The flames of war still raged on Planet Namek, but the focus of the scene was entirely on the bizarre father-son infighting.
Whitley, Bulma, and Whis sat in a row, cracking sunflower seeds provided by Bulma and sipping black tea courtesy of Whis, watching with great interest as King Cold and Cooler tried to backstab each other while also attempting to "help" Goku attack the other.
Goku was left dizzy and frustrated by their "enthusiastic" help, scratching his head in annoyance.
He just wanted a good fight with an evenly matched opponent. Why was it so difficult? Were these two going to fight properly or not?!
"Hey! You two!"
Goku finally couldn't take it anymore. He leaped backward out of the battle, pointing angrily at the two who were still engaged in their "fatherly and filial" brawl. "If you two keep this up, I'm going to get serious!"
However, King Cold and Cooler only glanced at him before attacking each other even more ferociously. The temptation of the Dragon Balls and their mutual resentment had clearly gone to their heads, and they couldn't be bothered with this "spoiler" of a Saiyan.
"Damn it! They're ignoring me!"
Goku was genuinely angry now. He took a deep breath, and his eyes sharpened.
"HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Along with a roar, a golden aura erupted from Goku's body like a volcano!
His black hair instantly turned a brilliant gold and stood on end, his turquoise eyes burning with a serious flame.
But his aura was different from Vegeta's violent presence!
After reaching its peak, the massive golden ki wave around Goku actually began to recede inward, becoming like a calm sea, unfathomable yet containing even more terrifying power.
The aura he emitted became extremely condensed and stable, without a single shred of waste.
Down below, Whitley's eyebrows shot up in surprise upon seeing this, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
He shouted up to the sky, "Not bad, kid! You actually mastered 'Full Power' without me knowing? Looks like you didn't slack off after I taught you!"
Hearing Whitley's praise, Goku scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, and chuckled. "Not really, it was all because of the ki control method you taught me before, Whitley. I just slowly became like this on my own."
Goku's sudden transformation and his nonchalant conversation with Whitley below finally made the warring King Cold and Cooler pause their fight.
King Cold, panting heavily, looked at the unfathomably powerful Goku with suspicion, then glanced at Cooler, who seemed to still have energy to spare, and was secretly alarmed. 'Another Super Saiyan?! And this bastard son of mine, Cooler...'
Cooler shook his slightly numb arm and looked at his father mockingly. "Hmph, Father, it seems you've really gotten old. You're already tired from just this?"
He turned his gaze to Goku, his scarlet eyes filled with gravity and a hint of excitement. "I didn't expect you to be a Super Saiyan as well. Hehe, very interesting! It seems... I no longer need to hold back and can use my true full power!"
"What?!"
King Cold was aghast, looking at Cooler in disbelief. "The power you have now isn't your full power? You've been deceiving me all this time?!"
"Deceiving you?"
Cooler let out a low, mocking laugh. He cracked his neck, and his bones made a series of "kaka" sounds. "Father, I don't think you know, do you? I'm different from that failure, Frieza. My transformations... I have one more than he does!"
"AHHH!!! HRAAAAAAAGH—!!!!!!"
Cooler suddenly let out a heaven-shaking roar! A dark red, blood-like viscous aura erupted from his body, instantly overwhelming his original ki!
In this terrifying scarlet aura, Cooler's body underwent a shocking metamorphosis!
His skin was quickly covered by a hard outer shell, pale as bone and gleaming with a metallic luster!
His form also seemed to become taller and more ferocious.
Most strikingly, three sharp, curved, bone-white horns violently pierced upward from the sides of his head!
His eyes turned completely blood-red, with no whites to be seen, leaving only pure tyranny and the desire to kill!
An aura far more terrifying and evil than even Frieza's 100% power or Goku's current state swept across all of Namek like a tsunami!
The earth began to moan, and the sky seemed to be tinged with a faint shade of blood!
"Urgh..."
Far away on the other side of the planet, in his room atop the mountain, the Grand Elder, already on the brink of death, was violently jolted awake by this sudden, extreme evil ki.
