GULP
Kanesu Shiji forced down his saliva, throat dry as sandpaper. He whipped around to the hunched figure who still held out a single hand.
Night wind teased Ra Tenji's sparse white hair as he slowly lowered that hand—as though the feat just performed meant nothing at all.
"Th-this—"
Kanesu's voice quavered; tongue and lips refused to form words.
Tenji turned. The eerie green glow faded from his eyes, replaced by fatigue—and a flicker of fresh excitement.
"Whew…"
He exhaled a breath tinged with scorched ozone. One Makōhō had actually tired him—elder Piccolo Daimaō's shell was no joke. The result, though, was annihilation: half the harbor no longer existed.
So this is Piccolo Daimaō's might. Incredible.
The helpless dread of being hunted was washed away by the heady rush of wielding life and death. Power—that was a man's ultimate pursuit.
While he savored that thrill, the system chimed again.
DING! Host has used avatar power for the first time and delivered a deterrent strike.Avatar "Piccolo Daimaō (elder form)" Wish List generated.
1. Restore Demon-Clan Glory: establish a force of your own and let the world tremble before the Mazoku. (0 %)2. Regain Youthful Might: find a way to reclaim your prime strength. (0 %)3. Create the Strongest Heir: produce an offspring who inherits your full power and will. (0 %)
Each fulfilled wish permanently anchors part—or all—of Piccolo Daimaō's power within the host.
"A Wish List, huh." Tenji's eyes narrowed.
Rebuild the clan, regain youth, forge an heir—pure Piccolo obsessions, yet none were simple.
The first demanded carving territory in a sea crawling with monsters and pirates. Hard, but doable with the demon king's stats.
The second—regaining youth—was as much Tenji's dream as Piccolo's. Why limp around in antique bones? Success would lock in a chunk of power forever. In this world, age-reversal options existed: the Op-Op Fruit's eternal surgery, the mythic Pure Gold, exotic life-extension tech. Three months' possession was generous but temporary; he needed permanence.
The third wish, though—birth the strongest heir—was a real trap. Piccolo reproduced by spitting eggs, but hatching a successor stronger than the parent bled nearly all life force. Empty the tank, and you died.
Trade his life for a future prodigy? Not happening.Kidnap a woman and go the biological route? Even if he struck gold first try, gestation alone outlasted the possession window.
Tenji's head throbbed as he weighed options.
Across from him, Kanesu finally shook off the awe Tenji's aura pressed on him. Respect and naked fear tangled in the boy's eyes.
"Sir, that blast was huge! Kingdom troops—and definitely the Navy—will flood this place any minute. If we don't want them on us, we've gotta move now!"
His frantic hand-waving underlined the point. The burden he'd meant to protect had become something unfathomable.
The words yanked Tenji back. The Makōhō had rattled all of Pudreina; Marines combing the coast would converge fast.
"Agreed. We leave."
Elder Piccolo's might was overwhelming but not endless. The glaring flaw was stamina—ki in this aged vessel crawled back slowly. Until "regain youth" cleared, outright war with Marines, let alone admirals, was suicide.
He glanced at the harbor-sized crater now gulping seawater and winced.
Showboating… perhaps too much.
Feilu novels—always a thrilling read!
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