Yamoshi's speed was beyond comprehension. The Dark Magisters possessed formidable magical knowledge, but their personal physical abilities remained pathetically weak. They desperately attempted to flee, but couldn't escape Yamoshi's relentless pursuit. They ran with every ounce of strength—yet Yamoshi closed the distance in an instant every time.
"He's incredible!" Everyone watched Yamoshi's performance in stunned awe.
"So fast I can't even track his movements!" The injured Saiyans clutched their wounds while gasping excitedly. They couldn't follow Yamoshi's actions with their eyes—they could only witness his overwhelming power through the constantly exploding bodies of the magisters he overtook.
Raditz observed from the sidelines, nodding with subtle satisfaction. Exactly right. Rage serves as the catalyst for birthing a Super Saiyan. History hadn't been altered by his presence after all—the legend would still be created. But one critical question remained unanswered.
The historical records clearly described a ritual requiring six righteous-hearted Saiyans working together to create the transformation. So what was happening here?
Or perhaps... Yamoshi himself will comprehend an even higher level transformation?
Raditz couldn't help but turn his gaze skyward, toward the assembled form of the ancient demon.
To be precise, this wasn't Majin Buu—at least not the version Raditz knew from his own era. At first glance, its physical characteristics resembled Buu's malleable form, but the scale was incomparably greater. This entity operated on an entirely different magnitude! The Majin Buu of Raditz's timeline was likely just a fragment of this ancient demon—a mere piece broken off from the primordial whole!
The massive entity began condensing into humanoid shape, and Raditz's concern intensified with each passing second. The resemblance was unmistakable—it looked almost exactly like Kid Buu. The original, most violent, most unreasonable form of that pink terror! But this ancient version was gigantic, towering like a mountain that scraped the sky itself, seeming ready to topple and crush the world at any moment.
While fleeing in desperate panic, one surviving magister noticed the demon in the sky preparing to descend. He continued his chanting, his eyes widening until they resembled bronze bells, blood vessels spreading through the whites and weaving intricate crimson spider webs across his vision.
"AH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO!"
The demon sensed the summoning and released a roar that shook the heavens. Its form plummeted like an apocalyptic meteorite, friction with the atmosphere igniting flames across its surface. Light itself distorted and fluctuated around its descent.
The atmosphere suddenly froze. Everyone tensed involuntarily. Yamoshi's entire body trembled as his head snapped upward.
He felt it too—that terrifying attacking force constantly growing closer. The massive demon descended from thousands of meters above, the dark pores across its body venting superheated steam.
Yamoshi casually obliterated the second-to-last magister with a ki blast, then gathered his full power and launched himself upward to meet the falling demon head-on.
The last remaining magister's black robe tore away, revealing long writhing tentacles and an insectoid head. His short, bloated body contorted obscenely as he scurried to hide within a pile of shattered rubble. While the others had fled through the air—where the speed differential made them easy prey for Yamoshi—this one had exploited the terrain to escape detection.
His name was Bibidi, and he was the most cunning and evil among the Dark Magisters—their chief architect of corruption.
Bibidi understood that once the demon fully engaged, the entire battle would transform completely. Yamoshi would have no time or attention to spare for hunting stragglers. Though Bibidi couldn't truly control the ancient demon, nothing mattered more at this juncture than preserving his own miserable life.
In truth, not only Yamoshi but everyone found themselves transfixed by the demon's arrival. The overwhelming oppressive force paralyzed them completely.
"So strong!" Yamoshi clenched his fists, his entire body trembling. He'd exerted his full strength just to resist the demon's crushing presence, yet the bone-deep terror of that horrifying aura still prevented him from gathering the will to properly counterattack.
The plummeting figure grew larger and larger in his vision. Sweat poured from Yamoshi's forehead in rivers.
"He's no match for that thing." Raditz's frown deepened.
A seemingly bottomless chasm separated the Super Saiyan from the colossal ancient demon—they existed in entirely different realms of power! Moreover, this primordial Majin was vastly stronger than the Majin Buu Raditz knew from his own timeline. If Majin Buu equated to Super Saiyan 3, then this enormous ancient demon must possess power equivalent to Super Saiyan God at minimum!