His cloudy eyes struggled to look up at the ceiling, as if he could see through the rock to the terrifying source of energy outside. His dry lips trembled slightly, letting out a barely audible sigh. "S-so terrifyingly evil... It seems... the Dragon Balls can no longer help you... Everything... from now on... I must entrust to you... ahem... Lord... G-God... of... Destruc... tion..."
After speaking these last words, the light in the Grand Elder's eyes completely faded.
His head fell limply, his already weak breath slowly ceased, and his body began to stiffen.
The mountain wind whimpered as it passed through his giant conch-shell house, bringing with it a dead silence.
The leader of Planet Namek, the benevolent and wise elder, passed away amidst the evil aura that spread from the distant battlefield.
At almost the same moment the Grand Elder's life faded!
On the battlefield, the seven Dragon Balls that had been placed at Whis's feet seemed to sense the departure of their creator.
The gentle orange glow on their surface rapidly dimmed. As if losing their life, their color visibly turned gray and rough.
Finally, with a faint "crack," they completely turned into seven unremarkable, grayish-white stones...
Nail, who was about to rush up to help Goku, stopped abruptly. He looked in disbelief at the stones that had lost all their luster, his pupils shrinking.
"This... this is?!"
His whole body trembled violently, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, and he fell to his knees with a "thud."
Immense grief welled up in his heart, causing him to let out a heart-wrenching cry, "Grand Elder—!!!"
Dende, at his side, also saw the petrified Dragon Balls. His small face instantly turned deathly pale, and tears rolled down like broken strings of pearls.
He whimpered, his voice full of helplessness and sorrow, "G-Grand Elder... sob... Grand Elder..."
Whitley looked at the seven stones and sighed softly.
He naturally understood what this meant.
That respectable Namekian elder had finally passed away.
His gaze turned back to the sky, to Cooler, who had completed his final transformation and whose power had skyrocketed to a startling level.
And... next to him, King Cold, who looked utterly horrified, as if seeing his son for the first time.
Cooler, having completed his final transformation, felt the unprecedented power surging within him and let out an arrogant laugh. "Hahaha! Do you feel it, Father?! This is my true power! My battle power now exceeds 470 million! That failure, Frieza, isn't even worthy of being my subordinate!"
His blood-red eyes locked onto the composed Goku, and he sneered, "Super Saiyan? Let's see how long you can last against me!"
Before he finished speaking, his grotesque body shot forward with a series of sonic booms, appearing in front of Goku in an instant!
A fist covered in bone armor smashed down at a speed that surpassed vision!
Goku's expression changed, and he crossed his arms to block!
BANG!!!
With a dull thud, Goku was sent flying back a hundred meters like he had been struck by a meteor, his arms tingling with numbness!
"S-such incredible power!"
Goku shook his arms, his eyes becoming even more serious!
He immediately powered up and charged forward again, engaging Cooler in a fierce battle.
But this time the tables had turned. Goku was completely at a disadvantage, able to barely hold his own only through his agile movements and the endurance of his Full Power state. Every clash was exceptionally difficult.
On the other side, the battle between Vegeta and Frieza was also nearing its end.
Vegeta, who had completely mastered the power of a Super Saiyan, grew stronger as he fought. His golden aura was wild and violent, beating the 100% power Frieza to the point where he could only defend, completely unable to fight back. Victory was imminent.
"Sigh..."
Whitley looked at the chaotic battlefield and sighed again.
He patted Bulma's little head beside him.
Bulma looked up at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Whitley didn't answer, just slowly stood up from his chair.
He took a step, and his figure vanished from its spot! The next moment, he appeared high in the sky, right in front of Vegeta, who was about to deliver the final blow to Frieza.
Smack!
With a light sound, Whitley's hand accurately grabbed the wrist Vegeta was about to swing.
"Whitley?! What do you think you're doing?!"
His attack interrupted, Vegeta was instantly enraged. His golden aura surged wildly, and he desperately tried to wrench his wrist free from Whitley's grasp.
Whitley shook his head, and with his other hand, he bent a finger and flicked Vegeta on the forehead.
Thunk!
With a dull sound, Vegeta felt an irresistible force that sent him staggering back several meters, almost falling from the sky. The aura around him was dissipated by more than half from that single flick.
"You...!"
Vegeta was both shocked and furious. After stabilizing himself, he was about to curse, but Whitley was no longer looking at him.
