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Chapter 116 The Fate of the Twins

"The threads of fate finally intersected at this moment. Two children born on the same day and in the same infant pod miraculously met again on another planet several or ten years later."

At the end of the lake, the green waves reflected a similarly green face, with bloodstains running down the cheeks from the forehead.

The distant earthquake was terrifying, as if the entire sky was collapsing.

Just as Gamora climbed out of the water, she heard Paragus's weak voice behind her and turned around warily.

"Ok?"

Beneath the ruins, Paragus, equally wounded, clutched half his arm, panting heavily, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
No one knows what he felt when he saw Carrot—shock, bewilderment, surprise, disorientation, but mostly nostalgia.

Perhaps no matter how much time has passed, for him, everything on Planet Vegeta seems like it happened just yesterday.

Because she was caught in the undercurrent, Gamora's clothes were torn open, revealing abrasions and bruises all over her body, causing her excruciating pain.

Nebula was also pulled out of the water by her. She looked down at the water in the mechanical eyes, which seemed to be broken. She cursed under her breath for not being able to see anything.

Strictly speaking, this is not a safe area. They stopped here simply because they had no more energy left.

There are no safe zones here. Even if you run to the farthest point on this planet, you might die in the next second.

Paragus sighed as he gazed at his reflection in the lake. Broly's loss of control meant that he was probably not far from death.

It seems that it was only at the moment Broly and Kakarot collided that Paragus finally realized that he had grown old.

The times have changed.

They no longer belonged to them.

It's unbelievable that even Kakarot has grown so big and possesses the terrifying strength to fight Broly.

Has our era truly passed?

Paragus gazed at the distant, now forbidden land of death, his expression complex, his murmurs growing increasingly desperate as he wallowed in self-pity.

However, it wasn't until the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his temple that he regained his senses slightly.

"Gamora?"

Looking at the familiar green face before him, Paragus's expression flashed with surprise, but then, as if he had figured something out, he revealed a self-deprecating sneer, laughing at Thanos, but also at himself:
"I see, no wonder Broly suddenly lost control."

Paragus never imagined that he would ultimately not escape the fate of being abandoned by those in power.

He's getting senile.

I'm really getting old and confused.

All the rulers of the universe are the same. King Vegeta is, Frieza is, Thanos is—these people are never trustworthy.

No, to be precise, Broly's power would be rejected and feared wherever he went.
"You know him? Tell me, who is the person fighting Broly right now?"

Ignoring her wounds, Gamora was increasingly unable to see the current situation clearly, but she knew she had to figure it out.

The strange man in the orange-red clothes who suddenly appeared seemed to know Broly, and they started fighting each other for no apparent reason.

The earth-shattering battle cracked the ground, and countless valleys and plains were reduced to ashes.

This also prevents them from releasing the Mind Stone from Broly's control, because if the other party is an enemy rather than a friend, given that person's current combat power, Broly would probably be killed by him in the first place!
Horrible! No, their power has completely surpassed Gamora's understanding of power. It's like something out of a science fiction movie—even a science fiction film wouldn't dare to depict this!

In this battle, are those two even human anymore?

No, are they really still cosmic life forms?

Gods, natural disasters for all things—perhaps these are more accurate terms!
Gamora couldn't comprehend that their terrifying power was not determined by the number of opponents.

Even if you are among a million-strong cosmic army, being destroyed is just a matter of a snap of the fingers.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, since the controller is destroyed anyway."

"If you can control Broly in another way, that would suit me perfectly, at least we could both survive."

At this moment, all three of them had sustained some injuries. Gamora had lost an arm, Nebula had lost an eye, and Paragus had lost an eye, a hand, and a gun was pointed at his head.

Paragus's gaze trailed off with a hint of melancholy in his twilight years, a wistful longing for the past, as if it were all just yesterday:

“Ever since Broly was a toddler, he would often unconsciously mutter a name.”

"Kakarot."

"When I first heard this name from him, I couldn't even believe it, because the first sound he learned wasn't 'Papa,' but 'Kakarot.'"

At this point, a hint of jealousy even flashed in Paragus's eyes, but he quickly dismissed it:

"That might be the name he heard in the baby pod, Kakarot."

“I didn’t know what that name meant to Broly before, since nobody except the two guys who looked after the baby pods knew what happened inside.”

"But now I think I understand something: it was fate."

"Just like the mission your father believed in."

"The only person who made him lose control may also be the only person who could save him."

"After all, there will never be anyone else in the world quite like them."

In the distance, the howling winds and waves sweep across the eight directions of heaven and earth, rising from one place without ceasing, with no end in sight, lingering over the entire land, stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

The volcano was ignited, the raging waves were stirred up, and the words that echoed from the wind radiated a forgotten innocence of childhood, resonating with Paragus's voice:
“I’m so happy, Broly.”

Rising from the deep pit of the ruins, Carrotel, suspended in mid-air, silently raised a smile, his gaze fixed on Broly's pupil-less whites.

A gentle warmth seeped from the deepest recesses of his eyes, as if to rekindle a touch of humanity in his out-of-control gaze:

There will never be anyone in the world as similar to you and me again.

"Born on the same day, in the same incubator, and even born into the same family that was framed and expelled by King Vegeta, forced to leave the planet, as the last orphans exiled to the end of the universe."

“We are both so special. You are a legend born only once every thousand years, an elite in the truest sense, while I am a fusion of Krypton and Saiyan, only borrowing a bit of the sun's brilliance in the talent of a lower-class warrior.”

For some reason, Broly, who was in a state of anger, inexplicably quieted down when he heard Carrot's words.

"Kakarot?"

(End of this chapter)