Dragon Ball Roshi

Whoosh—

The disciple of the Muten School, Nanka, hid the small stone that sealed the second-generation Piccolo in his robes, riding the Phoenix and flying toward the Muten School dojo.

'The demon race has invaded the human world, and hundreds of thousands of lives have been lost.'

He suddenly froze, covering his ears, thinking he had misheard. Was that... the voice of the Ancestor?

Nanka turned around, hoping to glimpse Mu Taro's figure, but the Phoenix was flying so fast that in an instant, it was already far out of sight.

'What is this?'

'Who is speaking?'

'Is it… a god from the heavens?'

A chaotic swirl of voices filled Nanka's mind. These voices were soft, faint, as if whispered in his ear, yet they wouldn't go away, like deep dreams hiding in his mind. Although he couldn't see them clearly, hear them fully, or find their source, they kept appearing.

This was a sea of consciousness, linked by the minds of countless people, forming a web that covered much of the Earth. On this densely woven web, each knot represented a consciousness, each one a fish in this vast sea.

At the center of this immense mental ocean, there was a vague silhouette sitting, a figure floating in the air. This figure was not large, but at a glance, it radiated an immense aura, an indescribable feeling. Countless mental threads emanated from this figure, connecting all the other knots. It was the center of this ocean of consciousness.

'Then… let's take a step forward.'

The wind howled as the Phoenix beneath him let out a loud cry in the high sky. Nanka tightly closed his eyes, and faces of helplessness, scars, panic, and despair began to form in his mind—men, women, the elderly, children, animal people... Some were hugging each other, comforting one another, some stared off into the distance with uneasy eyes, while others sat blankly, their minds empty.

Some, however, were staring at a white figure outside the ruins. The emotions were so intense that Nanka could almost feel it himself—the mixture of fear, confusion, tension, hatred, and anger that filled their heart.

'Pick up the courage you lost and, with your own hands, kill these demon invaders.'

And so, the first person stepped forward.

'I'll do it!! Damn monsters, die!!' A man shouted in rage as he ran out of the ruins, fully prepared to abandon his life. Behind him, countless eyes were watching, witnessing his fate, and their shared fate.

The man charged toward the terrifying demon warrior. The white figure that had been standing still turned into an energy armor, wrapping the man up.

'You!' The demon warrior was startled and flew backward, retreating into the sky.

But the man, now encased in white energy armor, his hatred and anger converging into killing intent, eyes red with fury, instinctively leaped up! Whoosh! He soared upwards, reaching a height of fifty or sixty meters, chasing the escaping demon warrior. The man stretched out his hand, and with a hum, a sharp blade materialized from the white armor.

Swoosh!

A flash of sword light cut through the air, and the demon warrior was cleaved in two, purple demonic blood splattering in all directions.

'I avenged you all...' The man, wearing the white energy armor, landed safely. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as all his intense emotions—sorrow, bitterness, and confusion—rushed forth, unknowingly influencing others through the sea of consciousness.

And so, across the Earth, the remaining humans emerged. Hundreds of Ki clones, transforming into swords, knives, spears, gauntlets, and bows and arrows, flew into the hands of those determined faces. One by one, they killed the demon warriors—those monsters who had destroyed all their happiness.

"Great! Great..." Nanka gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face as he "saw" the horrific deaths of the demon warriors. He clapped his hands in delight, truly feeling a sense of relief!

Whoosh, the wind blew, and the Phoenix dove through the clouds, finally bringing him to the ruins of the Muten School dojo.

"Senior brothers and sisters, Master and Mistress, did you see it? Our Grandmaster avenged us!" Nanka collapsed to his knees, wailing in grief. Just then, the Phoenix let out a long cry and flapped its wings, flying back into the sky. With tears still streaking down his face, Nanka looked back, catching only a glimpse of the red feathers disappearing into the distant clouds.

---

"This... this is impossible...?!"

The Blood Demon King's face turned pale. It sensed the disappearance of the four hundred demon warriors from all over the human world, vanishing one by one. In no time at all, it was hard to believe. These fragile humans had managed to kill the most elite warriors of their demon race?

