American comics: God on earth, Saiyan hybrid Kryptonian

Temple of the God of Heaven.

A strong wind blew from afar, awakening the face that was already aging while watching the lower world.

The originally green face had brown age spots, and the two flexible tentacles in youth had now shriveled the traces of time.

Some people stand tall in time, while others are buried in the long river and grow old.

"You are here."

Old Piccolo leaned on his cane and slowly looked at the person who was frozen in the air. Seeing the figure of that person, the dark-skinned fat man beside the God of Heaven immediately pushed a large cart of food over with such skill that it made people feel distressed.

Carrot El's floating figure slowly landed on the temple, floating on the ground as lightly as a goose feather, and cast an admiring look:

"Look at how sensible Bobo is."

God of Heaven Piccolo: "..."

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"Alas"

Sighing, the old man's helpless and declining expression made this high and mighty god become like an ordinary person.

Sitting casually on the ground, Old Piccolo and Carrot El sat on the ground. Mr. Bobo handed the god a cup of tea like a waiter, and helped Carrot peel a four-pound lobster.

"What, are you tired of being a god?"

He took a deep bite, and the delicious lobster meat filled his mouth and slid into his stomach along the back wall of his throat. Even he couldn't help but show an intoxicated look.

Old Piccolo's eyes were not just as simple as old age, but more of regret for his own powerlessness.

At the age when he should have gained power, he chose to become a god in a fit of anger, which not only split himself in two, but also locked up the growth of his own strength.

Even though he has been a god for more than two hundred years, he is controlled by others everywhere and can hardly intervene in everything. These are all the bitter fruits brewed in his youth.

"The world has changed, and there are many things that I can't control."

Carrot El couldn't deny it, and the contempt in his heart couldn't help but seep out of his eyes. He smiled while slurping the lobster gravy:

"Correction, it's not that I can't control it now, but that you can't control it from the beginning to the end."

"Your status as a god is not high, not to mention your strength is not strong."

"What else can you do?"

"As a superior, I am controlled by Odin and trapped in the nine realms."

"As a subordinate, let alone those powerful demon lords in hell, you can't even control the registration stamp at the door. (Yan Mo Wang) is so scared."

"In the human world, except for those who climb up the tower, no one is authorized to interfere in other matters."

"In the divine circle, although you are green, no one takes you seriously."

"You are a god in name, but in reality you are just a puppet to whitewash the truth."

"Shut up!!!!"

Old Piccolo's face became darker and darker as he listened, and he held his cane with gritted teeth: "Are you here to anger me on purpose? ?"

"So much food can't shut your mouth."

"You can do it, come on!"

"Five years ago, I said I would give up the position of god to you. I gave it to you, and then retired to live a good life, but you just didn't want to, and you almost smashed the Temple of the God of Heaven. "

Carrot El put the last bite of lobster into his mouth, picked up a bottle of sports drink and drank it all:

"Yes, I don't want to, no one can force me."

"But I didn't expect that you have survived for so many years, but still haven't understood the essence of being a god."

"The one who is in the hearts of the people is a god, and the one who is powerful is a god."

"The one who anchors the destiny is a god, and the one who overcomes the sky with the heart is a god."

Carrot El stood up and patted the dust and said:

"You, the god of heaven. Heh. It's more like a toy to fool children. It can't even keep you young forever. Even the power of the wishing bead is something you have in yourself. "

"I don't need to become a god at all. If the facts are really as I expected, my status is higher than that of gods."

After eating and drinking, Carrot El's eyes finally gathered a trace of solemnity, and he took back the playful heart in front of his elders:

"And I just want to confirm this, so I came here to get the answer from five years ago."

Silence suppressed the meaning of scrutiny in the silent sky.

Carrot El's words were expected by the god Piccolo.

Time, looking back at the beginning of the summer night five years ago.

The boy in the black martial arts uniform was not as tall as he is now, but his aura had already given off a sense of dominance over all living beings.

"Since you can observe the lower world, help me find the same S symbol as it."

"I will come back in five years."

"In exchange, I will let Piccolo live in peace with the human world for five years, and then integrate into human society."

However, for five years, Carrot El turned a deaf ear to this, as if he had completely forgotten all of this.

An answer that takes less than three seconds to answer has confused the god Piccolo for five years, and he did not get the answer from Carrot's subsequent visits:

"I could have told you this five years ago, why did you come only today?"

Hearing this, Carrot El pursed his lips in surprise. Although it was only a short moment, the god could still see a look of looking at a fool from him, and heard him say:

"Because at that time, I didn't have enough power."

"Rashly exploring your life experience may attract some immeasurable things and the greedy gaze of the world."

"My adoptive parents taught me to focus very early. I should learn to be afraid of the boundless starry sky, and endure and grow for it."

"Until now."

As he spoke, Carrot El's voice echoed above the temple. He slowly stroked his arm, feeling the huge energy and blood in every cell, and closed his eyes:

"I am no longer afraid of the strong winds between heaven and earth, nor the sudden rains brought by disasters."

"At the same time, I am increasingly unable to control certain things in my body."

"As those things awaken, I realize that I am not a god, so I begin to ask for something."

"What do you ask for?"

The cold sweat on the face of the god Piccolo dripped onto the ground as he frowned, and he himself did not even hear it.

The faint trembling horror in his tone was because in the past five years of observation, he had always seen Carrot El's indifferent attitude towards everything except food and family.

He was not afraid that he would ask for something, but for someone like Carrot, if he had something to ask for, why would he hide it?

Carrot El opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the Milky Way, which was deeper than the sky. At this moment, the god Piccolo saw a smile that was pure to the extreme in his pupils:

"I am not cruel, just a little belligerent."

"Ants are not allowed, because there is no fun at all. I love many people, so I don't want to gamble."

"Others are all right."

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