Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 800 Should We Still Fight?
"We've only been dead for a few years, and all the younger generations in the mortal realm are this arrogant?"

Chardo was somewhat puzzled.

"Whether he has real skill or is just a kid who only makes noises that disturb people's sleep, we'll find out by trying."

Alfia kept her eyes closed and spoke directly.

"Shall you go first, or shall I go first?"

"If I go first, I will be able to eliminate the noise, so you should go first."

The woman in the evening gown made way for them.

"It's not like I would go easy on you."

The man grumbled and looked at Broly.

"Kid, are you ready?"

"Anytime is fine."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the man on the other side moved with the speed of a rabbit, pouncing towards him like a tiger.

Broly crossed his arms in front of him and easily dodged the continuous punches from his charging opponent by simply swaying his body in place.

"Your boxing skills are quite sharp, not bad at all!"

While dodging, Broly also made comments.

"You bastard..."

Chardo stopped throwing punches and switched to a whip kick, sweeping it horizontally towards Broly's waist.

Broly lightly touched the ground with his toes, and this time he couldn't dodge the attack by casually swaying his body.

He retreated instantly, creating distance between himself and Chardo.

A crack extended along the ground, stopping just before his landing point.

"It seems this isn't some disturbing noise, but rather exciting music!"

Erebus, observing the battle, spoke to Alfia beside him.

The aloof woman did not respond, but instead slightly opened her eyes and looked at the two people over there.

"Father, please forgive me for devouring the supper of the gods. Enjoy, tongue of desire, devour, scorching fangs!"

Raya. Celestial Wine, Chardo's only magic, an offensive fire-attribute spell, was quickly unleashed by him.

A gigantic maw with fangs made of flames suddenly lunged at the spot where Broly stood, and in an instant, the ground seemed to melt away.

Is it over?

Chardo looked ahead at the huge chasm created by his own magic and muttered to himself.

"not yet."

However, the voice behind him answered his question.

Chardo lunged forward, quickly creating distance and turning to defend and attack.

However, Broly didn't attack him. Instead, he asked, "Why are you reacting so strongly? It's not because you didn't see me escape your attack and circled around to your back, is it?"

Chardo: "..."

He really didn't see it clearly.

Seriously, where did this monster come from in the lower realm?

Even if the person doesn't attack you, you can still feel like you're being manipulated by them.

"I've already assessed your speed; it's very fast. But I haven't yet experienced your power. Come, let me feel your power and see if you can break through my defenses!"

Even if you lose, you can't lose face. Chardo took a defensive stance and shouted loudly at Broly over there.

"real or fake?"

Broly appeared before the man as if he had teleported, and asked him this question in his ear.

So fast...

With no cover in sight, Chardo still couldn't see how his opponent got close enough. The man instinctively jumped back and crossed his arms in front of him to block.

Broly watched him until the other finished his defensive stance, then raised his right hand, bent his index finger, and lightly flicked the other's crossed arm guards.

"Bang~"

A terrifying explosion rang out, and Chardor, fully armored, was like a cannonball that had been launched, crashing directly into the distant pile of undead, clearing a wide path through it, and then smashing into a protruding grayish-white boulder.

The massive rock shattered and collapsed, burying people inside. Life or death...

Well, it's already an undead, so it should be fine. It can't die again, right?

"Hey, are you alright?"

Broly shouted in that direction.

A hand with its bones turned outwards pushed aside the rock.

Gluttonous Chardo, in a pitifully battered state, struggled to emerge from the pile of rocks.

Broly was somewhat surprised, not expecting the other person to be able to stand up.

"Can we still play? Shall we continue?"

Chardo: "..."

He remained silent for a moment, then tilted his head back and fell down.

"I concede defeat, let's make a substitution."

He raised his bloodied hand and said.

With the man admitting defeat, Broly turned his gaze away and looked at the two people on the cliff face.

"The root of blessing, the hatred of birth, the original sin that devours half my body..."

Meanwhile, Alfia took advantage of Chardo's deliberate silence to complete her long incantation.