Even just observing its descent, Raditz felt inexplicable pressure building in his chest.
If this attack connected with Yamoshi, only one outcome was possible: Yamoshi would die.
"HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO—!"
The demon shrieked with savage ferocity. Its body approached the ground rapidly, and the closer it came, the more the earth itself seemed to sink beneath the pressure. Rocks exploded in layered detonations. Soil cracked and fractured.
Violent storms raged chaotically. Yamoshi's face went pale, though his rage still burned. But no matter how much he raised his Super Saiyan ki, it proved utterly inadequate.
The demon broke through the barrier of Super Saiyan energy like it was tissue paper—piercing the golden flames, the very air, even space itself! Its berserk power was absolutely overwhelming, devastatingly unstoppable, radiating pure murderous intent.
It's over. We're finished.
Every Saiyan simultaneously arrived at this conclusion, their faces turning ashen with despair.
Suddenly, someone remembered—their side had a special visitor. A strange, impossibly powerful Saiyan. Their eyes darted sideways, searching—but Raditz had vanished. In that critical moment, he'd simply disappeared.
BOOM!
Raditz materialized directly in front of Yamoshi. His entire body blazed crimson, wreathed in a layer of fluid, intelligent flame that flowed like liquid fire across his form. Sacred, ethereal light erupted at the very last instant, blocking the demon's descent. Raditz extended one hand before him, meeting overwhelming violence with equal force—and caught the demon's massive fist in an iron grip.
Yamoshi's eyes widened in absolute disbelief.
The demon itself looked stunned.
"Don't be so surprised." Raditz smiled calmly, his voice carrying quiet confidence. "Leave the demon to me for now. I finally understand why I was brought to this time and place. Perhaps it truly is fate."
In that critical moment—when he'd witnessed Yamoshi powerless before the demon's might—sudden understanding had crystallized in Raditz's mind like a lightning strike of revelation.
It wasn't Yamoshi who created the legend of the Super Saiyan God.
It was me.
I'm the one who will teach Yamoshi the transformation ritual! That's how the legend gets passed down through the ages!
Only this explanation made sense. Only this could reconcile the theoretically impossible contradictions.
Raditz roared, his eyes sharp as a hunting falcon. A terrifying shockwave exploded through the void around them. The surrounding space shattered like a mirror struck by a hammer—cracks spreading through reality itself, twisting, distorting, finally disintegrating entirely.
BOOM!
The demon exploded within that devastating impact. Its body—capable of transforming at will—was shattered, distorted, reduced to fragments like a broken reflection. But Raditz knew the ancient demon possessed near-immortal vitality. Unless every single cell was completely destroyed, it wouldn't die. It would simply regenerate and return.
But right now, dealing with the demon wasn't Raditz's primary objective.
Right now, the most important thing was creating history itself.
"Yamoshi, listen carefully!" Raditz's voice rang out with commanding authority. "If you want to defeat this ancient demon, you need power equivalent to my current state—Super Saiyan God!"
"Super... Saiyan... God?!" Yamoshi's voice trembled with awe.
"Exactly. You need five other Saiyans who possess righteous hearts—warriors of pure spirit, untainted by darkness. Together, the six of you must pool your combined will and justice to complete the transformation!" Raditz dodged the demon's stretching limbs, spinning to engage it directly. "I'll hold the demon here. You go and gather the others—complete the Super Saiyan God ritual!"
Yamoshi's mind went blank for several heartbeats. Then sudden comprehension flooded through him like divine revelation. The Super Saiyan God—the power needed to save the world! He didn't know this mysterious warrior's identity, but he felt as though he'd encountered a savior sent by destiny itself. His heart pounded violently, blood boiling with renewed purpose.
He understood with absolute certainty: he was about to usher in a new era. He was about to make history.
And the warrior before him—this stranger with Saiyan blood and godly power—was the key to everything.