Throwing the Sun Up

"How can we help you regain control of your body?"

Sack answered calmly.

"You can't. If you can provide me with a large amount of energy, I can try to take control again."

After Sack answered, the voice disappeared. He was not anxious either. The outside world was definitely thinking of a way.

All he needed to do was wait quietly.

On Popo's side, things were just as Sack had imagined.

"It cannot be done."

Popo's eyelids lifted.

"Then how can we help him control his body?"

"He needs a large amount of energy."

"Then provide it to him."

"It cannot be done."

Everyone nearly collapsed. Even Popo's little hands clenched in secret.

Cannot be done, my ass.

You could not do anything. What was the point of having you?

Fortunately, Shenron began to explain.

"There is no fixed amount. The rules cannot fulfill it."

Popo gritted his teeth so hard his molars were almost crushed. He really wanted to say, Then send him onto the sun.

Unfortunately, he did not dare.

He could not make a move. If he sent Sack up there and Sack's follower Dabo found out, Dabo could overturn the Earth all the same.

And it would be the kind done on purpose. There would be absolutely nothing they could do.

"How much energy does he need?"

"He does not know either."

Popo was so angry that a strange blue light nearly burst from his eyes.

Bulma suddenly stepped forward.

"How much energy does he need? We at Capsule Corp will provide it."

Popo broke out in a sweat.

This silly girl. Did she think it was the low-level energy sources humans needed, like coal, oil, and gasoline?

Those things were completely useless to martial artists.

"Can you let me speak with him?"

"Does that count as a wish?"

Popo's eyes widened.

"You can't do anything, and you still want to count this as a wish? Believe it or not, I'll blow up your real body."

Even the good-tempered Popo was furious. His voice sank as he threatened Shenron.

If this Shenron could not do anything, then what use was this Shenron?

There had already been two consecutive tremors just now.

If they waited any longer, the Earth would be shaken apart.

"All right, all right. This will count as a free gift."

Shenron's huge eyes stared into Popo's small ones, and he could only back down.

No one paid attention. Bulma had originally been indignant, but when she heard that she could speak with that powerful monster, her eyes went perfectly round.

She even forgot that Shenron could actually back down too.

Her crafty gaze swept around.

She was extremely interested in people who could destroy planets.

"Mr. Sack, can you hear me?"

Sack's flash of spirit heard Popo's simple, honest voice. He held back his excitement and said calmly, "Speak!"

"It seems you still don't know what the Earth has gone through, sir."

"Cut the crap. I didn't expect this matter to be this serious. There isn't enough energy, and my mind has been affected. If you don't want my body to destroy the Earth, provide me with a massive amount of energy. I know Earth definitely doesn't have it, and those immortals and gods won't work either. I've already drawn energy from other dimensional spaces, but you definitely can."

When Bulma heard that, her eyes lit up, and her expression turned excited.

What had she just heard?

If immortals and gods were real, and dimensional spaces were real too, how powerful a guide would that be for the development of science?

"Um, big monster, how do you extract energy from dimensional space? And, and are you the same race as Son Goku? What race are you? A monster race? Is your weakness the same as Son Goku's too—your tail?"

The corner of Popo's mouth twitched. Before he could even ask anything, Bulma's machine-gun voice rang out one question after another.

"Shut up, shallow woman."

Bulma jumped in fright, then glared at Popo in dissatisfaction.

Yamcha also stood with her, glaring angrily at Popo.

How could he be so rude to a beautiful woman?

He had just been about to roll up his sleeves.

Popo raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snap!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Krillin and Fortuneteller Baba looked innocent.

The two of them had not said anything. Why had their mouths been sealed too?

Bulma and Yamcha anxiously kept touching their own mouths, only to feel smooth skin.

"What should we do?"

After Popo finished speaking, he hurriedly added another sentence.

"Shenron can only grant one wish."

Sack's spiritual light twitched.

He had lost his reason now. If he could still control himself, going to Namek would be a pretty good choice, but Shenron probably could not make that happen.

The current Guardian of Earth had no understanding of the state of the universe at all, nor did he know his own origins, and it was even more impossible for him to know where Namek was.

On top of that, Sack himself was in a terrible state. If he went to Namek, he would probably just tear that planet apart too.

There was only one method Sack could think of.

"Have the sun supply me with energy directly."

Popo's little mouth opened, and he was left speechless.

He had only been muttering to himself at first.

No way, no way!

Sack could even guess this?

Sack regretted it as soon as he said it.

In his current state, unless his body was torn apart in an instant, his spiritual light could absorb energy.

If some energy simply appeared, after the Heaven and Earth Furnace absorbed and converted it, it would only supply energy to the Giant Elephants. It would be completely unable to provide any convenience for the spiritual light and would be of no help.

"Are you sure you want to be thrown onto the sun?"

When Sack heard that, he found it quite reasonable. He just did not know whether he could withstand it.

On the sun, the tyrannical energy could definitely tear him apart in an instant. His spiritual light could take the opportunity to recover, seize control of his body, and at the same time receive the sun's surging energy to complete the fourth Seal Talisman.

Sack's ambition was great enough that he might even be able to complete the transformation of his body, uniting righteousness and evil.

Just like when the God Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force reached a profound level.

Not merely a profound level of strength, but that kind which concerned the essence of life.

With more than two hundred thousand Giant Elephants, Sack had long since reached the corresponding Legendary realm, but he had not even undergone the corresponding nine Life-Seizings, let alone the Legendary transformations: the Blood-Soul Transformation, Soul Transformation, Void Transformation, or even the Five Elements Transformation.

Without the assistance of the Mark of the Gods, Sack, according to common sense, could not cultivate to a profound level. He could only use energy to constantly fill the Giant Elephants, awaken the Giant Elephants, and continue cultivating purely in terms of strength, speed, reaction, and so on.

But there was a limit to this.

The limit of a mortal body could not be surpassed.

Without the Mark of the Gods, how could a mortal cultivate the cultivation technique of gods?

Unless he shattered it—like grass reduced to its most fundamental cells, then recombined into a tree, then once again delved deeper into its essence, becoming chemical substances and molecules, then recombined like the World Tree—only then would there be hope.

Sack now had an opportunity. By using the tearing apart of his fleshly body, he could in a certain sense complete the advancement of the God Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force, allowing the Giant Elephants to gain spirit and then continuously transform.

The prerequisite was that he could survive and complete the transformation.

Sack's spiritual light flickered.

This was not impossible.

If he completely let go and transformed into a Great Ape, his combat power of over six million could increase tenfold to sixty million.

Frieza's older brother, Cooler, was estimated to have a combat power of four hundred seventy million, and with his race's traits added in, he had not died after his fleshly body entered the sun.

Sack could completely rely on the Heaven and Earth Furnace and the devouring of the Giant Elephants to sustain himself. As long as his spiritual light did not scatter, he would have a chance.

If he kept dragging things out like this, he would also be doomed to die. If he took the gamble, there might still be an infinite future.

Gritting his teeth as he made the hardest decision, Sack said firmly, "Throw it."

Bulma's eyes widened, Krillin broke out in a cold sweat, and only Yamcha looked thoroughly delighted.

If that monster went to the sun, it was dead for sure.

Then wouldn't the whole crisis be solved? Wouldn't he be able to return to the city, with women on both arms, enjoying their cries of surprise and admiration—even getting close and cuddly?