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Broko (Age 18)
Permanent Compressed Ōzaru Base Power Level (Start): ~1,000,000
He felt them before he saw them.
Not as ki signatures—as pressure.
The void between stars warped, crushed by approaching forces so dense they bent Broko's senses inward.
This was not a scouting party. This was not intimidation either.
This was an execution order signed by royalty.
Cooler did not send messages.
He sent endings.
Cooler's Armored Squadron (Reforged).
They arrived without flourish, five figures stepping from fractured hyperspace like walking singularities.
Each wore bio-armor that looked grown, not forged.
Each moved with veteran economy.
Each had easily slaughtered Saiyans before.
Confirmed Power Levels (Suppressed)
Squad Leader: Kalthrex — 10.8 million
Lieutenants (×2): ~10.1–10.4 million
Shock Veterans (×2): ~9.6–10.0 million
Broko's instincts screamed at this was no joke .
I'm outmatched.
Not slightly.
Catastrophically.
Kalthrex didn't speak.
He pointed.
The space between them grew electric.
Broko raised both arms, compressing ki into a layered barrier, Saiyan force reinforced by Veyra manifestation and Astrae anchoring.
It shattered instantly.
The blast tore Broko through the sky , skin flaying from flesh , organs almost pulped by inertia.
Impact Status
Broko (Combat Spike): ~1.8 million
Enemy Output: relaxed and Casual
He barely stayed conscious from that one attack .
He a Saiyans, did not retreat from despair.
They clawed through it.
Broko quickly counterattack Ed, closing distance with brutal efficiency, striking joints, sensory nodes, armor seams. His blows hurt them.
Not enough.
A lieutenant caught him mid-strike and drove a knee into his torso.
Another crushing his skull between both palms.
Broko's vision went white.
Then red.
Then black.
But his body refused to die.
Broken, bleeding, regenerating mid-combat, Broko forced every stolen arts into harmony.
Astrae Overwrite: Temporary desync of enemy ki flow..
Black Sigil Loop: Artificial adaptation spike
Compressed Ōzaru Overdrive: Micro-bursts beyond safe output.
His power climbed.
Broko (Rising): 1.0M to 3.2M to 5.7M
He killed one.
A shock veteran—head torn free, armor collapsing as Broko's will to survive cut deeper than energy.
The squad reacted instantly.
No rage.
Only adjustments quickly and precise.
They learned him and applied pressure .
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Kalthrex intervened personally.
A hand went through Broko's chest.
A grip on his spine.
Crushing pressure followed, anti-ki restraints flooding Broko's nervous system with nullifying fields keyed specifically to Saiyan biology.
His natural regeneration slowed.
Final Combat Readings
Broko (Peak): ~6.1 million
Kalthrex (Focused): ~12.4 million
Broko laughed through blood.
"Cooler's scared," he rasped.
Kalthrex broke his jaw
Darkness took him
In Transit.
The ship moved through layered hyperspace and weeks of travel were compressed into subjective hours.
Broko drifted in forced stasis.
But his mind was awake trying to use magic to help heal himself.
He felt something.
A familiar irritation.
Another stolen flame.
Another reincarnator.
And this one…
Was rotten.
.
Broko did not break his restraints.
He stepped sideways.
Reality folded like wet paper.
Alternate Reality: A World of Capes and Rot
The sky was dull. The cities were loud. The people were afraid.
This world had heroes.
And monsters pretending to be them.
Broko arrived in orbit and felt it immediately—
A being with a Superman-derived template.
Solar-level physiology. Absolute dominance.
And a soul steeped in cruelty.
The Worst Kind of Waste
The reincarnator called himself Apex Prime.
He had killed this world's Homelander years ago, not to save anyone, but to remove competition.
After that?
No equals.
No consequences.
He ruled through fear, humiliation, and abuse , using invulnerability as permission to violate lives and dignity without resistance.
Broko watched from the clouds.
His ki darkened.
This isn't arrogance,
this is infestation.
Broko descended openly flaring ki,
Apex Prime laughed when he saw him.
Until the first punch.
The shockwave flattened miles of city.
Power Levels (Initial)
Apex Prime: ~9.5 million
Broko (Still Injured): ~6.8 million
Apex Prime was stronger.
He was also sloppy.
He fought like someone who had never been hurt.
Broko fought like someone who lived in constant battle, like a feral beasts from Xenophon.
Apex Prime's punches shattered continents, casualties climbing to never seen before numbers.
Broko let them.
Every impact fed his adaptation.
Every failure sharpened his technique.
He used Astrae Overwrite to scramble Apex's solar absorption turning strength into instability.
Apex Prime screamed in anger and rage .
And in fear.
Broko took the full force of Apex Prime's strongest blow, bones broke , organs rupturing again
And kept moving.
He seized Apex Prime by the throat.
Looked him in the eyes.
"Power is responsibility," Broko said calmly.
"You chose indulgence."
He crushed the cervical column.
Then the heart.
Then he released a ki ball dense with his evil aura towards the corpse in the upper atmosphere.
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Aftermath
The world would suffer.
But it would also heal.
Broko did not stay to watch.
He felt the restraints tug at his existence.
Cooler's ship.
Cooler himself.
Waiting.
Broko reappeared exactly where he vanished.
Still bound.
Still broken.
But changed.
His ki burned denser.
More refined.
More dangerous.
Post-Hunt Status
Broko (Stabilizing): ~7.9 million
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Ancient Evil Saiyan Bloodline: Phase II — Predatory Dominion.
He smiled into the darkness.
"Cooler. You should have killed me". He said
End of Chapter Four