Chapter 253 Bullying Others Isn't Good
"A desperate universe...that's interesting." She murmured softly, her fingertips lightly brushing against the lingering scorching air.
"Lord Yu Xi, according to the timeline calculation, it is now the third year since the Androids began to wreak havoc on Earth." The system's little sister's voice was still clear and crisp. "Goku died of a heart attack, Vegeta, Piccolo, Tien Shinhan and others died in battle, and almost all of Earth's warriors were wiped out, leaving only Gohan and Trunks struggling to hold on."
Yu Xi narrowed her eyes: "System, little sister, what do you think... would happen if I went to find Number 17 and Number 18 right now?"
The system girl paused for a moment, then replied in a subtle tone, "With your strength, you'll probably... make them question their existence."
Yu Xi's smile deepened.
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Meanwhile, in a ruined city on Earth.
On the desolate ruins, Gohan and Trunks were desperately trying to evade the Androids' pursuit.
"Damn it! If this keeps up, we won't last much longer!" Trunks gritted his teeth.
Son Gohan was panting heavily, sweat mixed with blood trickling down his forehead.
He was barely maintaining his Super Saiyan form, but his energy was nearing depletion.
"Trunks, hang in there! We'll definitely find a chance to fight back!"
However, before the words were finished, a mocking voice came from high above—
"Oh? These two little mice want to fight back?"
Numbers 17 and 18 hovered in mid-air, looking down at them with cruel smiles on their lips.
"How boring. We could just kill you all, but we insist on playing cat and mouse." Number 18 tossed her long golden hair, her tone languid.
Number 17 shrugged: "Anyway, there's nothing fun left on Earth, so let's torture them a little longer."
Son Gohan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
He hated his own powerlessness, hated that he couldn't protect the Earth, and hated even more that he couldn't avenge his father and the other warriors!
"You... don't get too cocky!" he roared, forcibly squeezing out the last of his energy and charging toward Number 17!
However, number 17 merely smiled dismissively and waved his hand—
"boom!"
Son Gohan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins.
"Gohan!" Trunks' eyes widened in fury as he was about to rush over, but Android 18 kicked him to the ground.
"How weak, Saiyan." Android 18 stepped on Trunks' chest, leaning slightly forward. "Is this all your race is capable of?"
Trunks stared at her intently, his eyes burning with resentful rage.
Just as the game was about to end on the 18th—
"Hey, isn't it a bit too much to bully a child?"
A clear, cold female voice suddenly rang out.
Number 17 and Number 18 were both startled and turned to look.
Not far away, atop the ruins, a slender figure stood silently.
Her long golden hair swayed gently in the wind, and fiery red energy flowed around her.
A faint hint of mockery lingered in those golden eyes.
"Who are you?" Number 17 frowned, instinctively sensing a hint of danger.
Yu Xi tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips: "Me? Just a passing traveler."
She leaped lightly and landed in front of number 18.
His gaze swept over Trunks, who was being trampled underfoot, and then looked at the heavily injured Gohan in the distance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"However, seeing you bullying people like this makes me a little unhappy."
