Moro stared into the pair of scarlet eyes before him.
Memories that had been dormant in my mind for countless years were suddenly torn open.
At that time.
That was during the time when Moro was at the height of his power.
The name of the Planet-Eater makes it absolutely the number Number One super demon in the entire universe.
Wherever he went, that place became a dead zone.
That day.
Moro chose a vibrant planet.
I'm about to slowly enjoy my "delicious meal".
The woman in front of him, however, presumptuously appeared out of nowhere and tried to forcibly interrupt his eating.
This woman's goal was not to save the life on this planet at all.
Rather, it's the Dragon Ball he currently holds.
But what kind of person was Moro at that time?
He considered all the matter and energy of the entire planet as his private property; trying to forcibly take things from a powerful Planet-Eater was simply a pipe dream.
What happened next was entirely predictable.
The woman not only failed to obtain the Dragon Ball, but was also easily defeated and sealed away deep within the sunless mountain.
At first, Moro didn't kill him; it was purely out of curiosity.
He wanted to figure out why this woman was so desperate to get her hands on the black bead with dark red stars inside. He planned to seal it away first and then decide whether to let her live or die once he had a clear understanding of the bead's contents.
But later... Moro's plan completely failed.
Before he could even study the bead, he was besieged by the Grand Supreme Kai and a group of Supreme Kai.
Ultimately, his magic was sealed by the Grand Supreme Kai, who, unable to kill him completely, could only throw him into the Galactic Patrol's prison.
Time has passed, and now he has finally escaped his predicament.
For the past five years, he has been extremely cautious, choosing only remote, desolate planets to absorb energy in an attempt to recover.
During this time, the rumors about the Planet Namek " Dragon Ball " that circulated in the universe finally awakened his memories from millions of years ago, bringing him back to this place.
The woman, draped in a tattered black dress, straightened up from the coffin, her crimson eyes fixed on her enemy.
Her figure suddenly blurred.
Transforming into a black lightning bolt that tore through the darkness, its murderous intent surged straight for Moro's throat!
Faced with this deadly attack, Moro neither dodged nor evaded, but simply raised his right hand casually.
The woman's wrist was firmly gripped by Moro's palm.
That violent momentum came to an abrupt halt.
Moro flicked his wrist slightly.
An immense, unparalleled force traveled through the woman's arm.
The woman let out a painful groan as she was thrown away by the force.
Moro flicked his hand, the movement casual.
He looked down at the woman struggling to climb out of the pit.
"Your strength is still so weak."
The woman's face grew even more somber.
Just as she was about to continue her desperate fight...
Moro slowly opened his left hand.
The Dark Dragon Ball, radiating an eerie and malevolent aura, lay quietly in his palm, bathed in a faint, ghostly green light.
Don't be nervous.
Moro's voice calmed down, yet it carried a demonic quality that struck straight to the soul.
"I'm not here to fight you this time."
He took two steps forward and stopped at the edge of the pit.
He held up the Dark Dragon Ball in his hand and showed it to the woman below.
"Is this what you wanted?"
Do you want it?
"How about we make a deal...?"
The woman slowly straightened up.
She raised her hand and gracefully patted the pebbles and dust that clung to her skirt.
Those scarlet eyes were fixed on Moro's outstretched palm.
That jet-black bead, emanating an ominous aura.
From his vantage point above, Moro caught the fleeting glimpse of emotion in her eyes.
He moved the Dragon Ball in his hand forward another half inch.
Her voice carried an irresistible allure.
"What's wrong? Don't you want this anymore?"
Moro spoke calmly.
"Is this called Dragon Ball?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman finally raised her face slightly.
When Moro actually called out the true name of this strange bead, a slightly surprised look flashed in his eyes.
Seeing this, Moro knew that the chip he had thrown out had precisely hit the opponent's weak spot.
He continued speaking with confidence.
"There should be more than one Dragon Ball."
As he spoke, he held the Dragon Ball up to his eyes to examine it closely.
Using the eerie green light emanating from the surrounding rock walls, five dark red stars could be clearly seen slowly drifting inside the bead.
The tone was confident.
"At least... there are five."
"If you collect all the Dragon Ball, any wish can come true..."
"Is that right? I'm not wrong, am I?"
Moro opened his arms, looked around at the dark and gloomy space that had suppressed them for countless years, and let out a heartfelt sigh.
"What a magical bead... Who could possibly ignore it?"
His fanatical expression made no attempt to conceal his extreme desire to achieve his wish.
Seeing Moro's expression, the woman finally spoke slowly.
A barely perceptible, cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"To grant a wish using the Dragon Ball... a specific summoning incantation is required..."
She paused, her tone now carrying a hint of mockery and self-assurance.
"Therefore, the Dragon Ball are useless in your hands..."
Upon hearing this, Moro merely chuckled softly.
The low, guttural laughter echoed in the eerie underground space, sounding particularly chilling.
He began to suppress the longing he had for the Dragon Ball.
"I don't need to know the spell!"
Moro suddenly clenched his five fingers, tightly gripping the Dark Dragon Ball in his palm.
His gaze was like a tangible, sharp blade, fixed on the woman below.
"All I need to do is confirm that you really need it, and that's enough!"
Without giving the woman any chance to refuse, Moro directly pointed out her core value.
"I remember you have a very special ability... to summon Dark Warrior out of thin air."
"Right now, I need a helper like you!"
Upon hearing this, the woman's scarlet eyes instantly flashed with an unusual light.
She clearly hadn't expected Moro to offer such generous terms.
Are you sure?
She blurted it out instinctively.
Only now did the woman begin to re-examine her formidable nemesis in a more formal manner.
Her gaze swept unabashedly over Moro's body, which had not yet fully recovered to its ancient peak state.
From that still faint trace of weakness, to that imposing but far less powerful physique than the legendary, sky-covering figure.
Having seen through Moro's current predicament, the woman couldn't help but curl a smile of undisguised sarcasm into her lips.
"I see..."
"This once-renowned Planet-Eater seems to have lost some of its former glory..."
She took a step forward, emerging from the shadows of the pit.
He pressed on with a mocking tone, as if he were watching a good show.
"Is it because I'm getting old? Or did I suffer some setback somewhere?"
Moro remained silent.
In the end, he forcibly suppressed his emotions and did not refute them.
A woman knows when to stop.
She crossed her arms and stared coldly at Moro.
"Tell me about it first."
"At the very least, I need to know what it is..."