r18novel Chapter 261 Return
Chapter 261 Return
Chapter 261 Return
There are still many things to deal with after the alliance is signed, but that has nothing to do with Broly.
He spends all his time with Fanlou, Kloni, and the others.
"By the way, Klonie, are you sure you don't want to go back to the human settlement?"
"Jibril asked."
"It's alright, Rick has gone back. He was the original leader of our settlement."
Chloe replied with a smile.
As it turns out, the war is over, but Rick still has a long way to go before he and Hugh can finally live a carefree life.
At least, he didn't have the time or inclination to do such things until he had settled the people in the settlement.
"No, no, Fanlou, you should get off here. If you get off there, my queen will eat your horse."
Broly was still playing chess, and sitting opposite him was Fanlou. Compared to the previous situation where one dared to teach chess and the other dared to believe in Broly's teachings, Fanlou now had a look of helplessness on his face, clearly having a clear understanding of Broly's chess level.
It's terrible, but...
"I see. Well then, I'll take this step."
She retreated a move, followed the path Broly had suggested, and then squinted at the boy who had gotten himself into a deep reverie, deep in thought.
Broly's chess skills are indeed terrible, but his advice is serious, addressing situations where he himself struggles to find a solution.
This is a lovely boy. Fanlou is currently playing chess with Broly, enjoying the various amusing reactions the boy might make rather than the game itself.
"I lost."
Unfortunately, this process is always short-lived, and Broly soon lost to "himself".
Fanlou didn't suggest another round because Jibril had already pounced on him.
"Now that my game with her is over, it's my turn."
Jibril grabbed Broly and flew away.
Upon arriving at a plain, a group of Skywing race members were already prepared for battle.
The third battle to defeat the new gods begins.
After the war, the Skywing race became extremely enthusiastic about defeating Broly.
Whenever she had free time, she would have Jibril drag Broly out to fight.
The attacks of these Skywings were all deadly, and they were all aimed at defeating Broly.
However, the scale of the battle was kept under control.
Since large-scale energy attacks couldn't defeat Broly, he decided to try and win through combat skills.
"There has been progress, but unfortunately, not much."
Broly remained unfazed while being surrounded and attacked by the Skywings wielding scythes.
His figure darted among the Skywing species, and wherever he went, he skillfully knocked down one Skywing species after another with his hands.
"Spread out and use ranged attacks. Don't give him the chance to use us as a shield."
Under Azriel's command, a group of Skywings switched from melee mode to ranged attack mode.
Black beams of light condensed on its wings and hurtled toward Broly in the center of the encirclement.
"In terms of technical skill, I won't lose to you."
Bro used his aura to sense the number of energy beams attacking from the surrounding Skywing species, and then fired the same number of energy beams at an extremely fast speed. The beams collided with each other, resulting in mutual annihilation.
"Now!"
Azriel shouted, and suddenly the spell array of the Sky Shifting Technique rose from the ground.
In less than 0.01 seconds, Jibril was transported from the ground.
Broly rose up, preparing to dodge.
But Jibril's wings were already fully charged with Sky Strike.
She charged in front of Broly and unleashed a close-range Sky Strike attack.
"Boom!"
Broly was hit in the face, and half of his clothes were blasted to ashes by the energy of the blast.
"When did you run off so far?"
Broly exhaled a cloud of gray smoke, reached out and caught Jibril, who had shrunk and was falling, and hugged her as he asked.
"Just now when we were surrounding you."
Little Jibril grinned and replied.
After three attacks, Broly was finally brought to an effective conclusion.
Although her Heavenly Strike didn't cause much damage, it at least took away a small portion of the opponent's clothes.
This is progress.
It's worth noting that before this, their attack hadn't even managed to damage Broly's clothes.
"Use close-quarters combat to obscure vision, stealthily move to a distance to gather power, then use ordinary energy attacks as a feint, followed immediately by using a pre-arranged teleportation technique to instantly teleport back and launch the focused attack..."
Fanlou explained to Chlorne, who was beside him, how the Skywing race had attacked Broly, which made Chlorne a little nervous.
"Is Broly alright?"
She asked.
Fanlou: "..."
She preferred to call it "playing with someone" rather than "fighting."
