As for the true creator god of the Dragon Ball world...
Son Gohan could think of no one else. It had to be that old man.
Unable to get back to sleep anyway, Son Gohan rested his chin in his hand and sank into thought.
Lord Zalama said the true source of destruction wasn't the Black Mists, but something even older and more mysterious.
The universe's will to destroy? The essence of destruction?
Why would something like that come into existence? Did it emerge to destroy this world?
Drawing on the tropes of various novels he remembered from his previous life, along with his extensive education as a veteran armchair philosopher, he pondered the matter.
The explanation Son Gohan could come up with was that this world's creator god had already kicked the bucket.
That had allowed all sorts of disruptive forces to emerge.
They wanted to drag the entire world into the grave with them.
See? What an outrageous yet perfectly reasonable theory.
Then again, all of this was nothing more than his own imagination running wild.
It still needed to be verified!
And that higher world, and the lost essence of creation... what are they? How can I reach that higher world?
Hmm, this so-called higher world is probably beyond those boundless Black Mists. But getting through the Black Mists is a huge problem in itself, and with my current strength, I might not be able to break through the barrier of a higher-dimensional world.
There's another problem, too. Once the barrier to the outside is broken, the Black Mists will definitely pour in even faster.
Son Gohan rubbed his brow, feeling as though his brain was about to turn to mush.
"Gohan, what's wrong? Can't sleep?"
Videl's soft, sleepy voice came from behind him.
Her supple arms