Under Frieza's horrified gaze, Whitley's hand seemed to cross space and distance, landing on his head!
The next moment, Whitley's figure blurred again. He teleported with Frieza in his grasp, appearing in front of Goku, who was being suppressed by Cooler.
In the same fashion, he effortlessly grabbed Cooler's狰狞 wrist as it shot towards Goku, holding it like an iron clamp, preventing Cooler from attacking.
"Wh-...?!"
A flash of astonishment crossed Cooler's blood-red eyes. He tried to struggle, but found that his power, capable of destroying planets, had no effect against that seemingly casual grip!
Whitley swung his arm and, as if throwing out trash, violently flung Cooler and the still-dazed Frieza towards the spectating King Cold in the distance!
With a loud bang, the two were completely unable to control their bodies and crashed into King Cold like two cannonballs.
The father and two sons were instantly sent tumbling together in the air.
After they finally stabilized themselves, all three faces were filled with shock and uncertainty.
Whitley then looked at the heavily panting, sweat-drenched Goku, nodded at him, and said in a calm tone, "You okay?"
Goku wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had been struggling, but his eyes were still bright. "I'm fine! He's so strong! But I'll definitely win!"
Seeing Goku's unyielding spirit, Whitley chuckled.
Just then, Vegeta also flew over angrily, practically pointing at Whitley's nose and roaring, "You! What do you think you're doing?! Didn't we agree that Frieza was mine?! How dare you steal Prince Vegeta's opponent!"
Whitley raised a hand to cut off his roar, his gaze sweeping over Goku and Vegeta as he said faintly, "I'll take it from here. This farce... is over."
"Why should you take it?!" Vegeta was about to go crazy, his golden aura erupting uncontrollably again. "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this day?! I have to kill that bastard Frieza with my own hands!!"
Goku also scratched his head. Although not as agitated as Vegeta, he also said, "Yeah, Whitley, that Cooler guy is strong, but I still want to fight him some more!"
Whitley looked at the two battle-hungry fighters, smiled, and appeased them. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunities to fight stronger opponents in the future. But today..."
His gaze turned to the still-shaken trio of Frost Demons in the distance, his eyes turning slightly cold. "I'm not in a good mood, and I want to stretch my legs a bit."
He ignored Vegeta's "I'll fight you if you steal my kill" expression and turned to face Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold.
He cleared his throat, his voice not loud, but it carried clearly across the entire battlefield. "Hey, you three over there, listen up."
Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold all looked at him simultaneously, their eyes filled with vigilance, anger, and a barely perceptible trace of fear.
The way Whitley had just effortlessly subdued Cooler and Frieza was simply too horrifying.
"My name is Whitley," Whitley introduced himself calmly. "Currently... I'm something of a candidate God of Destruction."
The words "candidate God of Destruction" struck Frieza's heart like a bolt of lightning!
"Wh-...?! G-God of Destruction?!" Frieza's face instantly turned as white as paper, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He shot his head down to look at Whis, who was still elegantly sipping tea below.
A terrifying figure, long forgotten and buried deep in his memory, instantly overlapped with Whis!
"N-no wonder! No wonder that broom-head looked so familiar! He... he was with Lord Beerus back then!!!"
Frieza's voice became shrill and distorted from extreme fear. A great panic washed over him like a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone.
The time Lord Beerus had defeated him with a casual flick was still his greatest nightmare!
And this person before him was another God of Destruction?! But he said he was... a candidate?
Although Cooler and King Cold's understanding of "God of Destruction" was not as deep as Frieza's, seeing Frieza's loss of composure and the inherent pressure of the word "God" set off alarm bells in their hearts, and their expressions turned incredibly ugly.
Whitley ignored their shock and continued, "The three of you have rampaged through the universe, destroyed civilizations, sold planets... your sins are too numerous to count. Of course, that's not normally my business, and I couldn't be bothered."
His tone shifted, and a smile that seemed gentle but was chilling to the bone appeared on his face. "But, right now, I'm a little annoyed looking at you, I'm not in a good mood, and I suddenly feel like hitting someone to stretch my legs. So..."