Broly was playing with the Skywings and Jibril.
The answer is based on the omniscient concept obtained from the Fusion Star Cup.
When Jibril suddenly teleported away, Broly was able to unleash an even faster burst of speed to dodge the attack.
But in the end, he chose to take Jibril's full-force Sky Strike.
As for the purpose...
Hmm, look at Jibril over there, being held in Broly's arms, now in her infant form, and the happy look on her cute little face.
Need I say more?
"Great, Xiao Ji, your plan has succeeded."
"Next time, let's blow all his clothes off!"
Ignorance is bliss. A group of Skywing creatures, who had no idea who they were fighting, were gleefully launching their attack into the ocean, as if they had won a great victory.
Broly stood among them, grinning foolishly, as if he were not the target of the attack, but rather a member of the Skywing race.
"Let's go."
Fanlou stood up.
"Hey, where are we going?"
Klonie asked, puzzled.
"Soak in the hot springs."
Fanlou answered, then floated off Abangte Heim, with Chronie by his side.
When they arrived at Broly's location, a group of Skywings were already helping the boy clean the filth that had been blasted off his body.
The filth was black ash produced after the death of the elves. Raphael and the winged creatures beside him were washing themselves with towels and using the hot spring water that had been blasted out of the ground.
The Skywings treated Broly in a very special way, always wanting to defeat him, yet also serving him with great care.
"Let's go down too."
With his clothes falling off, Fanlou was the first to step into the hot spring pool created by the blast from the sky.
Klonie blushed slightly, but she took off her outer clothes, leaving only her underwear, and went inside.
The Skywings didn't react much to their arrival, either excitedly discussing the tactics they should use in the next battle against Broly, or leisurely spreading their wings and letting their bodies float on the surface of the large hot spring pool.
If it weren't for the signs of a battle around them, one might think that this group of Skywings had come down to soak in a hot spring.
"Would you like something to eat?"
Broly asked.
"I want ice cream!"
Jibril raised her hand and said.
"What flavor do you want?"
"chocolate!"
"Okay, I'm sure a chocolate ice cream is in your hands."
Suspicion and amusement coexisted, and a chocolate ice cream appeared in Jibril's hand.
As Jibril happily licked her ice cream, the other greedy Skywings also swarmed towards Broly.
"Lord Broly, I want to eat..."
They treated Broly like a food-making machine, chattering about what they wanted to eat.
"Perhaps I should have included the concept of hope with you as well."
Fanlou granted the wish of a group of Skywings and swam over to Broly, saying this.
In terms of creativity, the power brought by the omnipotent concept of the Star Cup is far greater than the concept she had before.
One is individual creation, and the other is mass creation. Although the difference between them is not qualitative, it is quantitative.
"Would you like some roasted lamb chops? I think they're delicious."
Broly gathered two roasted lamb chops, handed one over, and asked.
"Ahh~"
Fanlou looked at the roasted lamb chops in the boy's hand, which looked like they had just come out of the oven, and smelled the aroma wafting from them. She opened her little mouth and took a bite.
The concept of omniscience and omnipotence represents the ability to predict everything in the world in advance, but this ultimately comes from the concept of the Star Cup, which is different from the fundamental concept that gave birth to it. It can be handled in an on/off manner.
By slightly limiting the concept of omniscience, such as turning off the ability to predict the taste of certain foods, we can retain the sense of surprise when eating them.
The surprise brought by delicious food can easily bring happiness. Fanlou knew that Broly wanted this, but he still gave it to him in a very cooperative manner.
Her happiness level was increasing at a visible rate.
"When are you going to invite us to be your wives?"
After finishing the lamb chops, Fanlou suddenly asked.
"Thirteen days later."
Brolida.
"So, in thirteen days, you'll be leaving this world?"
"Hey, you knew that?"
"I don't know the exact time, but through the power of the Star Cup, I can glimpse scenes of the future."
Of course, the future is not static; it will be subject to various variables, resulting in many uncertain timelines.
But in all future timelines, you will disappear for a period of time and then come back.
As for the day you disappeared, even I, who possess the Star Cup, cannot see the exact time.
It was as if that part of the future was forcibly obscured by another force that surpassed the Star Cup.
