Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

Thinking of this, Cell's lips curled up even wider, and a satisfied gleam appeared on his green face.

After circling twice more in the sky, finding that Cell could not be found, it simply descended back to the side of the maglev sports car.

“That guy isn’t in the sky.” Number 17 narrowed his eyes, turning his gaze from the sky to Solo and Number 18.

"Is he hiding somewhere?" Number 18 guessed, his brows furrowing slightly. "It seems that what happened last night was indeed related to him, otherwise he wouldn't be hiding out of guilt."

"He was indeed up to no good!" Number 17 said coldly, tapping his knee lightly with his fingers.

"Let him show off for a while!" Solo said nonchalantly, loosening his grip on the steering wheel.

"Forget it, let's keep going and ignore him for now." Number 17 had no other choice at the moment, so he leaned back in his chair and looked at the road ahead.

The car continued to move forward quickly, its body gliding over the gray-white road surface, while the fields and villages on both sides rushed past.

The day passed quickly.

The sun rose from the east to its zenith, then slid back down to the west, struggled briefly on the horizon, and then sank into the silhouette of the distant mountains.

The sky changed from bright blue to orange-red, then from orange-red to deep purple, and finally merged into the deep blue night sky.

As night fell, Cell's figure returned to Star City once more.

He landed silently on the edge of the rooftop of the tallest office building, his green body almost blending into the shadows in the night.

His tail hung down behind him, its tip gleaming slightly.

He began to move again, traversing the passageways between buildings and the shadows of the streets, continuing to absorb the life essence of the survivors.

Each time the tip of the tail pierces the target's skin, a person falls silently, leaving behind only a pile of empty clothes.

……

Above the temple.

The night was as dark as ink, and the starlight shone exceptionally brightly high above. A breeze blew along the edge of the steps, carrying the coolness of the high altitude.

As dawn approached, the god stood on the platform at the edge of the temple, his cloudy gaze piercing through the night and falling towards the direction of Star City.

"It's...it's Cell! He's started making his move!" Kami's expression changed repeatedly, and a vein on his forehead throbbed slightly.

"What? What action? What is he doing?" Bick was stunned and asked quickly. His green body stood up from the stone steps and walked quickly to the God's side.

The god remained silent for a while, his gaze still fixed on the distant star city.

"What happened? Tell me quickly!" Bick urged, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"Understood." The god's voice grew even lower, and his turbid gaze returned from the distance to the ground.

"Tell me, what exactly happened? What is Cell doing? Is he killing someone?" Piccolo pressed.

“There’s no need to go into details.” Cold sweat broke out on the god’s face, sliding down his forehead. “You’ll know after I assimilate with you.”

Piccolo was taken aback at first, his gaze lingering on the god's face for two seconds, before he was filled with surprise and delight, his pupils dilating slightly.

"You've finally made up your mind!" Piccolo's face was full of smiles, a wide grin spreading across his lips. "This Cell really helped me a lot!"

"Hurry up!" the god urged urgently, his voice urgent. "We can't let humanity sacrifice themselves needlessly any longer!"

“How about using my body as a base?” Piccolo suggested, spreading his arms at his sides.

“Alright!” The god readily agreed, his cloudy gaze turning serious. “You are younger than me and more capable. I can only give you the opportunity to increase your energy and provide you with extensive support. Now, just place your hands on my chest.”

“Okay.” Piccolo nodded, stepped forward, and placed his large hand on the chest of the god.

“Gods…” Mr. Bobo stood a few steps away, his voice a little strained, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them, his face filled with reluctance.

“Now Earth doesn’t need gods, it only needs strong people!” The god smiled at Mr. Popo, a relieved smile curving his lips. “Piccolo has completely changed! Almost all the evil in his heart has disappeared, so I’m relieved.”

Piccolo opened his mouth, then closed it again, his gaze fixed on the face of the god with a complicated expression.

"Thank you for your past care, Mr. Popo," the god said to Mr. Popo again, his voice gentle.

Mr. Bobo lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the ground, feeling extremely reluctant to leave.

"what!"

The god roared, his voice booming across the empty temple.

A powerful energy suddenly erupted from his body, and flames surged forth from within, growing brighter and more intense.

The light enveloped his entire body, then flowed into Bick's body like water.

"call out!"

In the blink of an eye, the god's body was transferred into Piccolo's body in the form of energy.

The light gathered, merged, and dissipated at the point where the two touched, like a wisp of white mist blown away by the wind, slowly sinking into Bick's chest.

As the light gradually faded, the figure of the god had disappeared.

Only Piccolo remained standing on the platform. His green skin glowed softly in the starlight, and he was taller and bigger than before, with broader shoulders and more defined muscles.