"Weep, Holy Bell Tower, vanish, and pray!"

A giant magical bell appeared above Broly's head.

It swayed, and the sound of the sacred bell rang out.

But what it tolled was a death knell.

The terrifying sonic magic descended from above, crashing down in the blink of an eye.

The previously clamorous wave of undead suddenly fell silent.

They were all shattered into dust by this super-wide-area magic that descended from the sky, along with the underworld ground beneath their feet.

Chardo, through his own disheveled state, demonstrated the prowess of Broly, the trial participant. Alfia, naturally, would not let his sacrifice go to waste, immediately unleashing her full power, activating an extended incantation and a wide-area annihilation spell after the Calamity Compensation.

As for its power, if this move were to land directly on Orario, it would probably only take one and a half shots to flatten the entire city at the center of the world.

He was a level seven in life, but his true strength was close to level ten. However, he was hampered by his weak and sickly body and therefore could not fight at full strength.

But in the afterlife, in the underworld, freed from the burdens of a physical body, Alfia was truly the number one being below the gods, or rather, the number one soul.
Her strength is undeniable, absolutely at the level of a super-powerful monster, but her target was Broly, so...

"My attack isn't working?"

Against Charles, Broly displayed his speed and negligible strength, while against Alfia, he displayed his defense.

The ground beneath his feet was reduced to dust by the terrifying sonic magic attack from the Holy Bell Tower, but his spirit remained unmoved, as if it had not been attacked at all.

His body floated straight out of the attack range of the Gospel and landed in front of Alfia. Broly asked, "Would you like to experience my power too?"

Alfia: "..."

“This voice is very powerful. It seems that your trial will have to be conducted by your own god.”

The woman moved aside.

"Oh my, I never expected that you, a child from the lower realm, would be so capable. I was planning to wait until you finally gained the approval of Chardo and Alfia before reluctantly acknowledging you, and also to give Hermes some face..."

Erebus scratched the back of his head in frustration, the situation before him exceeding his expectations.

I thought this would be a difficult trial by the Dark God, but he passed it easily with terrifying strength. "Now, are you willing to help me find my soul?"

"Of course... no!"

"Huh?"

Meeting Broly's questioning gaze, Erebus explained, "I am a god of principle. If you were to fight them with difficulty and gain my approval and promise to help, that would be called divine grace. But now you have directly sent two of my henchmen to your aid, which makes me, the chief god of darkness, lose face."

"Uh, shall we do it again? This time, I'll act a little bit?"

Broly asked.

"No, why bother with this act? I'll personally put you to the test."

Erebus waved his hand, indicating that he would personally increase the intensity.

"I am the God of the Underworld, the absolute evil God of Darkness. In this small corner of the Underworld, my dark power is limitless. Now, I will show you the power of darkness..."

As he spoke, the originally gray-white underworld was gradually enveloped in darkness, and Erebus disappeared into the surrounding darkness, his figure seemingly blending completely into the darkness of the environment.

"So, is it still not too late to go back now...?"

A dark, massive hand gripped Broly, like a giant grasping a fragile little figurine.

Just as Erebus was laughing with a wicked sense of humor, he transformed into a tiny figure held in the endless darkness and began to burst forth with boundless light.

Oh no, that wasn't light, it was air. It was only because his dark power had devoured all other colors that it made the other appear like light.

"Hmm!"

Broly let out a shout and began to explode with energy, the gas gushing out of his body pushing the surrounding darkness away.

The dark forces attempted to resist, but were crushed by the terrifying numbers. The darkness gradually faded, and the surroundings returned to the original environment of the underworld.

Erebus stood there, as if the darkness that had enveloped the world just moments before was merely an illusion.

"I'm not going back. Can we begin the fight now?"

Broly, whose spirit body had swelled up, looked at the Dark God and asked directly.

Erebus: "..."

What's the point of fighting? It's already over.

Even when he used his divine power to transform into a dark form, his opponent used even more excessive power to force him back.

