The underworld, Other World.
Lord King Yemma, as massive as a small mountain, sat high above at his workstation.
He wore a huge pair of black-rimmed glasses, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his cheeks.
His thick beard was completely soaked with sweat.
Poor Lord King Yemma had been working overtime like this for more than a decade.
Forget working nine to nine, six days a week. For King Yemma, working around the clock, seven days a week, was routine.
After more than ten years of such intense work, King Yemma was on the verge of going mad.
Holding a stamp in his right hand and flipping through the deceased's information with his left, he stared helplessly at the endless sea of souls before him, his eyes bloodshot.
His job was to decide which souls belonged in Heaven and which belonged in Hell.
But there had been far too many souls over the past decade or so. Even working overtime around the clock every single day, Lord King Yemma could never clear the backlog.
The souls he was processing now had been waiting for several years.
There was nothing he could do. They were short-staffed.
Other World had far too few capable workers available.
So he had no choice but to recall all the staff stationed elsewhere, along with the temporary contractors.
They all helped shoulder the burden.
For instance, Fortuneteller Baba was currently maintaining order along the soul passage...
The workload kept growing, and the pressure kept mounting.
King Yemma did not even have time to cry.
He felt as though he had become a working machine devoid of all emotion.
Clumps of white souls stood in row after row, stretching as far as the eye could see.
But there were exceptions to everything.
Some cases required special treatment.
For example, those terrifying individuals who could retain their human forms even after entering Other World.
If he did not deal with them first, they would probably have torn the roof off King Yemma's Palace long ago.
The truly virtuous went to Heaven.
The truly wicked went to Hell.
Hmm, Lord King Yemma needed a moment to recall.
Those who had recently skipped the line to Hell included Bojack, Zangya, Gokua, Bujin, Bido, Android 17, and Android 18.
Going back further, there were Vegeta, Frieza, King Cold, and others...
Getting to Heaven was simple. They boarded a special train, and off it went, chugging away.
Going to Hell was far more complicated by comparison.
Souls bound for Hell first had to pass through a machine that washed away their evil aura. Only then could they enter Hell to receive their punishment.
Some utterly wicked souls could not be cleansed even after several trips through the machine.
Such evil individuals were generally sentenced to life imprisonment, condemned to languish in Hell forever, never to be reincarnated.
The evil aura washed out of them was collected in tanks and managed by dedicated staff.
Whenever those tanks filled up, they were replaced with new ones. Over time, soul cleansing had become a production line for the dead.
Working here was monotonous and dull.
In Hell.
Those utterly evil souls had ruled their own domains in life, and naturally, they were not about to become anyone else's lapdogs in death.
As a result, none of them would submit to anyone else.
And so, battles broke out in Hell every day.
These riots had persisted for over a year.
Rumble!
Several Energy Blasts slammed into the waters of the underworld, unleashing thunderous explosions.
Vast quantities of underworld water erupted and splashed everywhere, raining down across Hell.
Whenever this rain touched anyone, it corroded their soul and caused an intense, stabbing pain.
Countless imps caught in the rain let out agonized screams.
On a patch of ground, Frieza clenched his fists and glared furiously at the figures battling in the sky, his teeth grinding audibly.
"Ho ho ho, damned monkey! Damned Saiyan monkey, just die! Put your backs into it and kill him!"
In the sky, Goku displayed his tremendous power, battling Bojack's Crew five against one.
Thunderous booms rang out without pause, and Energy Blasts flew everywhere, throwing all of Hell into turmoil.
"Haaah!"
After testing them out, Goku instantly unleashed his Ki. Golden flames enveloped him, his hair turned blond, and his eyes turned green as he became a Super Saiyan. Then he swept a kick through the air straight at Bojack's head.
At the sight of Goku's transformation, Bojack's pupils rapidly contracted. The terror within him swelled so much that he forgot to dodge and took Goku's kick head-on.
Boom! Bojack was sent tumbling away and crashed into the underworld waters, throwing up a splash over ten meters high.
"Boss!" Gokua shouted, drawing the longsword from his back and slashing at Goku.
Zangya and Bido attacked Goku at the same time.
Bujin thrust both hands forward, attempting to restrain Goku with magic.
"Your techniques won't work on me," Goku said with a smile. Golden Ki poured from his hand as he caught Gokua's longsword outright.
At the same time, his other hand and one foot blocked Zangya's and Bido's attacks.
As for Bujin's restraint, it had no effect on him at all.
"Hah!" Goku shouted, releasing a powerful surge of Ki that blasted all four of them away.
The four tumbled through the air several times before barely managing to steady themselves.
Gokua stared at Goku in shock and asked, "Y-you... who exactly are you?"
That blond-haired, green-eyed appearance was far too familiar.
"I'm Goku!" Goku replied.
Bojack shot out of the underworld waters into the sky, panting as he stared at Goku, who looked like a golden god of war.
He, too, asked, "What's your relationship with that guy on Earth?"
"That guy on Earth? Oh, you mean Gohan?"
"I get it. He must have killed you. Gohan really is incredible. He's grown up into someone really strong now! Hahaha!" Goku scratched his head and laughed heartily.
"Gohan? That guy's name is Gohan?" Bojack asked, taken aback.
"That's right. He's my son," Goku said, placing his hands on his hips.
"Damn it, so that's it! No wonder you have the same golden transformation," Bojack said through gritted teeth, his gaze brimming with hatred as he stared at Goku.
"Hey, red-haired guy, since you've fought Gohan, how about fighting me too? I think you're probably the strongest one in Hell right now," Goku said, looking at Bojack.
The moment Goku said that, he provoked a wave of anger.
Frieza glared at him, his eyes filled with resentment.
Vegeta came charging out from somewhere and transformed into a Super Saiyan with a boom, though judging by his Ki, he was only at the initial stage of Super Saiyan 1.
"Kakarot, your opponent is me!" he declared angrily.
"Vegeta, I'll fight you in a bit. I want to fight this guy first," Goku said, pointing at Bojack.
"D-damn it, Kakarot! How dare you look down on me!!!" Veins bulged on Vegeta's forehead, and his golden aura flared even stronger as his rage soared.
"Vegeta, that's not what I meant. I just want to fight him first," Goku said, looking at him.
"Bastard! You damned Kakarot! Take this..." Furious, Vegeta accelerated and drove his fist hard toward Goku.
Goku raised his hand and blocked it easily.
At that same moment, a massive explosion rang out from deep within Other World.
Immediately afterward, pink smoke billowed out.
Everyone turned to look in confusion.
Only a moment later, an utterly evil Ki erupted, instantly sweeping across all of Other World.
And Vegeta, Frieza, Bojack, and the others discovered to their astonishment that the physical bodies they had lost had actually formed again.
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