Kami and Piccolo have been completely assimilated.

Piccolo silently sensed his own powerful energy, a complex look in his eyes.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, and felt the power flowing through his body.

It was an energy that combined the power of the gods and Piccolo himself, like two rivers merging into one.

"Goodbye, God, be careful." Mr. Popo's voice was deep, his gaze lingering on Piccolo for several seconds.

“I am neither a god nor Piccolo. I am a Namekian whose name I have forgotten,” Piccolo said in a low voice, his gaze shifting from Mr. Popo’s face to the dark sky in the distance.

He raised his hand and waved at Mr. Bobo.

"I am leaving."

"call out!"

After Bick finished speaking, he crouched down slightly and then leaped down from the temple.

His body traced a green arc across the night sky, leaving a bright trail of light under the starlight, and sped off towards Star City.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the ground grew closer and clearer.

"Clap!"

The next moment, Bick landed on a dimly lit street on the edge of Star City.

The soles of my feet made a soft thud as they stepped onto the asphalt.

Some of the streetlights on both sides of the street were broken, while others were still on, casting shadowy images of cracks in the pavement and fallen leaves.

Although the streetlights were dim, Bick could see everything clearly.

Not long after, Piccolo saw Cell dragging a fat man in a suit down from an office building, landing lightly a few meters away from Piccolo.

"Help! Help me!" The fat man in the suit seemed to have grasped at a straw when he saw Bick. He shouted for help, flailing his hands in front of him, his fat face trembling with fear.

Piccolo stared coldly at Cell, narrowing his eyes, his gaze lingering on Cell's face for a moment.

As for the fat man, Bick didn't intend to pay him any attention for the time being.

"Hey!" the fat man in the suit pleaded again, his voice rising and trembling with tears, "I have so much money, please save me! I'm the richest man in Xingcheng!"

"Cell, your true purpose has finally been exposed!" Piccolo sneered, his green fingers clenching into fists at his sides. "Release him. What's the point of bullying weak humans?"

"Hmph." Cell chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Piccolo's face. "I really didn't expect that Goku and Vegeta wouldn't come, but you would!"

With that, Cell casually tossed the fat man in the suit towards Piccolo's spot.

The fat man's body traced an arc in the air, rolled twice, and landed on the ground at Bick's feet.

He scrambled to his feet and crawled towards Bick.

"Shh!"

Cell's tail twitched slightly, and the tip, like a sharp arrow, pierced the back of the fat man in the suit, piercing through the suit and skin with a soft sound.

"Ah...ahhh...ahhhh..."

The fat man in the suit let out a series of shrill screams, his voice distorted.

His body began to shrink, his skin rapidly dried up, his muscles collapsed as if they had been emptied, and his whole body shrank rapidly like a deflated balloon.

In the blink of an eye, the fat man in the suit was left with only an empty suit and scattered personal belongings; his body had completely disappeared.

The fabric lay on the ground, the leather shoes were askew to one side, and the watch and cell phone were next to the collar.

Upon seeing this scene, Piccolo froze, his green eyes widening slightly, momentarily unable to react.

His gaze lingered on the pile of clothes for several seconds before slowly rising and falling on Cell opposite him.

"You're next, Piccolo." Cell's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and his tail retracted, swaying slowly behind him.

"Boom!"

Cell suddenly erupted with powerful energy, and a vast aura surged forth from his body.

The flames erupted from his body like fire, cracking the asphalt road beneath his feet and sending gravel flying in all directions.

Currently, Cell has absorbed the life essence of all 50,000 people in Star City.

To Cell's surprise, his strength had increased much more than he had expected.

Based on Vegeta and Goku's battle with Android 17, Cell can be reasonably inferred that his current strength has surpassed that of Goku and Vegeta.

I estimate that my current strength is about the same as Android 18, maybe a little weaker.

After all, Android 18 possesses eternal energy, making him far inferior to Cell in a prolonged battle.

What made Cell happiest was that Piccolo Daimaō actually came here to die.

Having absorbed Piccolo Daimaō's life energy, his own strength might be further enhanced.

Sensing the powerful energy erupting from Cell, Piccolo's expression changed, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"You...you bastard, I never expected you to be hiding such powerful energy!" Piccolo's face turned extremely ugly, his body tensed slightly, and his hands were at his sides, ready for battle.

……

The moment Cell unleashed his energy.

Sun Wukong, Vegeta, and the others also sensed the opponent's powerful aura immediately.

The energy surged from the direction of Star City like a volcano suddenly erupting, carrying a strange and mixed aura, mixed with many familiar traces.