In the collection hall.
The wealthy man was still carefully holding the Two-Star Dark Dragon Ball.
He held a specially made velvet cloth in his hand and gently wiped the surface of the beads again and again.
His face was bulging with fat, his expression one of greed and intoxication.
This has become his greatest pleasure every day: sitting here alone, fantasizing about ruling the entire business galaxy after collecting all seven Dragon Ball.
"Snap--!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted outside the sealed room.
Kado shuddered.
The velvet cloth in her hand fell directly to the ground.
He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.
The special alloy door was now making a constant twisting and turning sound.
There was no explosion or flames.
There was no siren.
The entire door was forcibly torn open inward by an unseen, terrifying force.
Then it collapsed with a loud crash.
The huge metal block crashed onto the metal floor, causing the entire sealed room to shake violently.
The tycoon's face paled instantly, and his mind went blank.
Only he knew the password to that door.
The bodyguards and their men outside would never dare to break in without permission.
Two unfamiliar figures stepped out of the dust and smoke through the collapsed alloy door.
A woman was walking in front.
She wore a long black dress and held a staff in her hand.
Following behind was a white-haired man with a spiky hairstyle.
The tycoon suddenly pulled open a drawer, pulled out a large-caliber, high-tech energy pistol, and pointed it at the woman in front of him with trembling hands.
He struggled to keep his legs from shaking and roared at the top of his lungs.
Who are you?!
"How did you get in?!"
He tried to use his volume to mask his inner turmoil.
"Hands up! My security forces are outside! You're all dead!"
Towa merely turned her head slightly, her scarlet eyes sweeping over Kado.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly upwards.
A smile crept onto his face.
The external passageway of the collection.
People were lying haphazardly everywhere.
Those high-level security personnel, whom they had hired at great expense, were all lying on the ground, unconscious.
Towa and Mira walked out one after the other, calmly stepping over the mess on the ground.
The Two-Star Dark Dragon Ball that Kado treasured was now lying quietly in Towa's palm.
Mira followed behind, her heavy footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
He frowned slightly as he looked at the security personnel lying motionless on the ground around him.
He stopped and asked Towa a question in a cold tone.
" Towa."
Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?
"Wouldn't it be easier to just blow this place up, along with the entire planet, and leave?"
"That would be too conspicuous."
Towa's voice slowly rang out.
" With Moro in the open, he's our best shield."
The Galactic Patrol ' attention was completely drawn to him.
"At this critical juncture, we still have other Dragon Ball to find."
"If we were to cause a devastating disturbance on such a bustling commercial planet, it would immediately attract the attention of those cosmic law enforcement agencies."
Mira listened and nodded obediently, remaining silent.
Immediately afterwards, the two figures were completely enveloped by a dense mass of dark magic.
Space was slightly distorted.
The two vanished from the spot in an instant.
The next second.
A desolate, uninhabited planet.
There is no atmosphere here; the ground is covered with craters of all sizes.
Dead silence.
Towa and Mira appeared out of nowhere.
Mira looked around.
" Towa, are we going to the place where the next Dragon Ball is?"
Towa did not answer immediately.
She gently lifted the Two-Star Dark Dragon Ball in her palm and held it up to her eyes.
Inside the bead, two dark red stars were slowly drifting, emanating a faint evil aura.
She stared at the bead for a long time.
"We still need to do that guy a small favor..."
Towa put the Dragon Ball back into her palm.
She whirled around and raised the staff inlaid with skulls high in her hand.
Dark green magic power gathered wildly at the tip of the staff.
She suddenly swung her staff at the empty space in front of her.
"Sizzle--"
The sound of space being violently torn apart was extremely jarring.
Just like when she summoned Mira before.
A deep, dark gate to the Demon Realm, exuding a strong and ominous aura, slowly emerged on the surface of the desolate planet.
Strange runes were carved on the door frame, shimmering with an eerie green light.
Heavy footsteps echoed from deep within.
A burly figure stepped out from the gates of the Demon Realm.
His body was covered in bulging muscles and veins, and his skin was covered with hideous scars.
He was carrying an enormous long hammer.
The newly summoned Demon Realm warrior walked up to Towa and knelt on one knee.
" Towa!"
Towa looked down at the Demon Realm warrior.
" Gure, there's a task for you to complete."
"This Dragon Ball is yours!"
Having said that, Towa opened her palm.
Enveloped in dark magic, the Two-Star Dark Dragon Ball slowly floated towards Gure.
Gure extended his huge, rough hand.
I carefully caught the tiny bead.
He raised his head, his huge eyes gleaming with longing.
"What is it, Towa?"
"Let this universe... be even more chaotic."
A hint of confusion flashed in Gure's eyes, but he did not question it, and simply waited respectfully for what he would say next.
Earth, the West City.
In stark contrast to the conspiracies and deathly silence of the deep universe, this place is sunny, bustling, and vibrant.
The streets were bustling with traffic and people.
A tall man with an exaggerated afro was struggling to push his way forward through the crowded throng, carrying a huge, bulging backpack.
Excuse me! Please make way!
With a fawning smile on his face, he apologized while using his burly frame to clear a path.
The surrounding crowd, however, was like a solid block of iron, impossible to move.
"What do you mean 'let me have my way'?! Don't you understand the first-come, first-served rule?
The man with the afro was covered in sweat, but his face held a stubborn and hopeful air, as if he wouldn't give up until he hit a brick wall.
His target was that uniquely shaped building that shimmered in the sunlight not far ahead.
In the West City, where land is incredibly valuable, right next to the estate of the world's richest Capsule Corporation, stands a modern mansion that resembles a giant pink pudding.
The roof of the mansion also features several curved, tentacle-like decorations.
Its style is whimsical, yet it possesses a fairytale-like charm.
This is the " Buu's House," now renowned throughout the entire world.
Previously, the rampage of the undead in Hell plunged the entire Earth into annihilation.
Countless spirits poured out of Hell and wreaked havoc across the globe.
Majin Buu travels to every corner of the earth to fight off the spirits of the dead.
After the war, the name Majin Buu resounded throughout the Earth.
He naturally became a universally recognized superhero, enjoying unparalleled adoration and gratitude.
Seeing Buu's popularity on Earth, Turles decided to cater to his tastes and built him this highly personalized mansion next to the Capsule Corporation estate.
On the one hand, allowing Buu to stay on Earth legitimately would better protect Tights, Bulma, and the Saiyan children studying on Earth.
On the other hand, it is also the ultimate line of defense for protecting the Earth.
Since its construction, " Buu's House " has never been deserted.
Long police tape was put up outside the mansion to keep the frenzied crowd away.
Every day, large groups of people gather outside the cordon.
Some fans come simply because of the celebrity's influence to take photos.
More often, however, were martial artists from all over the world who genuinely admired Buu's power and wanted to become his disciples.
The man with the afro and huge backpack, Mr. Satan, was one of the people in the long line seeking apprenticeship.