Namek's three blazing suns still cast their pale light overhead.
Chen He set the Dragon Ball he had just hauled up from deep within a mud pool onto the ground. With that, the sixth giant sphere was now lined up steadily among the rubble. Sunset-orange light intertwined over the green grass.
At his feet, the dark-gold gravity suit was already covered in scorched black scratches. After taking out several Frieza Force search points in a row, Chen He was starting to feel worn down.
"Beep, beep—"
On the radar, the final green dot belonging to the Grand Elder's stronghold was flickering faintly.
"Chen He! Goku! Can you hear me?!"
Inside his mind, King Kai's voice suddenly exploded out, somewhat out of control, even carrying a sharp, trembling edge. The little old man who was usually so carefree on King Kai's Planet now had a voice filled with fear that sank all the way into the bones.
"Don't go any deeper! That guy called Frieza... he's not someone you can fight! Listen to me and leave Namek right now! That guy... that guy is the nightmare of the entire galaxy!!"
Listening to King Kai's shuddering voice, which was almost on the verge of tears, Chen He did not even lift his eyelids. He only stared at the radar with those pitch-black eyes and replied hoarsely, "Lord King Kai, if we retreat now, there won't be a second Piccolo in the underworld to keep Earth alive."
He understood that fear all too well. Before the absolute might of a cosmic power, even King Kai would instinctively kneel. But he, Chen He, was a transmigrator, a gambler who had been betting with every step. One step back, and behind him lay an abyss of eternal damnation.
And above a valley not far away,