Chapter 63: Red-Haired Chamel, Grim Reaper Shroom
"Could it be possible for him to have returned to the Dark Demon Realm? After all, he absorbed a Demon God!" Son Goku, having just landed, rarely displayed his imagination as he extended his index finger and suggested.
"Impossible! That would be walking straight into danger!" Vegeta, who had also landed, immediately poured cold water on the idea without hesitation.
"Really?" Son Goku, still breathing heavily, glanced at everyone and asked, "Do we have any Senzu Beans? Who knows if more enemies will show up later!"
"No!" Lin Qi shrugged.
Other enemies… Lin Qi's mind immediately conjured the image of that red-haired guy.
A subordinate of Demigra, huh?
"Where could Majin Buu have gone?" Chronoa fell into deep thought once again.
"He's definitely not here. I can't sense his energy anymore," Son Goku plopped down on the ground, utterly exhausted, showing no regard for his image.
As everyone pondered the situation, a voice rang out from nearby.
"Hehe... I might know!"
With the emergence of a black hole, a red-haired youth stepped out from within it.
He held the Demon God's exclusive magical staff and looked at the group with a sly smile.
Lin Qi raised an eyebrow. Speak of the devil, and he appears.
It seems that Demigra, who was sealed within the crevices of time, sensed Mechikabura's resurrection.
Chamel, this guy, is one of Demigra's most loyal followers!
But then again, it's not surprising. Chronoa hasn't even collected a single Dragon Ball and only now realizes the importance of the Dark Dragon Balls.
Isn't it a little too late for that?!
"Who are you?" Trunks turned around warily, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.
"What are you planning?"
Facing Trunks' question, Chamel remained unfazed, calmly explaining, "Planning? I'm not planning much. I just feel that... you all might be somewhat useful to me!"
"Believe me or not, it doesn't matter. What truly matters is the underworld..."
"...which is about to experience an endless storm!"
Chamel's words, tinged with pauses, inexplicably heightened the tension among the group—except for Lin Qi.
Lin Qi listened indifferently. With him here, the original plot was bound to deviate. If it didn't, he would forcibly make it change course!
After all, the Evil Saiyan Cumber in Hell was someone he hadn't had the chance to encounter in the GT timeline.
Now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he let it slip by?
Meanwhile, Chronoa pursed her lips, seemingly deep in thought. Finally, she gritted her teeth and made a decision.
"Goku... Vegeta, I want to transfer your injuries to me. Then, you two, along with Lin Qi, head to Hell!"
"If there are Dark Dragon Balls, you must get them! They already have two..." Chronoa said seriously, looking at the three of them.
"No..." Chamel smirked mischievously. "Earlier, Mechikabura personally intervened and obtained another one from elsewhere!"
"What?!" Chronoa's eyes widened with rage, clenching her fists tightly. "Damn it..."
"Could it be Dark Demon God Buu's Dragon Ball?"
"Probably not. Buu just escaped," Trunks shook his head, dismissing the idea.
Lin Qi raised an eyebrow. Could it be Turles, the one who ate that strange fruit? Wasn't he taken down by the Dark Masked King?
So even Mechikabura personally acted. He's dead set on gathering the Dark Dragon Balls!
"And what about me?" Seeing the three assigned their roles, Trunks asked in confusion.
Chronoa glanced at the heavily injured Trunks. "After the injuries are transferred, you'll send me back!"
"No need to make things more complicated!" Lin Qi cast a glance at the seated Son Goku and Vegeta, who was leaning against a rocky outcrop.
"I'm enough to handle this alone!"
"No way! If something unexpected happens, more people can watch each other's backs!" Chronoa firmly shook her head, insisting on her plan.
"Let's go, Red Hair!" Lin Qi turned to the silent Chamel standing nearby.
If they already had three Dragon Balls, then the remaining four would include the one with the escaped Dark Demon God Buu, another likely with the Evil Saiyan Cumber, one probably on Slug, and the last...
Well, they already had the last one—on Broly!
Tch... He wasn't particularly interested in the Dark Dragon Balls, but he couldn't help but feel the urge to face Mechikabura, who was currently at his peak.
Of course, first, he needed to figure out how to counter magic.
That line about "only magic can defeat magic" in Dragon Ball—he had to challenge it!
Otherwise, would his trip to the Dark Demon Realm just be to watch magic shows?
"Hey! Lin Qi... you bastard!!" Watching Lin Qi follow Chamel through the portal, Chronoa stomped her feet in frustration.
"Disobedient jerk... bastard! Bastard!"
"What should we do now?" Son Goku looked at Trunks tiredly. "I'm starving..."
"Let's head back to the Time Nest first. After we recover a bit, we'll also go to Hell!" Trunks sighed and tried to calm the furious Chronoa.
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Hell.
Countless beams of light interweaved, and on the scorched earth, colorful orbs floated in suspension.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amid the dense orbs, two streaks of light darted back and forth. It was a fierce battle between the second form of Cumber and Super Saiyan 2 Son Goku.
Whoosh!
Just as the battle reached its climax—though it was essentially Cumber suppressing Son Goku—two figures suddenly appeared atop a towering peak.
One was Towa, holding her magic staff, and the other was Shroom, wielding a Death Scythe.
Shroom, a Demon God stationed in Hell and a subordinate of Mechikabura, was also known as the God of Death.
However, in Lin Qi's eyes, he was still just trash!
"This isn't the time to watch how history originally unfolded!" Towa declared as she raised her staff and released dark energy from her magic sphere toward Son Goku.
"Arghhh!!"
The heavily injured Son Goku couldn't withstand the attack, quickly reverting from his Super Saiyan 2 form to his base form and collapsing unconscious on the ground, his life or death uncertain.
"So this is the guy who absorbed my brother?" Towa glared coldly at Cumber.
Shroom's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "No... but he is one of our targets!"
"He seems quite ripe for harvesting!" With a glance from Shroom, a soldier emerged from the ground below.
"Go, Reaper Soldier. Stop that guy from moving!"
"Yes!" The Reaper Soldier, donning a death mask, charged fearlessly toward Cumber, his resolve unshaken.
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