How can he fight ghosts? He can't enter the dark state. What's the difference between him and some useless gods who stay at home?
Let him fight in his current form? What a joke! Even though the underworld is his home, he'll be asleep after he dies, okay?

"Ahem, actually, we can skip a few more stages."

"Ok?"

"For example, if you want to find a certain soul, I can find it for you right now."

"What are your principles?"

"Principles are meant to be broken; I am not the kind of rigid, rule-bound deity."

"Then, can I find a few more?"

"Uh……"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Ha, what are you saying? Find as many as you want."

Looking at the Saiyan's powerful chest muscles and arms strong enough to run a horse, Erebus waved his hand and said grandly.

"However, I can't guarantee that I will be able to find them. After all, the underworld is very large, and there are many children's souls. Even if I am a god of the underworld, it is impossible for me to know where they are all."

"What if what I'm looking for is the soul of a child that you, Lord Erebus, have also met, spoken to, and become acquainted with in the mortal realm? That should be able to find it, right?"

"Um, just asking, who are you looking for?"

"Ryurion's former companions in the Astrea Familia, and his good friend in the Ganesha Familia, a girl named Adil Farma."

Erebus: "..."

He knew these people's souls all too well.

Search, what the hell are you looking for?

During the years he was sent back to the heavens and stayed in the underworld, he had long since collected the souls of the lower realm children he admired.

Of course, it wasn't that he had any strange fetish for wanting to outdo the children of other gods; it was simply that Erebus wanted the children he admired to find peace and a better slumber in their own little corner of the underworld.

"What's wrong, Lord Erebus? Are you having trouble finding it?"

Broly noticed his expression was off and asked him directly.

"Ha, just kidding, who do you think I am?"

With a wave of his hand, Erebus reopened the Dark Void, from which a dozen or so small orbs of soul light emerged.

"Uh, what's this?"

"The souls you're looking for are all here: the Ivory Poem, the innocent and radiant girl—Adi Falma; the Crimson Flower, the silly girl radiating the light of justice—Alicie Roffer..."

Erebus pointed to the soul orbs on the ground, knowing each one intimately. The reason for his knowledge was simple: the group of righteous girls had left an indelible impression on him during their battle against the dark forces led by the villainous god he considered absolutely evil.

"Then how do I wake them up?"

Broly asked directly.

"You do not know?"

Should I know?

"Then how did you awaken so many undead just now?"

Erebus countered with a question.

Broly understood and directly channeled his energy into the soul orb on the ground.

The tiny orbs of soul light began to expand one by one, and soon returned to their original forms from when they were alive.

The girls were of all shapes and sizes, from different races.

"What am I doing..."

Alexie opened her eyes, and upon seeing Erebus beside her, she pointed at him and screamed.

"You bastard evil god!"

"Silent Alfia, how is this possible? Didn't you already throw yourself into the flames of the dungeon and die?"

The other girls of the Astrea Familia also stared in astonishment at the white-haired woman with her eyes closed.

"Shut up, you noisy little girls. Is there any possibility that I might die, but you'll all die too?"

"Huh?!"

After a commotion, the group of righteous girls finally remembered what had happened to them before they died and confirmed the circumstances of their deaths.

"So, this is what the afterlife looks like?"

The red-haired girl touched and pinched her own spirit body here and there.

"Even though this place doesn't look like much, how come we can still retain our consciousness from when we were alive?"

Kaguya Gojou was somewhat amazed by the sight of the long-haired, black-haired girl in the red kimono.

"No, no, no, it's not that you can maintain your consciousness from when you were alive, but that someone has awakened you from your slumber and stimulated your consciousness from when you were alive."

Erebus quickly stepped forward to explain, pointing at Broly and saying, "And he is the one who awakened your consciousness, and seems to want to resurrect you."

"Huh?!"

The undead girls of the Astrea Familia looked curiously at Broly.

"They're complete strangers..."

Alexie scratched her head, thinking that she had died and lost all memory of the other person.

(End of this chapter)