He raised a hand, pointing at the horrified trio of Frost Demons, and announced, word by word, his voice clear, "You three—grit your teeth!!!"
"HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As if to confirm his words, an indescribable and terrifying energy suddenly erupted from Whitley's body!
The golden aura was no longer the brilliant light of Goku and Vegeta's, but a deeper, more violent aura that seemed to contain endless destruction. It shot into the sky, as if connecting heaven and earth!
"RUMBLE—!!!!"
The entire planet of Namek trembled violently! The ground cracked wildly, huge fissures spreading like abysses! Distant mountain ranges collapsed in droves, the seas surged backwards, and the sky was filled with dark clouds and lightning, as if the end of the world had arrived!
Vegeta stared dumbfounded at Whitley, feeling the terrifying aura that was far beyond his comprehension. His mind went blank.
He even forgot his anger at having his kill stolen, leaving only boundless shock. 'What... what is this power?! A Super Saiyan... how can he be this strong?!'
Goku was also shocked, but more than that, he was excited and full of admiration. He shouted with shining eyes, "Wow! You're so amazing, Whitley! You've been hiding this much power!!! This is awesome!"
Down below, however, Whis shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Ohohoho~ a little bit over the top, Whitley-san."
After the destructive golden aura around Whitley gradually subsided a little, his new form was revealed to everyone.
His original black hair was gone, replaced by sharp, long hair that reached his waist and shone with a golden luster!
His eyebrows vanished, his brow ridge protruded, and faint dark shadows appeared around his eyes, causing a dramatic change in his entire demeanor!
His original peaceful and lazy nature completely disappeared, replaced by an ultimate tyranny that looked down on all creation, cold and emotionless!
What emanated from him was no longer a normal ki, but a nearly tangible, suffocatingly violent pressure!
He slowly raised his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping over the trembling Frieza trio, and spoke in a flat but unquestionable tone, "The three of you, attack me together."
"If you don't dare to attack, or if I find you boring..." his voice suddenly turned cold, "...then your deaths will be very painful."
Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold were already scared out of their wits, their bodies trembling violently and uncontrollably.
In the face of this power that was like a natural disaster, their vaunted battle power was a complete joke!
Frieza trembled and screamed in a voice that was almost out of tune, "Wh-who are you?! What you said just now about a God of Destruction... what did you mean?! And this power of yours... this isn't a Super Saiyan at all!!!"
Whitley heard this and a disdainful sneer appeared on his lips. "Right now, I'm not a God of Destruction."
He paused, looked back at the equally shocked Vegeta and Goku behind him, and as if explaining, or perhaps proclaiming, he slowly said, "Right now, I am Super Saiyan 3 Whitley!!! HAH!!!!!!"
The final shout was like a clap of thunder! Whitley's figure vanished from his spot in an instant!
Cooler and King Cold didn't even have time to react, only feeling an irresistible force slam into their abdomens!
"PWAAAH!!!"
Their eyeballs bulged, and blood sprayed from their mouths like fountains!
Intense pain instantly swept through their bodies, as if their internal organs had been shattered by the blow!
"BOOM!! BOOM!!!"
Two loud bangs were heard almost simultaneously. Cooler and King Cold, like two meteors, were slammed into the ground from high above at astonishing speed, creating two huge craters!
Thick dust shot into the sky. Their conditions were unknown!
An instant kill!
A true, instant kill!
Frieza watched with wide eyes as his father and brother were so easily defeated. His final psychological defense completely collapsed!
Boundless fear and a great sense of humiliation overwhelmed him!
"No... impossible... IMPOSSIBLE!!!" Frieza clutched his head and let out a hysterical scream, his voice filled with despair and unwillingness. "Saiyans! It's Saiyans again!!! You damn wild monkeys! You lowly race!!! Why?! Why is it always you!!!"
Extreme fear finally turned into crazed despair! A final glint of madness flashed in Frieza's scarlet eyes!
He no longer ran, but gathered all the energy in his body and charged frantically towards Whitley!
"GO TO HELL WITH ME!!! YOU WILD MONKEY!!!"
Countless purple Death Beams shot from his hands like a storm, while his other hand gathered a massive energy ball that exuded an extremely dangerous aura, capable of destroying a planet—a Supernova! He intended to destroy Planet Namek and take everyone with him!
