The End

After a round of "loving education," Zamasu finally realized his mistakes.

"Change!"

Ginyu activated his ability once more, swapping bodies with Launch.

As soon as the swap was complete, Launch felt a suffocating sensation; the massive hole in her chest was agonizingly painful.

"Cough, cough! H-hurry, save me!"

Seeing Launch on the verge of death, Krillin moved to offer her a Senzu Bean, but Gamos stopped him.

"What was Frieza's wish?"

"To grow five centimeters taller."

Kefla answered without a moment's hesitation.

Gamos nodded in satisfaction, confirming her identity. The Kefla before him was indeed Launch; Ginyu hadn't tried any tricks.

"Give her the Senzu Bean."

Only then did the others realize that Gamos had been verifying her identity.

With the bean swallowed, Launch was instantly restored to full health, springing to her feet with a nimble kip-up.

"This is amazing! I feel power like never before. Is this what it's like to be a Saiyan? So strong!"

Just then, the red fur on Launch's body receded, her tail vanished, and she returned to her normal state.

"Gamos, was that transformation she just used the Super Saiyan 4 you mentioned?"

Son Goku asked, his face full of curiosity.

"Yes. Unlike the transformations of the first three stages, Super Saiyan 4 is achieved through the Great Ape form; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a completely different body."

"But how did she manage to transform? She didn't seem to turn into a Great Ape at all!"

Son Goku remained puzzled.

"It must have been that card. I can sense that her own strength wasn't nearly enough to sustain a Super Saiyan 4 transformation, yet she did it anyway. That means the card can bypass cultivation levels and force a transformation directly."

Vegeta had clearly seen through the situation more thoroughly.

"Exactly. Though I don't know how it works, whoever created such a card is truly a formidable character. It's fortunate that it was only a Super Saiyan 4 card; if it had been a Super Saiyan 5 or 6 card, we would have been finished."

At this, the word "System" couldn't help but surface in Gamos's mind.

It seemed there were other transmigrators in different timelines, and they possessed systems of their own. All of this was truly beyond his expectations.

As expected of a holy land for transmigrators! The ways of crossing over are endless. It seems I'm the one doing the worst among them! No, I have to work harder.

Gamos thought to himself.

With the body-swapping issue resolved, it was time to fix everyone's appearance.

"Since the bodies are swapped back, it's time to find the Dragon Balls and make a wish. Guardian, can you hear me? How many wishes can we make with Shenron right now?"

"Only one, of course! Wishing is inherently against the natural order, so I only set it to one."

"I see."

Looking at the devastated city and the many who had perished, one wish didn't seem like enough.

"If you need it, I can make an exception and increase the number of wishes this time."

Just as Gamos was pondering, the Guardian's voice came through again.

"Then let's increase it to three. Is that possible?"

"No problem! Actually, forget it, I'll just give it a full upgrade. I suspect one wish won't be enough next time either."

"Then I thank you."

He then turned his gaze toward Krillin and Yamcha.

"Krillin, Yamcha, I'll leave the Dragon Ball collection to you two."

The two exchanged a look and gave an "OK" gesture.

"Leave it to us!"

The pair grabbed the Dragon Radar and vanished into the horizon as streaks of light.

"Master Roshi, could you please teach me telepathy? I'd like to learn it."

"Hmm?"

Hearing Gamos's request, Master Roshi hesitated. Telepathy allowed one to read another's memories; if he taught it to him, they would have no secrets left.

However, considering the man's strength and the possibility that Earth might need his protection in the future, having telepathy would indeed allow them to gather more intelligence.

With that thought, Master Roshi nodded in agreement.

"Since you want to learn, I shall teach you."

Gamos was overjoyed. He immediately grabbed Zamasu—who was currently in Pilaf's body—and delivered a swift hand-chop to the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Master Roshi's mouth twitched at the sight; that was just too ruthless!

"First, you must sense your own spiritual energy, then inject it into the other person's."

"If memory is a storage device, then our spiritual energy is the data cable that reads the information inside. Carefully sense the other person's brain waves, then simulate them with our own spiritual energy; that is how you can read their memories."

Following this, Master Roshi explained several details in depth, and only then did Gamos begin to attempt it.

He closed his eyes, cautiously injecting his spiritual energy into the other person's brain, carefully sensing the fluctuations before beginning the simulation.

After some effort, Gamos finally succeeded. As the fluctuations traveled through his spiritual energy, images that did not belong to his own memories began to appear in his mind.

"Remember, you must protect your own consciousness, otherwise your memories will become jumbled. You won't be able to distinguish which memories are yours, leading to a loss of self."

Master Roshi warned him sternly.

"Don't worry! I have a very clear definition of myself."

Continuing to watch the images in his mind, Gamos indeed saw a figure that should not have existed.

It was a Saiyan he had never seen before, possessing a transformation he had never witnessed.

