Chapter 776 You are not dead

Temple of Heaven.

At this moment, the god collapsed to the ground, looking extremely weak.

"I feel that my life is coming to an end, and the important task here is now in your hands."

Mr. Bobo looked sad, but still managed to nod while holding back his tears.

Time ticked by, and the heavy atmosphere intensified once more...

Half an hour later, the god raised his head with some confusion.

Huh? How come I'm still alive?

He had already prepared himself to die, but after waiting for a long time, apart from feeling extremely weak, he felt nothing else.

"Didn't Piccolo Daimaō explode? Could it be that he faked his death?"

Although the gods couldn't see exactly what happened, they could clearly see that Piccolo Daimaō was blown to pieces by the bomb inside his body.

And the connection between his life and hers has also been lost.

Logically, he should have lost his life along with them, but so much time has passed and he is still alive, which is a bit strange.

Mr. Bobo knew that he had just been sad for nothing; he had been holding back his tears for so long, and now he had to swallow them back.

"It seems that Piccolo Daimaō spat something out when he died."

He recalled the scene of Piccolo Daimaō exploding, and then remembered that the guy seemed to have spat something out before the explosion and pushed it hard, so it seemed to be something very important.

"So that's how it is. That guy sacrificed his life to produce an offspring."

The god nodded in realization. The connection between himself and the god had indeed disappeared, but the connection had passed to the god's descendants.

However, his descendant will no longer be Piccolo Daimaō, but a completely new individual with his own abilities.

"Then you won't have to die, right?"

Mr. Bobo was very happy. He had been living with the god for so many years, and although it was very tempting to take over the god's position, he still preferred to be the god's servant and friend.

"Probably."

The god was simply confused about what was going on, since his memories of Namek were very vague, or rather, he didn't know much about it.

All I know is that I shouldn't die now, unless that egg is destroyed.

...

"Wow, what a loud explosion! The bomb inside that guy's body looks pretty powerful."

Bulma watched the massive explosion from a distance; if she were any closer, she might have been caught in the blast.

"That Piccolo Demon King should be dead without a trace, right? Now you can finally rest easy."

Master Roshi nodded upon hearing this. Although he hadn't been of much help, witnessing Piccolo Daimaō's demise before his very eyes was something to be very happy about.

This is something even my own teacher couldn't do.

He only sealed away King Piccolo, and now King Piccolo is completely dead.

However, even the gods might be implicated.

Although Master Roshi already had some guesses about this matter, he still sighed.

“Wu Tian, ​​you have done a good job. King Piccolo is dead, but his life continues. There is an egg nearby that is his offspring. You can take it and hatch it, and teach it to do good.”

"You...you...shouldn't you be dead?!"

Master Roshi was so frightened by the voice that he sat down on the ground as if he had heard a ghost.

The god was somewhat helpless, after all, he himself had thought he would be implicated.

He could only explain, "Something unexpected happened, which may be related to the egg that Piccolo spat out before he died. What I just said is something you can consider doing or not doing."

"Then the Great Demon King can lay eggs? What kind of creature is he?"

Bulma asked curiously, since the thing clearly looked like a human-like creature.

Yet it can lay eggs, so its reproductive method is somewhat different from that of humans. So what kind of creature is it?

"Ahem, I'm not sure about that either."

The god coughed twice, unsure how to explain himself. Should he just be direct and say he was an alien?

"Alright, what's the point of asking this question? Since King Piccolo has left us with a hidden danger, let's go take a look."

Suzumiya Musashi interrupted Bulma's attempt to continue questioning her, fearing that if she continued, even the gods would become enraged.

Furthermore, he had no interest in researching how Namekians reproduce; he was more interested in seeing what Piccolo Daimaō 2 looked like.

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Kalin Tower.

"You actually succeeded."

Sage Korin looked at Goku in shock. He had only been caught off guard for a moment, and the pot of Holy Water had been snatched away.

He originally thought it would take the other party at least a few months, given their talent.

But no one expected that this talent was so monstrous. In just over two days, he accomplished what Master Roshi hadn't been able to do for several years.

These two guys have such different talents. Don't think that Master Roshi is less talented. You should know that he was the first and only person to climb Korin Tower in 300 years.

The fact that he seemed somewhat ridiculous in front of Sun Wukong is enough to prove just how much potential Sun Wukong possessed.

"Now that I've done this, may I drink it?"

Sun Wukong looked at the Holy Water in his hand with some longing. He had also heard the legend. If he drank this Holy Water, it would definitely be able to unleash the potential within his body.

"Drink it, drink it."

Kalin waved his hand dismissively, thinking that no matter how terrifying the other party's talent was, it didn't really concern him.

He just wanted to stay in this tower and had no intention of interfering in what happened in the outside world.

"The taste doesn't seem particularly special."

Sun Wukong drank it all in one gulp, smacked his lips, but found that it didn't taste special, and his body didn't react much either. This made him a little suspicious, wondering if he had drunk a fake.

"Ahem, your potential has now been unleashed, but you will need to spend some time cultivating before you can fully utilize it."

Master Korin seemed to sense Sun Wukong's confusion and gave him an explanation.