'Now\... you can rest in peace.' The same cold, emotionless voice echoed in its mind.

Taro's "White Jade Statue" was angular, radiating a unique strength. Its "skin" was pure white, as if it were real material. This was the result of the Ki that formed its body, intensifying to the utmost. The enhanced power of the eye technique allowed the creation of such a figure.

The image of the Holy Death God.

"No, no... I can't die..." The Blood Demon King's pupils expanded, a massive, pure white hand growing nearer and nearer. The hand was flawless like a jade disc but carried the aura of death. The demon king finally felt true fear, screaming as it turned and fled, the red-black flames enveloping it as it flew away—far away.

Seeing the Ki clone remain unmoved, Mitsurugi cried out anxiously in the air behind, "Don't let him escape!" If he could fight the Blood Demon King, he would have chased immediately.

"Flee! Flee! Flee!"

"This human... is too terrifying! He's not even human!" The Blood Demon King fled desperately, using all its power to fuel its flight. Its red-black form tore through the air, escaping the ruins of the capital in a few breaths.

Just the thought of that white jade-like human filled the Blood Demon King with terror. The power of the human had surpassed its imagination—there was no way to resist it.

The suffocating pressure followed from behind.

The Blood Demon King turned its head in fear while flying and saw a massive white jade hand rapidly approaching from the sky. A stream of faint white energy flowed from the edges of the hand. The hand descended from the sky in a clumsy but unstoppable motion. No matter how fast the demon king flew, it couldn't escape the increasing shadow of the giant hand.

"Damn it!!" The Blood Demon King was nearly in despair. It realized that no matter how fast it flew, it couldn't escape the shadow of the giant hand. Gritting its teeth, the towering form of the demon king split into two—the Black Demon King and the Red Demon Queen. They didn't look at each other but split in different directions, flying desperately.

"To the time-space tunnel! Back to the Demon Realm!"

"Back to the Demon Realm! Once we're there... one day..." The two demon roared angrily in their hearts, filled with resentment and fear.

These two demons had merged in the Black Blood River during their cultivation and became inseparable. As long as one survived, the other would be revived.

Mitsurugi couldn't keep up with the speed of the Blood Demon King and the giant hand. Suddenly, he sensed that the Blood Demon King's aura split into the two demon energies, flying in different directions.

Inwardly anxious, he watched the giant hand falling from the clouds. He thought, I'll chase whichever one the hand follows, and handle the separated Red and Black Demon myself.

"This—?!" Mitsurugi suddenly stopped in mid-air, looking around in shock, his pupils shrinking.

White light shot from various parts of the human world, converging toward the giant white jade hand falling from the sky.

The Red and Black Demon, flying in opposite directions, realized in despair that they still couldn't escape the shadow of the giant hand. With a sorrowful glance back, they saw the immense white jade hand, as if the sky itself had turned upside down, descending relentlessly. It pressed down on them, slowly engulfing them.

In the endless white light, the two demon kings from the Demon Realm evaporated without a trace.

Meanwhile, in the otherworld, King kai planet, the Lookout, and the Korin Tower, figures like Garga, Baba and her Master, Kami and Korin, who had been closely watching the situation on Earth, all held their breath in shock.

The scene they had just witnessed was too shocking to comprehend.

White, human-shaped Ki clones sped from all directions, one after another, merging into the massive white jade hand descending from the sky. Each addition caused the hand to grow larger. An invisible force controlled the hand, continually catalyzing it, and an endless amount of power grew within.

Finally, the hand became an enormous shadow that blotted out the sky, crushing the two demon kings into oblivion on the vast ocean!

Boom... A massive vortex appeared on the ocean, and the pale white mist above the vortex shrank rapidly, quickly reassembling into a statue resembling a human. It was none other than Taro's form.

"Ah—"

Mitsurugi, still stunned in the air, suddenly heard a loud cry approaching from behind. Whoosh! A red shadow sped past him with incredible speed! Mitsurugi froze for a moment, then saw it clearly—a large red bird soaring toward the "White Jade Statue" high above the sea vortex.