Whitley watched the crazed Frieza, casually slapping away the incoming Death Beams, a playful smile on his face. "Oh? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me?"
He even leisurely crossed his arms, watching Frieza's desperate charge, feeling for a moment that his villainous aura was at maximum.
However, just as Frieza was about to reach him!
A sudden change occurred!
In the deep crater below, Cooler, who should have been seriously injured, had silently appeared behind Whitley like a ghost!
He had also gathered the last of his strength, his dark red aura burning madly with his blood!
"NOW!!! GO TO HELL!!!! ANNIHILATION SUPERNOVA!!!!!!"
Cooler let out a final roar, turning all the energy of his final form, along with his life force, into a dark red torrent of destruction, and blasted it at Whitley from behind!
In front was Frieza's desperate planet-destroying sphere, and behind was Cooler's life-burning Annihilation Supernova!
Two terrifying energies, both capable of instantly destroying Planet Namek, trapped Whitley in the middle from front and back, sealing all his escape routes!
"Whitley! Watch out!!!"
Down below, Bulma's face turned pale with fear, her heart in her throat!
Goku and Vegeta also stared with wide eyes, both preparing to intervene!
At this critical moment, Whitley, at the center of the energy storm, suddenly laughed.
Just as the destructive energy was about to hit him, the terrifying golden aura and long hair around him receded like a tide, and he instantly returned to his normal state with black hair and black eyes.
He even had the leisure to smile at the desperate Frieza in front and the crazed Cooler behind, and said in a relaxed tone, "Actually, that transformation just now was just for fun because I thought it looked cool. To deal with you two..."
He slowly raised one hand, his palm facing the charging Frieza.
"...even without transforming, one hand is enough."
"White Hot Flash."
VMMMM—!!!
There was no earth-shattering noise, only a highly condensed beam of pure white energy, containing unimaginable heat, that shot out from his palm like a sword!
This pure white beam instantly tore through Frieza's massive planet-destroying sphere! Amidst Frieza's screams of despair, unwillingness, and disbelief, the white torrent of energy completely engulfed him!
No explosion, no scream. Frieza's body was instantly broken down into the most basic particles in the universe by the extreme heat, completely disappearing!
But the white beam did not stop. After annihilating Frieza, it drew a graceful arc in the air as if it had a life of its own, and under Cooler's gaze, which had turned from madness to extreme terror, it accurately enveloped both him and his "Annihilation Supernova"!
"NO—!!!"
Cooler only had time to let out a short, desperate wail. His final form, which he claimed had a battle power of over 470 million, melted away silently in that pure white flash like snow under the sun, not even leaving a trace of ash.
In the span of just one or two breaths, Frieza, who had dominated the North Galaxy, and Cooler, who ruled the South Galaxy, these two once-invincible cosmic emperors, were turned into cosmic dust by Whitley's casual wave before everyone's eyes.
The entire battlefield fell into a dead silence.
Everyone was stunned by this casual yet shocking method of destruction.
It was a long time before Vegeta was the first to react.
He instantly rushed in front of Whitley, his face red, veins popping on his forehead, practically shouting on his tiptoes, "WHITLEY!!! YOU BASTARD!!! YOU... YOU JUST KILLED FRIEZA LIKE THAT?! THAT GUY WAS MY TARGET!!! I, PRINCE VEGETA, WAS THE ONE WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL HIM!!!"
Whitley looked at the furious Vegeta but did not explain, only smiling meaningfully and patting his shoulder.
Then he turned his gaze to Goku beside him and said deliberately in a loud voice, "Goku! Don't just stand there dazed! Isn't there still a King Cold over there? You better watch him, don't let him run away!"
"Ah? Oh! Right!" Goku immediately snapped out of his shock. The thought of another strong opponent made him excited again.
He cracked his knuckles and promised, "Don't worry, Whitley! Leave it to me!"
Vegeta was stunned when he heard this, and he also instantly reacted. "Right! King Cold!!!"
He immediately threw his anger at Whitley to the back of his mind. His golden aura erupted again, and he shot off like an arrow towards King Cold, who had just climbed out of his crater and was trying to sneak away. He didn't forget to shout at Goku, "GET OUT OF THE WAY, KAKAROT! KING COLD IS MINE!!! DON'T YOU DARE INTERFERE!"
