Creation

"Namekian History Book?"

"Yes!"

After hearing this, the Grand Elder hesitated for a moment.

"That can be arranged, but can you read Namekian Language?"

"Grand Elder!"

Nail, who was standing nearby, was startled when he heard this.

The Grand Elder actually intended to lend the Namekian History Book to an outsider.

"I don't, but I can learn!"

Roger said with a smile.

With his heaven-defying comprehension, learning a language would take no time at all.

"Learn?"

"Yes. Earth God, you know Namekian Language, right?"

"I do!"

Earth God nodded.

"Then teach me Namekian Language. Once I've learned it, I'll borrow the Namekian History Book from the Grand Elder!"

Hearing this, Earth God glanced at the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder was the elder of all Namekians. Earth God had to obtain his permission before he could teach Roger Namekian Language.

The Grand Elder nodded at him.

"Alright!"

Earth God agreed to Roger's request.

"Then... Grand Elder, if there's nothing else, I'd like to take a walk around Namek?"

Earth God said to the Grand Elder.

"Alright!"

After hearing this, Earth God immediately left the Grand Elder's castle with Roger.

"Grand Elder, why are you willing to lend the Namekian History Book to that Saiyan?"

After the two left, Nail immediately asked the Grand Elder.

"That Saiyan is very strong. In the future, he may be able to save our Namek!"

"Save our Namek? Does that mean Namek will face some disaster in the future?"

"I don't know. But Namek possesses the Dragon Balls, so it is destined not to remain peaceful in the universe!"

"The Dragon Balls?"

"The Kanassans have already headed toward extinction because of their curse!"

"The Kanassans!"

Meanwhile.

After leaving the Grand Elder's castle, Earth God walked around the Namekian village with his staff.

Many Namekians warmly came forward to speak with Earth God when they saw him.

Three hours later, Earth God felt that he had stayed long enough, so he returned to the Grand Elder first to bid him farewell.

Then, he bid farewell to the Namekians in the village.

"Roger, shall we head back?"

Earth God said reluctantly.

Although he truly wanted to return to Namek, he had lived on Earth his entire life. To him, Earth was his true first homeland.

"Alright!"

With that, Roger used Instant Transmission to take Earth God back to Kami's Lookout.

"Earth God, why did you come back so quickly? Why didn't you stay on Namek a little longer?"

Mr. Popo asked as he looked at the returning Earth God.

"No. As long as I can see that my fellow people are living well, that's enough!"

"Thank you, Roger. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to return and see my people!"

"It was nothing!"

Roger smiled and shook his head.

"Then, Earth God, can you teach me Namekian Language?"

"Of course!"

"Roger, do you want to learn the Namekian Language?"

Mr. Popo asked.

"Yeah!"

"I know the Namekian Language too. How about I teach you?"

"Okay!"

As long as he could learn the Namekian Language, it did not matter who taught him.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Over those three days, Roger had been learning the Namekian Language from Mr. Popo.

Because Roger had a photographic memory and exceptional recall, he could learn the Namekian Language immediately after Mr. Popo said it just once.

By now, he could already communicate with Namekians entirely in the Namekian Language.

However, that was limited to ordinary conversation. There were tens of thousands of Namekian characters, and if Roger wanted to read Namekian history books, he would definitely have to learn every single one.

West City, Bulma's home.

Under Dr. Brief's guidance, Bulma had finally drawn up the manufacturing blueprints for the Dragon Radar. However, she had only finished the drawings and had not begun making it yet.

Bulma was currently sitting in front of her computer, looking utterly frazzled. She had told Roger that she would finish making the Dragon Radar today, but she had only managed to draw up the blueprints.

If she had known, she would not have bragged in front of Roger a few days ago.

Just as Bulma was pulling her hair out, her mother, Mrs. Brief, walked in.

"Bulma, Roger is here. He's asking whether you've finished making the Dragon Radar!"

"Roger!"

"Yeah!"

"Just tell him I'm not here!"

"But... your sister already told him you're home!"

"..."

"That sister of mine is such a traitor!"

"Bulma, haven't you made your Dragon Radar yet?"

Mrs. Brief asked with a smile.

"I only finished the blueprints today. How could I possibly make it that quickly? Besides, making the Dragon Radar requires an extremely rare material!"

"A rare material?"

"Yeah. I have to find that material before I can make it!"

"Doesn't your dad's company have any?"

"No!"

Bulma shook her head.

"But Dad said he'll help me look for it!"

"I see. Well, in that case, just tell Roger the truth. I don't think he'll say anything!"

Bulma nodded.

At first, she had not expected making the Dragon Radar to be this difficult.

After saying that, Bulma immediately walked out of the house and into the yard.

At that moment, Tights was showing Roger the novel she had just written.

"Roger, what do you think of my novel?"

"Well..."

"So it really isn't very good!"

The moment Tights saw Roger's hesitant expression, she immediately knew that her writing was not very good.

"No, I just think your adventure story would be better if you added some philosophy to it!"

"Philosophy?"

"Like some reflections on life or something!"

Tights immediately smiled upon hearing that.

"I never expected you to understand philosophy at such a young age, Roger!"

Just then, Bulma walked over.

"Bulma!"

Roger smiled and greeted Bulma.

Bulma nodded.

"Bulma, have you finished making the Dragon Radar?"

"...No. I'm missing a material. If I had it, I'd have finished it ages ago!"

"What material?"

Upon hearing that, Bulma immediately described the material.

After listening, Roger immediately used Creation to produce a piece of ore.

"Is this the material you need?"

Bulma nodded emphatically.

"Roger, where did you get this material?"

"I made it!"

"You made it? But you didn't have anything. What did you use to make it?"

"I created it out of thin air. From a scientific perspective, I used particles in the air to make it!"

"Par... particles!"

"Yeah!"

"Impossible! You must be bluffing. How could anyone use particles in the air to create such a huge piece of ore?"