"Is that... that person's bird?" It suddenly dawned on him that this bird had always been by Taro's side, no wonder it seemed familiar.

The Phoenix circled around the last Ki clone. The Ki clone slowly turned, its "jade-like" face, sculpted like a chisel and axe, glanced at the Mitsurugi floating in the air behind it.

Mitsurugi felt nervous instinctively. This "white man" who didn't know who he was was too powerful. Every move he made made him nervous.

As the Ki clone turned, its "jade statue" body slowly dissipated, turning into thick white mist that wrapped around the Phoenix, merging into it...

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"In the span of just thirty years, this brother of yours has become so terrifying!" In the Underworld Kingdom, the Kami Garga looked at the fortune teller and sighed.

Although they were in the Underworld and could not truly sense the earth-shaking events on Earth, even through the crystal ball, they could imagine the overwhelming force of Taro's palm.

"I never could have predicted this..." The fortune teller shook her head with a faint smile, murmuring, "The first divination I ever made was for this boy. The result showed he would be extraordinary, but... who could have known just how extraordinary?"

"On Earth, he's completely invincible now. Even if the ancient heroes of Earth were resurrected, they wouldn't stand a chance against him..." Garga slapped his leg in awe.

The fortune teller's teacher, the mysterious old witch, gazed at the image of the Ki clone gradually dissipating in the crystal ball and rasped, "What a technique... Even on the Grand Kai's planet, there might be no one else who could do this..."

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In the ruins of the royal city, the humans who had survived in hiding cautiously stepped out from their shelters. They looked at the eerily silent city, exchanging confused glances. Where had those terrifying monsters gone?

Elsewhere, seeing the white humanoid figures, white armor, and white swords flying off and reassembling into human forms, everyone was filled with excitement: the pain of their homes being destroyed, the sorrow of losing loved ones, and the relief of surviving...

'Do not grieve, all those who have died can be revived.'

The ethereal voice once again echoed in each person's heart.

The man who had rushed out, donned white armor, and avenged his fallen comrades by slaying the demon soldiers, trembled and looked up at the sky. His face streaked with blood and tears, he shouted, "Is it true? Can our families really come back to life?"

"Gods! Have mercy!" A gray-haired elder, tears streaming down his face, prostrated himself and cried out.

"Save our families!"

"God, we beseech you to show mercy and restore the human world destroyed by the demons!" Some had already begun to revere the voice as a divine being.

'I am Mu, not a God, just an ordinary human like you all. The true God scattered seven Dragon Balls on Earth a hundred years ago...'

An elderly person remembered the legend of the seven Dragon Balls, although most had dismissed it as a mere joke. A long time ago, Kami had used his divine powers to communicate with the people, but most thought it was just a hallucination.

A vision appeared before the eyes of those with closed lids.

Seven yellow-orange spheres, each with one to seven red five-pointed stars, rolled together and emitted a resonating light. Finally, a golden lightning bolt shot into the sky, revealing the majestic green dragon, who spoke in human language, promising to grant any wish of a mortal.

"Master Mu, please find the seven Dragon Balls for us..." A person with closed eyes knelt to the ground, tears streaming down their face, pleading.

"Please..."

Countless others were praying in their hearts, making their wishes.

"Seven Dragon Balls..." Nanka, moving corpses in the ruins of the Muten School Hall, muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

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High in the sky.

"I didn't expect your abilities to work like this!" The North Kai's voice echoed through the sky, resounding in Taro's heart. He teased, "Why go through all this trouble?"

Sitting on a cloud, Taro's main body slowly opened his eyes. The faces of those connected to his Mind on Earth flashed rapidly before his eyes. With a slight blink, his eyes returned to their pitch-black state. Taro smiled faintly, shaking his head without saying a word.

But in his heart, he thought: 'Well, this is the first experiment. I wonder if the technology of the Dragon Ball world can achieve what I want... Hmm, no need to rush, there's still two hundred years. I'll take my time…'