Chapter 252 The End of the World
"Is he going for a permanent solution?"
"Perhaps he really can."
Although he felt a little sorry for the common people of this world, what did it matter?
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow, his heart unperturbed by Naruto's choice.
Having been the King's secretary for some time, he naturally knew some things about this world.
It could be said… it was very corrupt.
Feudal lords carved up territories; although the King had some power, it wasn't much.
This could be seen from incidents like bank robberies happening all over the world.
In the Ninja World, the Empire was nascent.
Did they dare to cause trouble?
Once they showed their heads, a thunderous strike awaited them.
"This is the benefit of centralized power."
Shikamaru recalled a saying Naruto had once uttered: Power is a fist!
Only with great strength could one suppress all defiance.
Evidently, in this world where martial arts reigned supreme, the King was merely a puppet.
Someone like the Master Roshi, if he truly harbored the ambition to take that position, could achieve it with a little maneuvering.
"If nothing unexpected happens, King Piccolo truly has a high chance of succeeding."
Looking at that terrifying destructive power.
Watching Old Piccolo rampage like a primitive beast, Shikamaru sighed.
This was a visual feast brought by sheer power, an utterly unreasonable close-quarters combat.
There was no technique, only a head-on clash of fists meeting flesh.
So-called Ninjutsu techniques were nothing in the face of absolute power.
Despite this, Shikamaru wasn't worried.
If absolute power were equally matched, then these Ninjutsu techniques would produce unexpected might.
"This wave, it still depends on Naruto to resolve."
Glancing at the distraught King, Shikamaruregretfully shook his head.
It now seemed that the King could no longer hold onto his position.
As for what challenges Naruto would face if he took the throne… Shikamaru chuckled softly.
Challenges?
Unless enemies came from beyond the heavens, he feared nothing.
This was the confidence Naruto gave him… "Hahaha, exhilarating!"
Old Piccolo swept through, watching the flames soar into the sky, listening to the terrified screams and curses, his mood exceedingly joyful.
Behind him,
Pilaf's face was grim.
He regretted it.
He also liked the idea of unifying the world, but absolutely not like this.
This Old Piccolo truly lived up to his title as a Great Demon King, causing destruction with utter abandon.
"Hmph, boring!"
After a long while, Old Piccolo pouted, his tall figure standing atop a mountain peak, overlooking the city ablaze with fireworks not far away.
"Where exactly is Dr. Gero?"
"I don't know!"
Pilaf shook his head: "Generally, he sends people to find me. I've never known where he is."
"Come with me."
Suddenly,
An electronic voice came from all around. Old Piccolo's eyes narrowed, and he abruptly looked at a fly not far away.
"As expected of the Great Demon King, he pinpointed me immediately."
The fly's voice spoke: "These are just small tricks. Apologies, I am currently being hunted, so I cannot openly walk on the streets."
"I also hope you can be a bit more cautious."
"Hahaha, who else in this world can make me cautious? The Kami? Don't be ridiculous."
Old Piccolo laughed heartily, exuding an aura of dominance, and said: "Lead the way. So-called bounties are mere chickens and dogs before my absolute power, not worth a single blow."
"Don't worry, as long as you help me create what I want, I will guarantee your life."
Dr. Gero sneered inwardly.
If it weren't for the fact that many things currently didn't meet his requirements, making it difficult for him to create a decent Android, why would he even bother with such a weakling?
"Time, I need time."
This time he wouldn't need too long; just a few years would suffice.
"Phew, fortunately, I copied a set of Cell's genes back then. Good, I'll take my time."
Dr. Gero looked at the culture dish in front of him, at the tiny insect, a smile appearing on his face.
This time it was truly starting from scratch, and the time required would also be longer.
But for him, it wasn't a big problem.
Perhaps he wouldn't even need Cell to reach his perfect form before he could sweep the world with the Androids he created.
But for now, having a free enforcer wasn't bad either.
Dr. Gero watched Old Piccolo on the video, recalling how Piccolo had tricked him last time, nearly costing him his life.
"Hmph!"
"Once I'm fully developed, I don't want to see any more of this so-called Piccolo."
… "This is your lab? It's quite rudimentary."
King Piccolo surveyed the cave before him, and even with his preparations, he couldn't help but be astonished.
"I couldn't help it, desperate times call for desperate measures. I'm being hunted, otherwise, who wouldn't want a decent lab?"
For a scientist, a bright and spacious lab is essential.
He also envied Bulma's family, but there was nothing he could do; they lived off one patent until they died.
But now, they were already dead.
"Hahaha!"
Thinking of this, Dr. Gero burst into laughter, then looked at King Piccolo, asking knowingly: "So, what do you want me to do?"
"Find something called the seven dragon balls. I need you to build a detector."
Dr. Gero sighed: "So, do you have a sample?"
"Of course!"
King Piccolo crossed his arms.
He had once been one with the Kami, so he naturally knew how the seven dragon balls were made.
He just couldn't make them himself, but he knew the process clearly.
Dr. Gero was stunned.
How did King Piccolo know? This wasn't right; was the matter of the seven dragon balls related to King Piccolo?
"Then let's talk."
Dr. Gero had no objections; it was just a Dragon Ball Radar, an easy task for him.
A few days later,
King Piccolo held the tiny Dragon Ball Radar, looking at Dr. Gero suspiciously: "Are you sure this is a Dragon Ball Radar?"
"And it covers the entire globe? Why is there no reaction?"
"Because someone already used the seven dragon balls a while ago."
"Who?"
"They are on Mount Paozu."
Dr. Gero diverted the trouble. Old Piccolonarrowed his eyes: "Using me?"
Dr. Gero's expression was calm: "It's not really using you, because what I said is the truth."
"Your abilities are good. Follow me from now on."
Old Piccolo bared his teeth in a cold smile, suddenly spitting out an egg.
Under Dr. Gero's calm gaze and Pilaf's horrified expression, a winged demon crawled out of the egg, respectfully looking at King Piccolo.
"Where is Mount Paozu?"
"Here!"
Dr. Gero quickly pulled out a map, pointing to a small red dot on the edge of the map: "It's right here."
"You were prepared."
King Piccolo smiled faintly, casually handing the map to his subordinate, his voice strong and clear: "Kill them all, and find the petrified seven dragon balls."
"Heheheh~"