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Chapter 118 Piccolo finally meets the Grand Elder!
The earth-shaking tremors gradually subsided, and suddenly, the spreading heatwave affected the climate of the entire Namekian planet.

As the light faded on the horizon, aboard the flat, round spaceship, Frieza narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold displeasure appearing on his face.

With a bang, the wine glass he was shaking shattered in his hand. This wine was originally prepared to celebrate his impending immortality, but now... let's celebrate with fireworks instead.

Upon seeing this, Taguma was so frightened that he knelt on one knee before Frieza:
"Lord Frieza, those two powerful fighting forces have disappeared."

Although Frieza doesn't know how to sense presence, the slight tremors that occur throughout the entire planet cannot be hidden from anyone.

Frieza's face turned extremely ugly, a cold smile playing on his lips, carrying an undisguised murderous intent—but this was merely a casual transaction. Yet, it was the cold-bloodedness forged from countless piles of white bones:

"This was expected, Taguma. They won't continue fighting until they achieve their goal. Ha, what a bunch of rude guys."

"Looks like they're here for the Dragon Balls too."

Frieza's gaze lingered on the Dragon Balls in Taguma's hand. In any case, it would be better to collect all of these things as soon as possible.

Sorbé was so frightened that he lay prostrate on the ground, his legs trembling uncontrollably, and asked:

"How did you know their purpose, Lord Frieza?"

Frieza narrowed his eyes to slits, glancing at Sorbet as if he were an idiot, somewhat astonished that his stupidity could reach such a level:
"It's obvious that a battle of that magnitude could easily destroy this planet."

"But so far, Namek is safe and sound, which can only mean that either the other side cannot survive in outer space, or there is something on this planet that they are wary of."

Frieza's words made Sorbet feel ashamed, but the legion commander, who seemed to have some intellectual problems, didn't seem to understand.

Frieza wasn't offering a kind explanation; she was telling him to take action.

Since they know the other side is after the Dragon Balls, they will definitely come looking for them by then.
"Drip drip!"

Just then, Frieza's spaceship communication program received a signal from King Kurd and Cooler announcing their arrival on Namek.

Upon seeing this, a technician wearing a silver helmet rushed over and said:
"Lord Frieza, we have just received a landing signal from the spaceship. Lord Cold and Lord Cooler have also arrived on Namek."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Frieza curled his lip in annoyance: "Oh dear, this is quite unexpected."

"But since you've come all this way, let's treat you well."

"After all, they've been keeping such a close eye on me, it must have been tough for them."

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"Naruyo Namek is probably doomed. You should take the rest of your people and escape."

In a corner of the planet, in a huge white hut, the final words of an old man on his deathbed could be heard.

The elder, his skin already aged and brown, no longer had the strength to even open his eyelids. Decrepit and frail, he had entered the final countdown of his life, and could die at any moment.
Throughout his long life, he had almost become one with this planet and this people.

As the soul of Namek, the Grand Elder naturally sensed the decline in the lives of his people and the massacre of villages by many extraterrestrial visitors.

His already few descendants have been almost entirely wiped out.

Now, not a single tear can be squeezed from his face, but his grief and sorrow torment his elderly soul like a leech, which is about to pass away in pain.

To his utter surprise, those young children walked ahead of him.
"Elder!!!"

Neru clenched his fists in resentment, until his nails dug deep into his flesh, and even the tears welling up in his eyes reflected his resolute expression:
"I will never abandon you. My mission is to protect you until the very last moment!"

"Even if I have to die, I'll die before you!!"

"I will fight those cruel executioners to the last moment and avenge the entire Namekian planet!!"

Upon hearing this, the elder's face showed a relieved smile. Unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to encourage and comfort the child with a gentle touch.

“Good boy, Nail, I know your heart, but I believe you felt the earthquake just now. That was a power you could not match. You must preserve the last spark for Namek.”

"I'm sorry, Elder, I... I simply can't do it. I'm a coward. If we really have to leave behind a last spark of life, I don't think I'm the best or most suitable person."

"I don't have the strength to bear everything and survive, nor can I leave you here alone!"

“Protecting you has become the entire meaning of my life.” Neru was in immense torment and pain. He gritted his teeth. He understood the strength of that group of people and was therefore prepared to die.

He has a clear understanding of himself.

He was not the kind of person who would compromise his principles for the sake of a mission, and he was absolutely incapable of bearing the torch of Namek's resurgence.

Therefore, he had to advise the Grand Elder to carefully consider this candidate.

"If Namek is destroyed, what's the point of me just living on alone?"

"I am a combat-type Namekian. Even if I die, I will die in battle!"

Upon hearing this, even the Grand Elder sighed deeply, feeling helpless.

"Hmph, what a fool you are. How long are you going to keep spouting those naive nonsense?"

Suddenly, a cold, demonic voice rang out behind Neru. A green face was visible through a white cloak as the voice coldly stared at the two of them.

“Who???”

When the voice reached his ears, Naru's face stiffened. He immediately turned around and assumed a fighting stance, but when he saw Piccolo's face, which looked almost exactly like his own, he was still stunned in surprise.

"You are... a Namekian?"

Piccolo was also observing Nail and the Elder, who was almost a giant, a complex expression in his eyes:
"I guess so."

He suppressed all his breath, so the two of them couldn't detect his infiltration.

"Kid, who are you?"

The elder asked with some doubt. Although most people of their race looked very similar, as the father of every child, the elder was certain that he had never seen Piccolo on Namek.

Bick's gaze slowly turned to Naru, and he warned sternly:

"There's no time to explain. The entire Frozen Demon Clan has gathered here. You need to leave immediately."

"I don't know the exact location of the remaining Namekians. Although I can sense their ki, they may not trust me."

"So it's up to you to go."

"Quickly gather everyone together and get on the spaceship with me."

"I'll be here to guard this place, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Upon hearing this, Neru paused for a moment, then immediately looked at the Grand Elder, seemingly asking whether he should trust the person in front of him.

With the planet facing a terrifying threat, Naru was already on edge, not to mention the existence of evil Namekians.

"And who are you? You're acting all sneaky, I've never seen you on Namek before, and you're even eavesdropping on our conversation!"

"Nairu".

Just then, the Grand Elder immediately stopped Nail's actions, then turned his gaze to Piccolo, raised an eyelid slightly, looked him up and down, and smiled gently:

"Child, come here."

Bick's mind was slightly dazed. This call carried a feeling he had never had before since birth, a feeling he had for his father.

For some unknown reason, Piccolo hesitated for a moment before obediently walking forward.

They walked all the way to the elder's feet, watching as the old man, with great effort, stretched out his wrinkled hand and slowly placed it on his head.

Immediately afterwards, Piccolo's memories were displayed one by one before the Elder's eyes.

"I see."

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(End of this chapter)