Planet's Lament

The entire planet shook violently; no one would believe it wasn't an earthquake, yet this was no ordinary crustal movement.

Like a lump of wet clay being crushed, Vampa emitted a muffled groan from deep within its core—a sound low, desperate, as if begging for mercy.

Massive fissures suddenly tore across the surface, and scorching magma erupted like a madman, colliding with the emerald energy rolling wantonly in the sky, illuminating the dead, silent planet as if hell itself had descended.

The earth could not withstand the strain, groaning in wave after wave, while countless bottomless black cracks spread like lightning across the wasteland, tearing the entire planet into fragments.

The distant mountain ranges collapsed with a roar, boulders tumbling into the abyss and kicking up dust that blotted out the sky.

Dark red magma surged from the depths, winding and coiling like a living python, devouring everything and turning the already lifeless Gobi and rock strata into an endless, roiling sea of fire.

Heat waves warped the air, and light itself became blurred under the extreme temperature.

Yet, in the very center of this hellish storm, Broly stood motionless.

The ground beneath his feet had long since turned into a pool of lava, the boiling red liquid surging around him, yet it could not even touch the soles of his boots.

The emerald aura on his body was no longer just a flow of light surrounding him; it had transformed into a cosmic energy storm, spinning and expanding wildly with him at its center, nearly covering the sky. A third of Vampa's sky had been stained a bizarre, eerie green.

At the edges of the aura, dense bolts of energy lightning crackled, tearing through the clouds and whipping the void.

Those giant beasts that once roamed the planet, causing even outer-universe inhabitants to tremble with fear, didn't have the courage to even approach the edge of the storm.

Before they could get close, they were firmly seized by an invisible force field, crushed flat, and before they could even cry out, they were reduced to the finest dust in the universe by that blinding light, vanishing completely.

Vampa was wailing; this was no exaggeration, for one could truly hear it—the low hum and the jarring sound of ruptures coming from the planet's core.

The solid planet, with a diameter of over three thousand kilometers, was as fragile as a dry leaf in a storm before Broly's skyrocketing power.

Crustal plates shifted, the internal structure collapsed, and the atmosphere was savagely torn apart.

It no longer resembled a complete planet, but rather a pathetic toy that might be blown apart by the green storm at any moment, shattering into pieces.

Broly's energy continued to spread and expand recklessly, as if trying to break free from the planet's shackles and carry destruction into the distant, deep space...

At the same moment, the Supreme Kai World.

The divine realm of Universe 7 was always tranquil and peaceful.

The vast lawn looked as if it were carved from jade, exotic flowers and plants radiated a soft glow, and the distant waterfall hung down like a silver ribbon, yet it was silent, not even the sound of water could be heard.

By the clear spring, several smooth stones were arranged casually, serving as natural seats.

But at this moment, the few people sitting there were completely at odds with the surrounding serenity.

A tense atmosphere permeated the air; everyone understood that this was no ordinary gathering—they were the top rulers and guardians of the universe.

Whis the Angel stood straight, as elegant as ever.

His slender fingers rested lightly on his staff, the crystal ball at the top flowing with a warm, gentle light.

He broke the silence in that gentle, unhurried tone: "There are only forty hours left until the official opening of the Tournament of Power."

The bottom of his staff tapped lightly against the grass, as if keeping rhythm for an unseen countdown.

"And it seems our ten-man team for Universe 7... hasn't been fully finalized yet."

On a high rock nearby, Beerus the God of Destruction could clearly no longer sit still.

His purple fur was almost standing on end, and his slender tail whipped left and right irritably, making "whoosh" sounds in the air.

He scratched his neck, his face full of impatience, his slit pupils narrowing as he scanned the others.

"Hey! Son Goku!" Beerus suddenly locked his gaze in one direction, his voice rising, his anger off the charts, "Don't just sit there grinning like an idiot! Say something! Can't you show even a little sense of urgency?"

By the spring, Son Goku was sitting cross-legged, hands propped behind him, looking up at the forever-dreamy sky of the Supreme Kai World.

Called out by Beerus, he turned his head, his mouth curling into a smile that was pure and brilliant, even tinged with a child-like fanaticism, forming a sharp contrast to the responsibility on his shoulders.

His eyes shone as if there were stars burning inside them.

"Hehehe..." Son Goku couldn't help but laugh aloud, his body leaning forward slightly in excitement, "The Tournament of Power... Whis said that the strongest guys from other universes will all be there! To have a match against so many powerful opponents I've never fought before, just thinking about it," he clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, "makes my blood boil! I'm so looking forward to it!"

"Looking forward to your head!" Beerus nearly jumped off the rock, waving his arms wildly, his spit nearly flying, "If we lose, Universe 7 will be completely erased by Grand Zeno! Wiped directly from the multiverse! Do you understand? This isn't the World Martial Arts Tournament you keep babbling about; this is a life-or-death battle where our existence, everything, is on the line! Do you have any idea at all!"

Son Goku was stunned by the roar, blinked his eyes, and the excited smile on his face faded a little, revealing a touch of realization.

He raised a hand to touch his messy black hair, his tone still somewhat casual: "Ah... that's right, it seems that's the case. If we lose, it's all over."

"You really did forget everything, didn't you!!" Beerus's roar echoed like a thunderclap through the tranquil Supreme Kai World, causing even the few auspicious clouds floating nearby to tremble three times over.