's body swelled grotesquely, like a balloon being inflated.

"Ah!!!"

The agonizing pain of being torn apart made Mo Yuan cry out.

His body was covered in countless tiny cracks.

Red blood seeped from them.

In an instant, it stained Mo Yuan completely red.

From a distance, he looked like a giant red balloon.

"Sweetie!!!"

Lazuli had been training not far from Mo Yuan.

The moment she heard his scream, she stopped training without hesitation and rushed over using High-Speed Movement.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Mo Yuan swollen into a ball and covered in blood.

She was at a loss.

Fear and anxiety spread through Lazuli's heart.

After spending these days together, Lazuli had already come to think of Mo Yuan as family.

Seeing this scene made her remember the sight of her parents being tortured to death.

In the heat of fifty degrees, Lazuli felt ice-cold all over.

As if she were trapped in a freezer.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

She wanted to save Mo Yuan, but had no idea what to do.

She approached him, trembling.

Lazuli reached out, but just before touching Mo Yuan, she abruptly pulled her hand back.

She was afraid—afraid she might hurt him if she touched him.

Lazuli gazed at Mo Yuan in anguish, her lips quivering.

She wanted to speak, but was afraid of disturbing him.

She wanted to help, but didn't know what to do.

Lazuli suddenly felt utterly useless.

Just like back then, when she could only watch helplessly as her friends and family were persecuted one by one, unable to do anything.

That feeling of helplessness...

"Big sister."

Just as Lazuli felt most helpless, Mo Yuan's weak voice sounded in her ears.

He had noticed her coming through his Mind's Eye.

But Mo Yuan's body was still being ravaged by the three bloodlines, and the intense pain had left him unable to speak.

Still, seeing Lazuli in pain and distress somehow gave him strength.

He endured the agony and opened his eyes.

"Y-you... how are you? What should I do...?"

Lazuli's mind was completely blank. A glistening tear slipped from the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek.

"Big sister... don't cry. Trust me!"

With that, Mo Yuan closed his eyes.

Seeing Lazuli cry, he wanted to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

But he couldn't.

Opening his eyes and managing to say a few words had already pushed him to his limit.

"Mm-hm!"

Hearing Mo Yuan's words, Lazuli held back her tears, raised her arm, and wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve. Looking at Mo Yuan, she said through sobs:

"You have to be okay, understand? Or else... or else I'll never forgive you."

But Mo Yuan had already closed his eyes and focused on dealing with the rebels inside him.

He didn't respond.

Lazuli didn't stay by his side. Instead, she retreated farther away and kept her eyes fixed on him, afraid of disturbing him.

By now, Mo Yuan's body had been thrown into chaos by the three bloodlines.

From the outside, aside from the swelling, nothing seemed wrong.

But his insides had already been reduced to a mess.

His muscles, bones, blood, organs... everything had been smashed apart by the rampaging bloodline power.

Strangely enough, though, he hadn't died.

An ordinary person would have died long ago with their body in this condition.

Yet he was still alive.

"Suppress!"

Mo Yuan gathered all his strength, forming three cages to trap the three streams of bloodline power.

"Damn it!"

Before Mo Yuan could even breathe a sigh of relief, the trapped bloodline powers charged at the cages like enraged beasts.

In just a few seconds, they broke free.

Perhaps because they had been provoked,

they rampaged even more recklessly through Mo Yuan's body.

Pain.

An even more intense pain than before swept over him.

Was he going to die?

For the first time, Mo Yuan felt that death was so close.

He wondered if the Dragon Balls could bring him back to life.

After all, his soul didn't belong to this world. He didn't know whether it would go to the Underworld after he died.

If it didn't go to the Underworld, where would it go?

Or would it simply be scattered to the winds?

He never imagined he'd be killed by these three bloodlines.

Wait!

Three?

Mo Yuan suddenly remembered that he had more than just three bloodlines inside him.

He also had the bloodline of an Earthling.

Tiny white orbs of light remained huddled in the corners of each cell.

But in the chaos of his body, they seemed unaffected.

Even when the other bloodline powers swept past them, they remained unmoved.

As Mo Yuan looked at these white orbs, a wild idea flashed through his mind.

Let it all fall into chaos!

Then let it become completely chaotic!

Unlike the other bloodlines, Mo Yuan could easily control the weak Earthling bloodline.

Before long, he gathered the white orbs huddled in the corners of the cells together.

They formed one larger white orb.

But despite growing somewhat larger, it was still far weaker than the other three bloodlines.

It was only one hundredth their size.

Too weak.

At this level, forget fighting them.

It couldn't even get close.

Was there really no way?

Mo Yuan couldn't help but despair.

He had thought the Earthling bloodline would work wonders.

Just as Mo Yuan was about to give up,

he suddenly noticed something.

Vitality!

The Earthling bloodline was absorbing Vitality!