"No way! Whitley told me to go!" Goku replied with a grin, but his movements were not slow at all. He also transformed into a Super Saiyan and gave chase.
King Cold had just recovered from the terrifying scene of destruction when he saw two Super Saiyans rushing towards him like hungry wolves. He was scared out of his wits, losing all his dignity as a cosmic overlord!
"W-wait! Don't come here! Don't kill me!" King Cold shouted incoherently as he retreated in panic. "I can adopt you as my sons! I can give you all of Frieza's and Cooler's territories and wealth! We can split the entire universe! Just spare me!!!"
But at this moment, Goku and Vegeta only saw him as their last opponent and didn't hear a word he said.
Fearing that the other would strike first, they both unleashed their strongest techniques almost simultaneously!
"KA—ME—HA—ME—HAAA!!!" (Goku)
"FI—NAL—FLA—SH!!!" (Vegeta)
Two huge torrents of energy, one blue and one yellow, converged, and like the light of judgment from the Other World, they instantly engulfed the despairing and wailing King Cold...
When the light faded, the last trace of King Cold's existence was also gone.
The Frost Demon clan, which had terrorized the universe, was, at this point... completely annihilated.
And Planet Namek finally welcomed true peace.
Nail, holding Dende's hand, flew before Whitley, Goku, and Vegeta, thanking them profusely and tearfully for bringing new life to Planet Namek.
However, Whitley paid no attention to this. He turned and pulled Bulma into his arms, savoring the warmth after the great battle.
Bulma snuggled in his arms, still feeling a lingering fear from the thrilling scene just now.
She punched his chest forcefully and said chidingly, "You really scared me just now! Why did you suddenly cancel your transformation? Doesn't that transformation increase your power a lot? It was so dangerous!"
Whitley smiled and held her hand, comforting her in a low voice, "Don't worry, even without transforming, dealing with them is just a matter of lifting a finger. Your husband is a very strong God of Destruction, you know."
"Hmph, you're just bragging," Bulma rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't help but add with a smile, "...a candidate."
"Hahaha!" Whitley was amused. "A candidate is still a God of Destruction! It's all Lord Beerus's fault for not retiring. Next time, I'll ask Whis to help persuade him to retire early."
Whis, who was standing nearby, heard this and chuckled, covering his mouth. "Ohohoho~ Why don't you ask Lord Beerus yourself, Whitley-san? You can challenge him directly next time~ As long as you win, Lord Beerus will surely be happy to pass on the position~"
Whitley shrunk his neck. He wasn't falling for that.
He knew that although he had improved rapidly, he was probably still a little short compared to Beerus, who had been secretly "grinding" and training.
It seemed that after he went back, his own training would have to be doubled.
Thinking of this, he looked at Bulma in his arms and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Bulma, can you build a 1000x gravity room now?"
Bulma tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded affirmatively. "Hmm! Theoretically, it should be no problem! That sample of the 'hardest metal in the universe' you brought back from the Sacred World of the Kais last time, I did some research and analysis on it, and I've successfully replicated the synthesis method for that metal. I even optimized the structure, and the new alloy I created is far harder than diamond. It should be able to withstand the pressure of a thousand times gravity with no problem!"
After rescuing the Old Kai in the Sacred World of the Kais last time, Whitley had conveniently pocketed the metal that Shin had called the hardest in the universe, brought it back to Earth, and gave it to Bulma for research.
He didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.
Whitley was overjoyed to hear this. He held Bulma even tighter, his chin resting gently on her forehead as he said softly, "Thank you, Bulma. I'm so glad I have you."
Bulma let out a soft "mm-hmm" in his arms, a happy blush on her face.
Suddenly, she looked up, a sly and tempting look in her eyes.
She leaned close to Whitley's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Just saying thank you isn't enough... Before I came over... I secretly bought a particularly... sexy swimsuit... Tonight..."
Whitley: "!!!"
His eyes lit up in an instant. All thoughts of getting stronger, of training, were temporarily thrown to the back of his mind!
Right now, he had only one thought: he had to go back to Earth immediately!
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