On Planet Namek.
This vibrant planet, however, seems to be shrouded in an inescapable aura of death!
Pfft.
An arm pierced right through his chest.
Blood dripped onto the scorched earth.
The Planet Namek elder let out a hoarse gasp, gripping the wrist tightly with both hands.
Moro looked down at the body hanging on his arm.
The elderly person's skin began to dry out rapidly.
His soul was forcibly pulled out by Moro, flowing down his arm and into Moro's mouth...
Moro stretched his neck.
" Namekian..."
Moro licked the remaining shards of light from the corner of his mouth and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Although it doesn't have any decent Power Level, this sweetness of life is surprisingly delicious!"
He turned around and stepped onto the scorched, cracked ground.
As far as the eye could see, the entire village had long since become a dead land.
Namekian corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the ground.
There were adults' and children's items.
But without exception, they had already lost their lives...
However, there was one person who still had vital signs but had lost consciousness.
The one being held captive by Seven-Three is Grand Elder Mulin.
Moro learned from the memories of the Namekian that if the Grand Elder died, the Dragon Ball would also disappear, so he immediately found the Grand Elder and took him into custody.
With a smile, Moro strode heavily toward the half-collapsed domed stone house in the center of the village.
A yellow bead, about the size of a basketball, was quietly floating above the stone platform.
Inside the bead, six bright red five-pointed stars refract a warm light.
The sixth one.
Moro stretched out his hand and grabbed the enormous Dragon Ball into his palm.
The heat emanating from the surface of the bead traveled along his fingertips to his nerves.
He closed his eyes, and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly twice.
"Found it."
Moro opened his eyes, a cruel gash splitting open at the corner of his mouth.
"There's only one left."
On the last remaining oasis on New Namek, the air was thick with the pungent smell of burnt and blood.
The crisscrossing cliffs and ravines have fragmented this small patch of greenery.
Monaito, hunched over, struggled to make her way through a group of wounded, battle-type Namekian.
Behind him was Dende, who was also walking with a limp.
Dende clutched the enormous Four-Star Dragon Ball tightly to his chest, his face filled with bewilderment and sorrow.
"Over here!"
Led by Monaito, they turned into a very secluded natural cave.
Deep within the cave, beneath a massive blackout net, lies a small, lightweight spaceship.
Monaito reached out, his hand trembling, and gently stroked the cold, smooth metal casing.
This ship... was Granolah's last possession.
The child, driven by hatred his entire life, finally exhausted the lifespan he had overdrawn by making the wish after failing to avenge himself against Frieza.
With Turles ' help, they found Granolah, who was too old to face him.
I accompanied him to the end of his life...
Granolah lay in his arms, her wrinkled face radiating an unprecedented tranquility...
Grandpa... please... live well for me...
The child's smile before he died seems like it was just yesterday.
Monaito's eyes became incredibly resolute.
He turned around, " Dende."
Dende froze on the spot, instinctively tightening his grip on the Dragon Ball.
He looked up in confusion, his lips moving slightly.
Elder Monaito?
Monaito offered no explanation, but stepped forward and extended his wrinkled, aged hands.
He took the heavy One-Star Dragon Ball from Dende's trembling arms.
"That guy can sense the location of the Dragon Ball."
"You can't leave while carrying the Dragon Ball..."
"That..."
Dende was about to speak, to say something, to argue, to beg to stay and fight together, or to face death together.
But Monaito didn't give him a chance to speak at all.
" Dende!"
A sharp shout interrupted Dende's thousand words.
Monaito's aged body stood ramrod straight at that moment.
"Remember this!"
His voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"Compared to the Dragon Ball, the Namekian absolutely cannot be wiped out here!"
"You represent more than just yourself! You represent our future and our hope!"
"Get out of here!"
The few remaining Namekian in combat mode shuddered. They looked at Dende, then at the old man clutching the Dragon Ball, preparing to die, and their eyes flashed with immense sorrow.
This is the Namekian's enduring will.
" Dende! This is our mission!"
Several soldiers stepped forward together!
They put Dende on the spaceship!
"Everyone..."
With Dende's final call, the hatch slammed shut.
Monaito simply stood there quietly, cradling the last Dragon Ball.
"Hatred and hope..."
"Which is more meaningful, the final chapter of life...?"
Under Monaito's watchful gaze, the spaceship carrying Dende slowly ascended into the air.
The vessel left behind after the departure of those who harbored hatred carries hope as it sails away...
The spaceship pierced through the thin clouds and hurtled straight into the dark depths of space.
Through the small porthole, Dende looked down at the green land.
Familiar villages and clear lakes shrank rapidly in view.
When the spacecraft passes through the atmosphere!
Without warning, the entire sky of New Namek was suddenly shrouded in a deep, boundless night!
"This... this is?!"
Dende's pupils contracted sharply.
He clung to the porthole, his heart pounding.
It's Porunga!
Elder Monaito... they...
Dende slammed both fists heavily onto the control panel in front of him.
This grief and indignation did not last long...
Immediately afterwards.
boom--!!!
An aura of utterly monstrous evil, capable of devouring the universe, erupted from the New Namek!
That aura transformed into a visible, deep purple energy storm that swept across the entire planet!
It even seemed to possess an evil aura that threatened to devour the entire universe!
Never!
Dende had never experienced such an evil aura before, one that could almost make one's whole body go limp just by looking at it!
Did that guy... make some terrible wish?
That enormous energy source, expanding to its limit, was like a giant lighthouse standing in the starry sky, frantically proclaiming its presence.
It is undoubtedly the brightest guide!
The rolling dark clouds dispersed, revealing a clear sky once more, and sunlight shone on the cracked, scorched earth.
In the heart of the scorched earth, Moro straightened his back.
His once hunched and withered torso had now swelled up completely, with his dark blue muscles bulging like rocks.
The curved goat horns on its head gleamed with an obsidian-like metallic sheen!
"Call..."
Moro slowly exhaled a breath of murky air, blowing away the robe that was falling off...
He turned his neck, and his joints made a series of rapid, cracking sounds.
"They arrived quite quickly."
A subtle smile appeared on Moro's lips.
"It seems that it is my wonderful power that has attracted you..."
He lowered his head, his fingers clenched tightly, and the veins on his arms throbbed violently like black snakes.
A surge of magic coursed through my veins—a feeling of fulfillment, a return to my prime.
On the open ground ahead...
A figure had appeared there without anyone noticing.
Moro twisted his wrist, his knuckles cracking.
"Very well, no matter how captivating a power may be, it still needs an object to be displayed to be truly meaningful."
"Will you be the best witness? I'm really looking forward to it..."
A few meters behind Moro, the pale blue crystal on Seven-Three's forehead flickered slightly.
The portrait of Grand Elder Mulin was quietly erased and replaced by the silhouette of a hedgehog-like alien covered in spikes.
A sharp, tearing sound, like fabric being ripped, came from the space behind them. A deep blue, twisted wormhole rapidly opened, revealing the cold, dark interior of the spaceship on the other side.
Seven-Three took a half step back, his body merging into the vortex of the wormhole.
As the wormhole closed and smoothed out, only the unconscious Grand Elder Mulin and the triumphant Moro remained on the devastated plain.
And opposite that figure with long, flowing black hair, a body covered in dark red fur, and a tail swaying slightly...