The Planet Turles.
The rooftop terrace of the central command tower.
A fierce wind howled past, whipping up Turles ' dark red cloak.
He pressed one hand against the cold metal railing, looking down at the area below.
Inside the enormous spaceport, the roar of engines was deafening.
Rows of heavy, jet-black interstellar warships rose from the ground.
Emits of eerie blue plasma tail flames as they swarm into the boundless sea of stars.
The countless warships formed a steel torrent.
This is the most elite peacekeeping force in Frieza Force today.
Merus stood half a step to Turles' side, silently watching the spectacular fleet departure below.
The prepared plea for help was completely stuck in my throat.
"I was already prepared when you went back."
Turles did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the departing warships.
"The garrison forces of all major star systems have been deployed."
"That guy, Jaco, reported the whole mess at your headquarters half an hour ago."
Merus paused for a moment.
He hadn't expected Frieza Force to react so quickly.
This efficiency far surpasses the chaotic meeting hall at the Galactic Patrol Headquarters.
Turles turned around and leaned against the railing.
"In terms of intelligence networks and execution capabilities, Frieza Force is far more effective than your Galactic Patrol."
He looked Merus up and down.
His tone was full of teasing.
"But I'm very curious."
"What kind of monstrous creatures are locked up in your Galactic Patrol Organization's prisons?"
"Can something make you this serious?"
Merus's expression gradually darkened.
He ignored Turles's teasing.
" Moro."
He uttered two words.
Turles raised an eyebrow.
A name I've never heard of before.
He quickly searched his mind, but found no information about this name, neither in his memories of his past life nor in his experiences in this one.
Seeing Turles ' reaction, Merus knew he didn't understand.
"A demon that has been imprisoned since the most distant ancient times."
Merus kept his voice very low.
"Back then, he had a more imposing title— the Planet-Eater."
" Planet-Eater? That sounds intimidating."
"Turles murmured."
Merus walked to the railing and stood facing the same direction as Turles, their gazes also fixed on the steel city below.
"This is no bluff, Turles."
"That's the most fitting description of him."
" Moro loves to seek out most are planets brimming with life and teeming with vitality. And then..."
Merus paused, seemingly searching for the right word.
"... devour."
"He will absorb all the life energy of the entire planet, along with the energy of all living beings on it, and make it all his own."
Turles raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.
Seeing Turles ' reaction, Merus knew he had grasped the seriousness of the situation.
He went on to add.
"Furthermore, if he is extremely hungry, or in a state where he needs to replenish his energy quickly..."
"In just a moment, it can drain the life force of an entire planet, along with all living beings on it... and even the surrounding star systems... will suffer..."
"In a sense, even you now... if you faced him at his peak... might not be so easy to deal with..."
"And... he can also rapidly, effectively, and continuously grow stronger during battle by constantly consuming more energy!"
This is a very high evaluation.
Hearing it from Merus's mouth carries even more weight.
After listening, Turles fell into a brief moment of thought.
It can continuously grow stronger by absorbing other things...
This guy with explosive growth potential reminded him of another figure.
Majin Buu!
You can become stronger by absorbing your opponents or by turning your enemies into food.
The one called Moro sounds more direct and more brutal.
But he had absolutely no recollection of the title " Planet-Eater," neither from his memories of his past life nor from what he had seen and heard in this one.
An ancient demon whose name has never been recorded in history?
In Turles' heart, a genuine sense of vigilance finally arose regarding this unknown and formidable enemy.
However, he quickly grasped the key point.
"Since this guy is so unreasonable..."
Turles turned around, crossed his arms, and looked at Merus with a leisurely air.
"Then I'm even more curious."
"Back in the day, you Galactic Patrol were like... um, an organization."
He paused deliberately, his disdainful gaze seeming to say, "You're a complete weakling."
"How exactly did they manage to subdue him and put him in jail?"
"Could it be that you made the move?"
Faced with Turles's undisguised curiosity, Merus remained unusually silent.
He didn't answer immediately, but turned his head and looked back at the distant starry sea.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke.
"This problem... actually, someone else brought him down."
"We can talk on the way."
On the way?
Turles raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled.
Where to go?
Merus didn't turn around; he simply gazed silently at the deep universe.
Then, he uttered two words softly.
"Earth."
An extremely prosperous commercial planet.
Neon lights intertwine to form a dazzling ocean between towering skyscrapers, constantly shuttling along aerial tracks, outlining the hustle and bustle and extravagance of this city that never sleeps.
In the very heart of the city stands a private museum entirely constructed of a special alloy.
This place is known as a "fortress that even light cannot escape," with the highest level of security on the entire planet.
The owner of the collection is an obese, blue-skinned alien.
Dressed in luxurious attire adorned with various rare gemstones, he was surveying his "empire" with a look of utter contentment.
Inside the museum, rare and precious treasures from all over the universe are displayed in a categorized manner.
Each exhibit is enveloped in a visible, deadly web of high-density energy lasers.
Surrounded by a group of heavily armed and imposing senior security personnel, the blue-skinned tycoon proudly admired his collection, his face beaming with undisguised satisfaction.
The wealthy man toured the place with great satisfaction.
Next, we came to a seemingly smooth and clean metal wall.
A fanatical glint flashed in his eyes as he extended his finger and gently pressed a very hidden spot on the wall.
"Drop--"
"Identity verification... Illumination scan... Genetic matching..."
Accompanied by a series of cumbersome electronic verification sounds, the thick wall silently cracked open with a barely audible "click," slowly revealing an exquisitely crafted cubicle.
The gate slowly opened.
Inside, there was only a single black bead lying quietly on the velvet cushion.
Inside the bead, two dark red stars emitted a faint, eerie red glow.
The wealthy man carefully held the Two-Star Dark Dragon Ball, his eyes filled with fascination.
He obtained this bead by chance on an abandoned planet when he was young.
At first, he didn't know what it was.
It was only because of its unique texture, and the fact that no amount of damage could leave a trace on its surface, that he collected it as a rare collectible.
Later, rumors about "the magical wishing beads on Planet Namek that can grant any wish" spread wildly throughout the universe.
The wealthy man carefully stroked the smooth surface of the bead.
When he compared the beads in his hand with the rumors, and saw that they were remarkably similar to the descriptions in the rumors, he immediately found them rare and precious.
He treasured it and immediately ordered it to be moved to this most heavily guarded secret room, raising its security level to the highest level.
It's just a pity.
Even now, despite spending a fortune and utilizing all his connections and intelligence networks, he still can't obtain any information about the other Dragon Ball besides this Dragon Ball...
Little did they know, right outside this private collection, which they considered impregnable, lay...
Two figures quietly appeared on the rooftop of a skyscraper not far away.
A man and a woman stood quietly in the night breeze atop the high-rise building.
The woman wore a long black dress, and her scarlet eyes held an eerie beauty.
It was Towa received the gift of Moro's energy.
Standing beside Towa was a pale-skinned man with a white, spiky hairstyle.
He crossed his arms, his face expressionless, emanating an aura of unfathomable coldness.
Towa's eyes seemed to pierce through the barriers of the buildings, precisely locking onto the Two-Star Dark Dragon Ball held in the palm of a wealthy man's hand in the secret chamber of the collection below.
She casually waved her wand.
Mira.
"Let's take back what belongs to us."
Mira lowered her head slightly.
"Yes, Lady Towa."