Earth, the Kami's Lookout.
The door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was slowly pushed open.
The world behind the door made Tapion's eyes shine with wonder.
There is no sky, no earth, no sun, moon, or stars.
As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of pure white that was unsettling.
Tapion looked around, and the vast emptiness filled him with an unprecedented sense of awe, as if he had stepped into the end of the world.
Turles crossed his arms, his voice ringing out clearly in the silence.
"This is a completely isolated world, another world altogether."
"Furthermore, the flow of time here is completely different from outside. What takes us a year here is only a day outside!"
"A year... is only equal to one day?"
Tapion's face was filled with surprise, then as if he had thought of something, he immediately closed his eyes and carefully sensed his body.
"Here... I seem to vaguely sense that Hirudegarn's influence on me is diminishing significantly! That wicked feeling of being constantly watched has almost disappeared!"
"Really? Then it seems it might actually be having some effect."
Turles nodded; this outcome was within his expectations.
"This is another dimension, probably cut off from its connection with the other half of the outside world."
"If the time limit is exceeded, the export will be lost forever."
On the other side, not far away, two golden streaks of light collided impatiently.
"Ha!"
"Drink!"
Trunks and Son Goten transformed into two golden meteors, colliding wildly in mid-air, exchanging blows and creating deafening sonic booms.
Trunks feinted, his figure vanishing from his original spot in an instant, and then used his masterful Afterimage Technique to appear behind Goten, attempting to catch him off guard!
Son Goten reacted extremely quickly, unleashing a condensed Ki Wave with a backhand!
Using the powerful recoil, he instantly distanced himself from Trunks, then clasped his hands together at his waist, assuming a very familiar posture.
" Kamehameha!"
A beam of azure energy roared out!
Trunks was not to be outdone. He opened his arms, and golden energy gathered in his palms. A thick golden beam of light fiercely met the attack!
boom--!!!
Two terrifying energies collided violently in mid-air, stirring up clouds of dust and sending out a violent shockwave.
Turles had already explained their mission here to them beforehand.
Before Fusion, solidify the strength of each individual entity as much as possible!
Then, by Fusion what you've learned, you can put it to good use!
Tapion was deeply moved as he watched the two small figures sweating profusely and giving their all to become stronger.
He didn't waste this precious time; he sat cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes in the absolute silence.
After leaving the two kids to continue sparring, Turles didn't stay inside any longer and turned to head straight for the exit.
"Let's go, let's get out."
"Get out... out?" Tapion was taken aback.
Turles explained.
"A person can only stay in this place for a maximum of two years in their lifetime, which is equivalent to two days in the outside world."
"It's better to keep this time just in case..."
Turles led Tapion out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
In order to find a way to deal with or control Hirudegarn, Turles, along with Tapion, embarked on their journey to Earth.
At the top of Korin Tower above the clouds, Korin the Korin merely glanced at Tapion and saw through the darkness lurking within him.
It shook its head helplessly, its small eyes filled with seriousness.
"That evil energy is too vast and too ancient; my elixir has no effect on it."
After leaving Korin Tower, the two arrived at a deserted island in the vast ocean.
Kame House ).
As Turles and Tapion descended from the sky, an elderly man wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt was sitting on a beach chair in front of the house, engrossed in a brightly colored magazine with a lewd smile on his lips.
But the moment they landed, he slammed the magazine shut.
The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an unusually serious expression.
After listening to Tapion's story, Master Roshi spent half a day studying the Turtle School's method of cultivating the mind and body with the two of them.
"Master Mutaito did indeed have a move specifically designed to deal with evil back in the day."
Having finished his training, Master Roshi, facing Turles's question, stood with his hands behind his back, pondered for a long time, and then slowly spoke.
That move is called -- ' Evil Containment Wave '.
"But that technique can only seal evil within a container; it cannot completely eliminate it over a long period of time."
"Sealing it off is not a long-term solution."
Turles shook his head, immediately rejecting the proposal.
"Moreover, they want to seal Tapion along with him. How is that any different from the current situation?"
"That's true..."
Master Roshi stroked his white beard and also felt that this method only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.
He frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had remembered something.
"Go find my sister, the Fortuneteller Baba!"
"Perhaps she possesses some ancient secret technique..."
Guided by Master Roshi, Turles and Tapion did not linger and flew straight towards the other side of the continent.
There stood a palace with an extremely bizarre and extravagant style.
The palace of the Fortuneteller Baba.
As the two descended from the sky and landed steadily on the plaza in front of the palace, which was covered with strange runes, a vampire-like man wearing a pointed hat and a black robe emerged from the shadows.
With a stiff, formulaic smile on his face, he was about to announce the two paths to his visitor, following the age-old tradition: either pay enough for the divination or defeat his five warriors.
He had barely opened his mouth, before he could even utter the word "joy," when an aged voice echoed from deep within the palace.
"Step back."
Immediately afterwards, a short old woman wearing a pointed wizard's hat, sitting on a crystal ball, slowly floated out.
It was the Fortuneteller Baba.
The Fortuneteller Baba had lived for hundreds of years and had connections even in the Other World, having seen all sorts of powerful figures.
He also appeared rather reserved and formal at that moment.
"Gulp."
The Fortuneteller Baba swallowed hard, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead.
"Two... two esteemed guests, may I ask what brings you here?"
Turles gestured to Tapion beside him.
Tapion understood, stepped forward, and recounted in detail his thousand-year entanglement with the Phantom Majin Hirudegarn, as well as the predicament he was currently facing.
As Tapion continued his narration, the Fortuneteller Baba's expression grew increasingly grave.
This terrifying monster...
"Perhaps... we can give it a try."
After a long while, the Fortuneteller Baba finally made up her mind. She raised her head, her expression extremely serious.
"I possess an ancient secret technique that I learned in my youth from the ruins of a vanished magical civilization."
"This secret technique itself has no offensive power, but it can... enhance certain items possessing magical powers, greatly amplifying the item's inherent effects."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tapion's eyes lit up instantly.
He took out his old-fashioned Piccolo, which he never parted with, from his waist.
The Hero's Flute!