Dragon Ball Pastry Family

Chapter 133 Demon Clan's Past, God and Demon

"Impossible, are you a monster?" Piccolo asked confidently.

"Call me master!" The middle-aged martial artist pulled up Piccolo.

On this day, Piccolo saw a truly wonderful world.

"Martial arts?" Piccolo didn't know what to expect, but the scenery was really good.

a week later……

"Hey ~ Uncle, didn't you say that you are also responsible for basic necessities, food, housing and transportation if you follow your practice? Why do you want us to deliver milk, express delivery and takeaway?" Piccolo squinted at the sweaty delivery man with them Martial Daoist ridiculed.

"Ah..." The Martial Daoist secretly touched the shriveled wallet, and then said awkwardly: "Well... giving things is also a part of cultivation, yes, a part of cultivation!"

"I believe you! Where's the money we make?" Piccolo asked.

"Hmm..." The Martial Daoist faltered, he still wouldn't lie cheekily.

"..." The four younger brothers neatly behind them all looked at their master with a teasing smile, "It's not convincing at all..."

That's right, Piccolo's younger brothers were also taken back by the martial arts masters. In the words of the martial arts masters, this is called garbage recycling and reuse.

Gradually, the people in this city found that the group of delinquents who had caused them the most headaches had changed, and they began to become polite, hardworking, and likable.

People will never forget that day, a middle-aged man led these five delinquent boys who hated cats and didn't like dogs to appear in front of people's door, apologizing one by one, although those children were reluctant, But the sincerity of the middle-aged man moved them.

"Okay, I will trust you for the time being, then I will leave this matter to you!"

"Thank you very much!"

"Tch, I'm in trouble..." The bad five made complaints in their hearts.

People feel that if there is such a person to control them, the children should learn slowly.

Since then, there have been six more busy figures in the city, not sheltered from the wind and rain, and the deliveries of all sizes in the city are never late.

The Tentacle Nest has changed, no, it is not called the Tentacle Nest now, it is called the Dojo Orphanage, and it has become a place that can really bring hope to children.

Days passed like this day by day, and the gap between Piccolo and his friends became bigger and bigger, until one day, the martial arts master could no longer bring a sense of oppression to Piccolo.

"Piccolo! You have learned all my skills, and I, I am old, and I can no longer give you a little motivation. Staying with me will be your obstacle. Go, go to the outside world to make a living. Piccolo, you will find your own path one day.” The martial artist has slowly entered his old age, and has long lost the ambition of the past, “I will stay here and run the dojo and Orphanage, no matter where you go, don't forget to go home and have a look."

"Yeah!" Piccolo didn't make much fuss, and after saying goodbye solemnly, he embarked on his own road of experience. From then on, a brand new martial arts star rose gradually in the world. Recognized first.

But he is not happy. He has become the number one in the world, but what is the use of it? Every day, countless people will starve to death or die in war, and there will be children wandering around everywhere. This world is not good at all, he wants to change, but he can't do it.

"Perhaps, I need stronger power, overwhelming power, and end this troubled world!" Piccolo saw his own path.

At the same time, an era on the earth is ending, and the king under the setting sun is the contemporary god of the earth.

"My lifespan is slowly running out..." The god stood on the edge of his heavenly courtyard overlooking the human world, "It's a pity that I can no longer protect the earth... Bobo!"

"Yes!" Bobo replied.

"I, I will return to the kingdom of heaven soon. You and Jialin must assist the new god and treat the creatures of the earth well!" asthma.

"God, don't say that, if it's you, you can apply to Hades to prolong your life." Bobo said with concern.

"Cough cough cough cough! Bobo, birth, old age, sickness and death are laws that cannot be broken casually. As a god, I can't even do it. I decided to choose a successor for myself, from among the martial arts masters in the world."

"God!" Bobo Rongrong, this is his god, his father, his creator, and now he calmly faces death.

The selection contest for the successor of the gods began, with the gods personally operating, and martial arts masters from all over the world participated. After nearly a month, the strongest one among them - Piccolo was finally decided.

"No, you can't become a god yet!" The old god took a deep look at Piccolo, "Evil thoughts are surging in your heart, you are not pure, you still need to practice!"

"What? Why?" Piccolo almost couldn't accept this result. He had a great wish, he wanted to end this troubled world and let the children no longer wander, but he was alone after all, and his own strength was far from enough. That's why he longs to become a god, and now hope is in front of him but he can't really touch it.

"Hey, God! Wait!" Piccolo was about to rush over to stop God.

"Wait, just calm down!" Bobo stopped between Piccolo and Tianshen.

"Damn it, don't stop me, or don't blame me for being blind!" Piccolo got angry.

Bobo was unmoved, so Piccolo spread his anger on Bobo, but no matter how angry Piccolo was, he couldn't touch Bobo at all.

"You'd better practice a little bit more. It's amazing for people on the ground to achieve such a result, but it just needs a little meditation."

"Hmph! Do you practice meditation? Is your heart pure?" Piccolo forced himself to calm down, and he decided to use the shortest time to solve this problem, "I will prove it to you!"

The practice time was not long, and when he reappeared in front of the god, the dying old man was shocked.

"This, this is, how pure this is!" The god couldn't believe his eyes.

"You have such a heart, but you have the qualifications to inherit my position! Piccolo, from today onwards, you will be the next Earth God!"

"Finally..." Piccolo finally got what he wanted, but he has more important things to plan, "World peace... Dragon Ball?"

At this time, in an unknown place in the world, there is a lonely figure faltering...

"Ah ha ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha! Do you hate me so much? Do you desire that position so much? How dare you, how can you, cut me off like this?"

"Hahahahaha... Cough! Cough cough..." The black figure laughed wildly, howled, and coughed.

"Since your heart is light, then I will live in darkness. Since you desire to be a god, then I will become a demon king. Since you desire peace, then I will sow disputes!"

"Cough cough cough cough——! My half body! You and I are like two opposite sides, as brilliant as you are, as dark as I am! From now on, there will be no martial arts Piccolo in the world, only the gods Piccolo and the great devil Piccolo!"

"Ahahahahahaha! My half body, are you ready to greet the greeting from the abyss?"

　The origin of Piccolo is modified based on the existing clues, just take a look, it is not a set

　　
　
(End of this chapter)