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Chapter 187 God Piccolo: You've gone too far!
Celebration, dancing, passion, champagne, a gathering of distinguished guests, all swaying wildly in the temple.

Civilization on Earth has never lacked parties and dances. Not to mention the ruins and scorched earth after war, even the most barren soil in the world is filled with stories of dancing around a campfire.

In the Temple of the Gods, the chubby little black boy Bobo played like a big kid weighing over 200 pounds. He had served countless generations of gods in his life, but he had never seen so many people in the Temple of the Gods before.

Old Bick clutched his chest in pain, as if he were having a heart attack, his blood pressure rising in waves as he faced the dazzling lights and bustling city.

"Destroyed, completely destroyed. The Temple of Gods has been ruined in my hands this generation."

Old Bick never expected that after Batman transformed the Hyperbolic Time Chamber into the Batcave, Iron Man would turn the Temple of Astronomy into a party venue!

This is a temple. A temple!

Do you even understand the concept of respect?

At this moment, amidst the bright lights and lively music and dance, graceful figures danced under the swaying lights.

Carrot sat at the bar recounting his battle with Frieza, while Broly ate with gleaming eyes and greasy mouth at the table.

The praying mantis woman jumped the most happily, while Natasha danced the sexiest.

Diana was enjoying the breeze with her arms outstretched, Daigo was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, Gamora and Nebula were listening to music, and the rest of the group felt like they were watching a fantasy movie.

Is this what the outside world is like?
Galaxyes can be destroyed so easily?
Are you kidding me?
Compared to that, what are their arduous struggles on Earth?
"Mr. Bobo, please help me back to my room."

After watching for a while, I felt more and more uncomfortable. Old Bick's trembling hands couldn't even hold his cane properly. No, my blood pressure is high. The kids in the global village are taking advantage of my old age and weakness, and they're having a rave in my house!
However, before the god could take two steps, just as he was about to go back to his room to rest, Piccolo suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way with a solemn expression.

"Piccolo? It's you. What do you want?"

Kami just heard about what happened to Piccolo and Namek.

To be honest, I'm very touched. I never imagined that the actions of a clone back then would allow his descendants to repay his distant hometown today.

Even though he didn't go, since Piccolo is him, then who's he to me?!

The good deeds you did, aren't they the same good deeds I did?
Now that Namek has moved to Earth, after retiring, the gods plan to have tea with the Namekians, watch some TV, and enjoy a good life.

However, the next second, Bick's words made his hair stand on end.

Can I kill you once?

"????"

The deity lost his grip on his cane and dropped it to the ground. He stammered, pointing at him, "You, you, you, are you drunk?"

"I told you Carrot shouldn't have let you develop this hobby! It's a bad influence on the child!!!"

Piccolo's face twitched. Age was his eternal weakness. His stern expression still exuded indifference, but his murderous gaze became even more ruthless. Anyway, according to the method taught to him by the Grand Elder, the God wouldn't really die.

Kill him! He absolutely must be killed!

According to Carrot El's tradition of retirement for important figures, dying once is a basic requirement!
"I'll drink it if I want, it's none of your business!!"

Piccolo conjured the spinning trajectory of the Special Beam Cannon in his hand, his entire being radiating an aura of urging someone to die for a greater cause, as he stared at the god and said:

"What Earth needs now is not a god, but a group of people like me with super powers!"

"I don't want to be left behind by anyone. This prosperous era should also include a part for us Namekians."

"What the hell does that have to do with you killing me???"

"If you're not convinced, go and practice on me!!!"

The celestial being looked utterly exasperated. At his age, he was suffering like this, having befriended a bunch of unruly children who had even rebelled against the Heavenly Guard. "Why didn't you let me kill you?" he cried.

Upon hearing this, Piccolo approached him step by step, realizing that he seemed to genuinely mean it. The god was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"What are you doing? Calm down! Piccolo! Stop! You have a bright future ahead of you!" "Besides, we're one, if I die, you die too."

"So you have to spit out an egg before you die! Hurry up!"

Upon hearing this, the god froze for two seconds, and his originally brown and withered face instantly turned even more yellow with anger.

This statement is as insulting as a human child saying to an 80-year-old relative, "Can you have a child so I can stab you to death?"

"This is absolutely outrageous!!!!"

"BoBo, go get me a Batman plan!!"

The god shouted at the top of his lungs, then turned and ran away as fast as he could, while the loyal Popo stood in front of Piccolo, then awkwardly whispered:
"My Lord, Batman set a password."

The god was completely dumbfounded: "???"

So, I'm definitely going to die today?

Damn Batman, you even set a password?

According to Gotham rumors, isn't it said that anyone can easily steal your plans?

Piccolo pointed at Kami with two fingers, holding the Special Beam Cannon technique in his hand: "Stop talking nonsense. If you saw how strong Frieza and his gang were, you would make the same decision!"

"I never want to run away again. This escape is the greatest humiliation of my life."

"Besides, you won't really die. There are so many Namekians. We can just find someone who can make Dragon Balls to revive you later."

"Hurry up and spit out your eggs, then you can retire smoothly and honorably."

Seeing this, the god immediately understood that Piccolo was determined to kill him.

If time could go back several hundred years, he would never have agreed to become this god of destruction.

What bad luck to have associated with these little brats on Earth! My reputation is ruined. I've lost everything – people, food, money, even my spiritual practice and my house. In the end, I even lost my life.

"Are you crazy? How old am I?!"

"You want me to have a child? How could I possibly give birth?"

The god's vision went black for a moment, and he shouted loudly, "Where is Popo?" But unexpectedly, just as Piccolo was about to make a move, Carrot El suddenly appeared and grabbed his wrist.

"Wait, Piccolo!"

With his super hearing, Carrot El had already taken in everything that was happening here. Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, he teleported over to stop it.

"Why, Sun?"

Piccolo looked at him with a puzzled expression. Normally, his killing of the Celestial was a Namekian family matter, and Carrot El should have no reason to interfere.

Moreover, he knew the whole story. Even though he had a relationship with the gods, Piccolo still thought he would be resurrected. It wasn't a real killing; it was just a token gesture.

"Thank goodness, Carrot, you've finally arrived! Piccolo was trying to kill me..."

Seeing this, Carrot El sighed deeply, silently pressed down on Piccolo's wrist, and simultaneously crushed his Special Beam Cannon to pieces.

“Don’t be so reckless, Piccolo. There are many things you don’t understand here. Let me tell you, when mortals die, they just die. But for gods, even if they die, they may not be able to come back.”

"The weight of individual fates differs, and so does their destination after death."

"Hell, the underworld, the abyss, the pure land, the realm of death—no one knows where they'll go, and those places are several times more chaotic than Earth."

"If there is any place in the world that is the most chaotic, it is definitely the place where people go after they die."

(End of this chapter)