Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 300 Carrick II

Inside Master Roshi's house, sunlight streamed through the windows and onto the floor. Bulma, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, teased, "Krillin, I never knew you were so capable! You've found someone you like so quickly. I didn't expect you to be so fast at finding a girlfriend!"

Yamcha crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and said with a hint of envy, "All I see Krillin doing all day is training. I really don't understand how he found a girlfriend."

Klin's face flushed red instantly. He waved his hands repeatedly and stammered, "No, no, not yet. She... she's not my girlfriend yet."

At this moment, Poole glanced at Klin, a half-smile on his face. Oolong, rolling around on the ground nearby, chuckled.

Meanwhile, Ma Rong looked at Klin, her eyes lighting up, and leaned closer: "Oh, really? If he's not my girlfriend yet, then I'll have to seriously consider becoming his girlfriend." As she spoke, she deliberately brought her face close to Yamcha's and winked mischievously.

Yamcha blushed instantly, her eyes filled with surprise, and she stammered, "Ah, really...really? Oh dear..."

Just then, Bulma raised her eyebrows, reached out a hand, and grabbed Yamcha's ear without any mercy, saying irritably, "Yamcha!"

Inside the Turtle Hermitage, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Poole looked at Yamcha with a puzzled expression and said softly, "Young Master Yamcha."

Yamcha realized the situation was getting a bit awkward, so he quickly put on a smile and said sheepishly, "Oh, we were just joking around, don't take it so seriously."

Ma Rong raised her chin slightly and retorted seriously, "Are you kidding me? I'm not kidding, I really have this idea."

Bulma crossed her arms, glared at Ma Rong, and said irritably, "What's going on? What do you take our Klin for? You just casually say you want to be his girlfriend."

Ma Rong blinked, looked at Klin with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Huh, what do you take Klin for?"

Klin nodded subconsciously, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ma Rong, staring intently at her, waiting for her to give a reasonable explanation.

For a moment, the room was extremely quiet, with only the occasional soft breathing sound. Everyone was waiting for Ma Rong's answer, wanting to know what she was really thinking.

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Sunlight streamed onto the temple, and Mr. Bobo, holding a watering can, was intently watering the vibrant flowers and plants. Suddenly, four dark figures appeared without warning.

Mr. Bobo sat up abruptly and asked warily, "Who are you?"

The four men smirked eerily, offering no reply, and in the blink of an eye, they rampaged through the Temple of Gods. Wherever they went, stone benches were overturned, railings were broken, and plants were uprooted. Mr. Bobo watched in astonishment; their speed was too great for him to react to.

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the Temple of the Gods. This person was short in stature, wrapped in a large cloak, which swayed gently with each step. "Alright," the person said in a deep voice, "let's stop the destructive activities for now."

Mr. Popo stared intently, his pupils suddenly contracting. "You must be Carrick II, right?" he asked incredulously. "Weren't you sealed away in the death zone you created?"

King Carrick II let out a chilling laugh that echoed throughout the temple: "Long time no see, Mr. Popo! I never thought we'd meet again."

Mr. Bobo frowned, his eyes wary, and demanded, "Why are you here? What is your purpose?"

Carrick II's lips curled up, a strange light gleaming in his eyes. He ignored Mr. Popo's questioning, only offering a cold laugh.

Carrick was one of the candidates for the throne of the previous God, a rival to the Namekians who later became God. After losing the election, he harbored resentment and gathered a large army in an attempt to overthrow the God's rule, but his power was ultimately sealed away by the previous God. Before his death, he vowed to return for revenge 300 years later, and his son, Carrick II, was born from his pent-up resentment.

Mr. Bobo was utterly shocked, his voice trembling slightly: "But you should have been sealed away in the death zone you created long ago, how did you end up here?"

A wicked smile played on Carrick II's lips as he slowly approached Mr. Popo, his shoes scraping the ground with a chilling screech. "That's right," he said, "if it weren't for Sun Wukong and his son interfering, I would have already achieved immortality with the help of Shenron. Then, everything in this world would operate according to my will." His facial muscles contorted, his eyes filled with madness and venom. "But before seeking revenge against the gods, I'm willing to be resurrected countless times. I am the absolute ruler of this world!"

Mr. Bobo, watching King Carrick II closing in, felt a sense of foreboding. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the four malevolent demon kings behind him, laughing maliciously. Without a second thought, he decisively threw out his flying carpet and leaped into the air, attempting to escape this dangerous place.

Just as the flying carpet took off, four dark figures flashed like ghosts, and four huge nets shot out from different directions, completely covering Mr. Bobo with a "whoosh." The flying carpet lost control and wobbled as it crashed to the ground.

Mr. Bobo struggled desperately, but found that his body was as if bound by an invisible force, unable to move. He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What's going on? Why can't I move!"

King Carrick II looked at Mr. Bobo trapped in the net and a sinister smile appeared on his face. His laughter was sharp and piercing: "Hehehehe, this is a super barrier set up by the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Clan. You'd better give up the idea of ​​escaping and behave yourself!" After saying that, he winked at the Four Heavenly Kings, who quickly withdrew the barrier.

Mr. Popo stretched his numb body, slowly turned around, looked directly at Carrick II, and after weighing his options, said in a deep voice, "Fine, I won't run away."

Carrick II narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as a hawk as he stared at Mr. Popo, and said coldly, "Then I ask you, where exactly is the God?"

Mr. Bobo remained calm and said firmly, "I really don't know. I'm not lying to you."

Carrick II's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward, exuding a chilling aura: "Hmph, you better not be lying. If you dare to deceive me, you won't have a good end."

Mr. Popper straightened up and replied with a serious expression, "I, Mr. Popper, never lie."

King Carrick II gave an impatient snort: "Hmph, what a nuisance."

As soon as King Carrick II finished speaking, he slowly stretched out his hands. In his palms, light gathered like fireflies. In the blink of an eye, the light became more and more dazzling, gradually forming a halo that exuded an eerie aura.

Before Mr. Bobo could react, the halo enveloped him as if it were alive.

Mr. Popo instinctively reached out to resist, trying to break free from the halo's restraints, but to no avail. As Carrick II slammed his hands together, the halo, like a taut rope, contracted rapidly, tightly enveloping Mr. Popo within it.

"Hmph!" A mocking sneer appeared on Carrick II's lips. "You can't escape this halo even if you grow wings. With your meager abilities, there's no way you can break free."

Carrick II extended his left hand, palm open. The halo that had been tightly binding Mr. Popo seemed to be drawn in, slowly shrinking until it was completely enveloped by his palm. Mr. Popo struggled desperately within it, but could not break free from this powerful binding force.

King Carrick II lowered his head, looking at Mr. Bobo in his hands with disdain, and sneered, "Hmph, you'll just stay obediently in this halo. Don't worry, I won't kill you before the gods return. I want them to watch you struggle in pain, and then I'll deal with you one by one!"