Nameless Star—this place was desolate to the extreme.
The planet hung at the edge of the universe. The ground was covered in dark red gravel, while black rocks jutted from the earth like the spines of giant beasts, stretching all the way into the gray, hazy sky.
There was no wind, no water, not even a trace of life. Only deathly silence and emptiness kept each other company here.
But today, this land of death had suddenly gained a different flavor.
Two groups stood facing each other—on one side, the warriors of the Seventh Universe; on the other, Chen Feng, the Saiyan King who claimed to come from another universe.
No one drew a weapon, nor was there any smell of gunpowder in the air.
The atmosphere could not exactly be called tense. It was more fresh and strange, with everyone carrying a measure of curiosity, caution, and an indescribable respect.
Even the shadows cast by those black rocks seemed livelier than usual.
If anyone was going to break the silence first, it was definitely Son Goku.
He had never been one to sit still. This time, he practically skipped over to Chen Feng, his orange gi swaying with every step.
He did not speak right away. Instead, as though he were examining some rare curiosity, he circled Chen Feng once, his burning gaze inspecting him from head to toe—his shoulders, arms, stance, even the folds of his clothes.
Finally, he stopped directly in front of Chen Feng and raised a hand to scratch his unruly black spiky hair, his fingers brushing against it with a faint rustling sound.
He tilted his head, his face filled with the excitement and confusion of a child who had found a new toy.
His voice was loud and blunt, especially clear on the