"I suppose that must be the power of the Crystal Palace that you possess?"
Fanlou asked the question.
Even the Star Cup, an omniscient and omnipotent conceptual device, could not provide her with a definite answer to this question.
Broly didn't know if it was Crystal Palace's power, but since he didn't understand, he asked, and Crystal Palace responded to his question.
The Crystal Palace is superior to the D95 world, and naturally also superior to all the rule-based creations produced in the derivative worlds beneath the D95 world.
The Star Cup is not of low caliber, but it is ultimately just a manifestation of the rules of a lower-dimensional world, and it is inferior to the Crystal Palace.
The ability to detect the impact of the Crystal Palace is largely thanks to the fact that Fanlou is one of the Crystal Palace's recognized wives and is even prepared to become one of them. This allows them to calculate the additional variables brought about by the Crystal Palace and thus more accurately predict certain existences, including the future timeline of the Saiyan boy's return to this world.
Broly gave the Crystal Palace's reply, and after receiving a definite answer, Fanlou was satisfied and increased his happiness stat.
Upon hearing her words, Kloni and the Skywings were somewhat unsettled and gathered around to inquire about Broly's specific situation.
Including but not limited to asking about the return time and whether they can come along, these are all old questions.
Upon learning that their return date was unknown and they could not leave with them, the Skywing race went from being excited about their victory to becoming somewhat dejected.
In the days that followed, the Skywings challenged Broly more frequently, but they were unable to achieve their goal of blowing off all of Broly's clothes by the time he was about to leave this world.
Broly, however, discovered the secret of their wings and mastered a special massage technique that, after sparring, could render the Skywing species weak and powerless by stroking their wings. Jibril proved the superiority of this technique with a happiness score of 374.
As for the others, Fanlou has a happiness score of 326. She was too suspicious in the early stages and too omniscient in the later stages.
Even if she tries to make herself happy through the boy's behavior, she is still at the bottom. Clearly, happiness is something that is difficult to obtain through intentional effort.
On the other hand, Kloni, with a happiness score of 457, has become Broly's number one wife in this world.
As for Sink Nielbaren, he was busy with various affairs after the signing of the alliance and spent little time with Broly, but he felt happy in the process of gaining great power and being obsessed with managing it.
On the last day, when Broly went to invite her to become a full member of Crystal Palace, her happiness score was close behind Jibril's, at a high of 363.
A total of 1520 happiness points, which translates to over 150,000 happiness points. This is a significant decrease compared to the millions in the previous world, but it's still a worthwhile gain.
"I'm leaving now. Take good care of yourselves."
"I'll help take care of the others, so you need to take good care of yourself too."
Before Broly left, Fanlou reminded him again about the shortcomings of the concepts of suspicion and exaggeration, hoping that he would try to think positively when he encountered problems in the future.
On the other hand, the ability to combine these two concepts could potentially become Murphy's Law, having the opposite effect.
Broly waved goodbye to Fanlou and the others. This time, he did not exchange for a new personal space and returned to Planet Wanpa.
. . . .
On Planet Vanpa, Paragus was overjoyed to see his son return once again.
However, amidst his joy, the elderly father also began to worry.
His son always beats him whenever he comes home, but he doesn't know when this beating will happen this time.
Thinking this, Paragus's expression became somewhat unnatural.
"What's wrong?"
Broly noticed his father's unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask him about it.
Saiyans are cunning, but not very cunning.
Paragus was fairly honest with his son.
After thinking about it for a moment, he told his son about his worries about being beaten.
After hearing this, Broly felt a surge of anger welling up from the bottom of his heart.
What do you mean by saying I'll definitely beat him up when I get back?
If he hadn't been so deserving of a beating, why would I have laid a hand on him?
Was this my fault?
No, it's his fault!
"Hey, Broly, what are you doing?"
Broly didn't say anything, but simply dragged his father, Old Deng, out.
"Now, are you still worried?"
When Broly returned, he asked Paragus, who was standing behind him with a bruised and swollen face.
"I'm not worried anymore."
Although he was beaten black and blue by his son, Paragus felt much better after the beating.
It's strange that I no longer feel uneasy, but that's probably the power of habit.
I don't feel at ease unless I get a beating.
(End of this chapter)