REVIEWS AND POWERSTONES PLSSS!!!!!Chapter 19: Obsidian Planet
"Turles, why did you shut down the gravity chamber?" Paragus burst into the ship's control room, demanding answers angrily.
Turles waved dismissively, signaling Karl to leave.
After Karl exited and sealed the door, Turles leisurely approached Paragus, regarding him with calm eyes.
Under that gaze, Paragus gradually quieted, his own eyes becoming evasive.
'This guy's getting more terrifying.' Paragus thought nervously.
Once Paragus had settled down, Turles spoke evenly: "Paragus, although we're allies in reviving the Saiyan race, and I've agreed to support you as the new Saiyan King, there's something you need to understand." He paused deliberately. "I expect a minimum level of respect from you. After all, my strength currently exceeds yours. And among Saiyans, power is everything."
"Do you understand?"
Paragus's face cycled through shades of red and white, his expression turning ugly. Finally, he muttered: "I understand."
Turles knew Paragus remained resentful, but he didn't care. As long as his strength remained superior, certain things could be overlooked. Still, Paragus was Broly's father. After this lesson, Turles explained: "Karl reported we'll complete this journey's leg in three days. After that, we officially enter Galactic Center territory. I shut down the gravity chamber to prioritize propulsion power. So, do you still have questions?"
"Really? That's excellent!" Despite lingering resentment, Paragus couldn't help showing excitement as he confirmed with Turles.
Receiving confirmation again, Paragus seemingly forgot his grievances entirely, leaving the control room in high spirits.
The moment he stepped outside, his excitement vanished. Dark eyes flashed with jealous hatred.
Turles naturally couldn't read Paragus's mind—he didn't have telepathy. Though even if he had guessed, he probably wouldn't have cared.
Two days later, Turles's group arrived one day early at their destination. Seeing the bustling interstellar port before them, everyone felt excited.
"Obsidian Planet—a completely neutral commercial world. The only legal planet at the boundary between Galactic Center and the North Galaxy. Protected jointly by the Galactic Patrol, Galactic Mercenary Union, and Galactic Commerce Guild. This triple protection has made Obsidian far more prosperous than typical commercial planets. Countless ships pass through daily. Who knows how many powerful beings hide among them?"
Jaco, playing tour guide, introduced the massive planet to everyone.
"Indeed. I'm sensing at least a dozen warriors with battle power exceeding 100,000," Turles confirmed.
Glancing at Turles with surprise, Jaco continued: "We'll be parting ways now. I need to purchase a ship on Obsidian, then return to Galactic Patrol headquarters. If you're not in a rush, you could stay on this planet for two weeks. I'll return to find you then."
"Sounds good."
After landing at the spaceport, Turles's group separated from Jaco and Tights. Jaco headed to the Galactic Patrol station on Obsidian while Turles decided to explore the planet properly.
They agreed on a meeting time, then went their separate ways. Turles had wanted to wander alone, but Broly wanted to accompany him. After considering, Turles nodded agreement. So the two explored together.
Obsidian truly lived up to its reputation as a commercial planet. The business atmosphere permeated everything. Commercial districts filled every sector, selling everything imaginable—from planetary transactions to slave trading. Here, you could find anything you wanted.
Walking the bustling streets, Turles saw all manner of alien species. Octopus-headed beings, five-meter-tall giants resembling mini-titans, even a pig being carried in a palanquin. Turles's eyes were thoroughly opened.
Suddenly, cheering drew his attention. He looked toward a massive white building, sensing numerous powerful ki signatures gathered behind it.
Turles gestured for Broly to follow, heading toward the structure.
Reaching the entrance, a giant light screen displayed universal text: Universe Mercenary Arena
Seeing this, Turles's interest peaked. An arena meant fighting. As a Saiyan, no way he'd miss this.
The moment he stepped through the entrance, massive waves of sound crashed over him.
"Kill him!"
"Counter! COUNTER!"
"Get up, you moron! I bet on you!"
Constant cursing, cheering, and shouting filled the air. Turles finally saw the scene clearly.
An enormous blue energy barrier curved like an inverted bowl covering the ground. A field approximately ten kilometers in radius was enclosed beneath it. Inside, two aliens were battling.
One had green skin with mantis-like blade arms instead of normal limbs. The other surprised Turles greatly—a Namekian. Currently, the Namekian lay on the ground, right arm severed at the shoulder. Purple blood flowed freely.
According to Turles's knowledge, after a natural disaster three hundred years ago drastically reduced their population, Namekians had nearly vanished from the universe. Besides the Grand Elder's asexually-reproduced clan on New Namek, only Earth's Kami and the dying Super Namekian Lord Slug remained. The next Namekian appearance wouldn't occur until the Universe 6 tournament.
Yet here was another Namekian. Though considering the universe's vastness, some descendants who'd escaped ancient Namek might exist—like Earth's Kami.
Turles wasn't worried about the Namekian in the arena. By his sensing, this one measured 10,000 battle power. The mantis warrior only had 8,000+. Survival was assured.
Besides, Namekians possessed a special ability.
Just then, the situation changed. The Namekian suddenly stood, shouting continuously. His severed arm regenerated completely from the stump.
The entire crowd was shocked by this reversal. Some knowledgeable spectators recognized his species.
But the technique had limitations. As his arm regrew, the Namekian began panting heavily, his energy signature dropping noticeably.
The restored Namekian re-engaged the mantis warrior. Intense movements and occasional energy blasts justified the crowd's enthusiastic reactions.
This Namekian clearly had extensive combat experience. Earlier must have been carelessness. Now serious, he completely dominated the mantis warrior. Within half an hour, he'd won. The mantis warrior lay unconscious in the arena.
Unsurprised by the outcome, Turles didn't linger. Instead, after the Namekian departed, he immediately followed.
Though the Namekian tried avoiding crowds, without ki suppression ability, he stood out to Turles like a beacon in darkness.
Leaving the city, the Namekian flew toward the wilderness, donning a black robe. He looked quite mysterious.
Seeing this, Turles and Broly followed. But Namekian vision and hearing far exceeded normal—so they didn't get too close, just tracking his ki signature from a distance.
Soon, the Namekian stopped moving in Turles's perception.
Behind a boulder, Turles and Broly landed, suppressing their ki as much as possible, watching the scene one kilometer away.
The Namekian faced several diverse aliens, complex emotions flickering through his eyes. After silence, he spoke in a low voice: "I fulfilled your requirements. Where are my people?"
The aliens exchanged glances. One with blue skin and two horns stepped forward, saying gruffly: "Follow me."
He led the Namekian toward a cave behind them.
Entering, the Namekian discovered the cave's extraordinary size. Katchin steel cages filled the interior. Some were empty; others imprisoned various species. Many cages bore bloodstains of different colors—clearly a prison for multiple races.
The Namekian clenched his fists, sharp nails piercing his palms. Purple blood began flowing.
As a naturally kind species, witnessing such horror inevitably angered him. But he knew clearly—his individual strength couldn't accomplish anything. Rescuing his own people was already his maximum effort.
Unable to meet the pleading or numb gazes from passing cages, the Namekian could only follow the horned alien forward until stopping before a cage holding two small Namekians.
Seeing the injuries covering his people, the Namekian glared furiously at the horned alien, who remained completely indifferent—even provocative.
"Open it!" Voice suppressing rage, the Namekian spoke word by word.
"Tch!"
Disappointed the Namekian hadn't attacked, the horned alien finally unlocked the cage, releasing the two young Namekians.
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