With a head of golden hair and a multicolored hairstyle, the person radiated a powerful aura.

The man raised his hand, and a card with the number four written on it appeared out of thin air, which he then handed to Dark Kefla.

"As long as you stick this card to your chest, you can transform directly into a Super Saiyan 4."

The stranger said only this one sentence before vanishing completely. No matter how Dark Kefla called out, the person never appeared again, as if they had never existed at all.

Only the card in her hand served as proof of the stranger's existence.

"Such a powerful transformation—this is definitely a transmigrator."

Gamos confirmed the thought in his mind. It really was a case of "fellow countrymen meeting, only to stab each other in the back."

Once Gamos finished reading the memories, Krillin and Yamcha had gathered the Dragon Balls.

Gamos casually blasted the two Zamasus until not even dust remained.

"Come forth, Shenron!"

The sky darkened, and Shenron appeared.

"State your wish. Whatever it may be, I can grant you three."

"Please restore everything affected by today's battle to its original state!"

Just as Son Goku finished stating the wish, Gamos added a clause.

"Restoring to the original state doesn't just mean the buildings, but the people as well."

Shenron's brow twitched with black lines. You brat, you're fleecing me again—no, wait, the last one who fleeced me was Porunga.

Faced with such an unreasonable wish, what could Shenron do? It was within his limits, so he just had to endure it!

"Your wish has been granted."

Shenron's eyes flashed with a red glow, and the people who had died and the streets that had been destroyed instantly returned to their previous state.

"Please state your second wish."

"Those who need plastic surgery, stand together!"

Gamos shouted, and Krillin, Yamcha, Pilaf, and Launch immediately huddled together.

"Please fix their appearances! Just turn them back into their original selves; don't change their bodies, just their faces."

Shenron looked at the four: the fake Son Goku, the fake Vegeta, the fake Hit, and the fake Kefla.

"This wish is simple."

Shenron's eyes glowed, and the appearances of the four instantly reverted to their original forms.

Krillin and Yamcha touched their faces; they had truly changed back. Although their bodies were still not their own, their appearances had been restored, which was quite good.

"Wow, King Pilaf, you've returned to your original, incredibly handsome self!"

Shu and Mai immediately ran forward, beginning to shower him with flattery.

"Hahaha, my original appearance is indeed the most handsome."

Launch also touched her face. It was her younger self, so beautiful—it was simply wonderful.

Just as Launch was laughing heartily, she suddenly felt an itch in her nose. Achoo! Her golden, radiant hair instantly turned blue, and the bold, bossy big sister instantly transformed into a gentle, water-like lady of high society.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!"

Seeing everyone around her looking at her, Launch felt a bit embarrassed; it was truly awkward.

"Please state your third wish."

"Please resurrect King Frieza!"

The fake Launch stepped forward and shouted loudly.

She then looked at Shenron with anticipation, hoping he could resurrect her king.

She had helped the others swap bodies, and this was the moment she had been waiting for.

However, Shenron spoke, revealing a piece of information that left her in disbelief.

"Frieza is not dead, so your wish cannot be granted."

"What?"

Everyone spoke in unison. Frieza was actually still alive? How could that be possible?

"What on earth is going on?"

Vegeta clenched his fists tightly. That damned Frost Demon was still alive.

However, Vegeta soon began to laugh.

"Hahaha, it's better that he's alive. That way, I can take my revenge with my own hands."

Seeing Vegeta's arrogance, Gamos poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"If you don't train to reach Super Saiyan 4, going there is just suicide. Having experienced failure once, Frieza will surely train diligently. With his talent, he will be able to rival Super Saiyan Blue in just half a year. You had better weigh your own strength carefully."

Vegeta, who had been full of confidence, gritted his teeth at Gamos's words, then let out a cold snort and turned his head away.

"Do you have any other wishes?"

Shenron, still hovering in the sky, asked. He didn't have much time left and couldn't help but urge them.

"Can you resurrect the Supreme Kai who was killed?"

Champa, lying under a sun umbrella, couldn't help but speak up.

Hearing the voice, Shenron instinctively looked over, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

A God of Destruction—how could a God of Destruction be here? And not even a God of Destruction from this universe.

"Lord Champa, I didn't see you here just now, please forgive me. I am very sorry for looking down at you from such a height."

"Enough with the nonsense. Just tell me if you can resurrect him or not."

Uh, a cold sweat broke out on Shenron's head as he braced himself to answer.

"This... I cannot do. The status of a Supreme Kai is too high; I am unable to resurrect a Supreme Kai, let alone one from another universe."

Shenron felt like crying. This was too difficult for a dragon. That was a Supreme Kai; setting aside combat power, his divine status alone was something he could not touch.

"Tch, and here I thought you were truly omnipotent! You're not even as good as my Wish Orbs!"

"Since that's the case, let's change the wish."