Chapter 313 Namek
After all, while his research wasn't exactly above board, he never used living people for his experiments.
Hashirama cells were just cells, after all. Weren't they saved for research?
Otherwise, why save them?
Wouldn't it be more straightforward to just burn them all?
He refused to believe that the Kami hadn't secretly researched them.
Especially Danzo, who was even more blatant.
It was a pity that it was discovered so early back then, but now that he thought about it, perhaps it wasn't a pity at all.
Karma is a cycle; every cause and effect is predetermined.
If not for that incident, perhaps he and Narutowould not have reached this point.
Things were good as they were now; his research could be completely open and legitimate, and Naruto gave him absolute support.
Was there any time more comfortable than now?
"Your condition is getting better and better."
Naruto sighed, "You used to have to change bodies often, but now you don't."
"Yes, the Saiyan body is truly a good thing."
Orochimaru flexed his muscles. "I've even become more masculine now. There's a whole bunch of girls chasing me. I could even become a celebrity."
"Hahaha!"
Naruto burst out laughing.
If his old friends like the Kami saw Orochimaru like this now, their eyeballs would probably pop out.
It was truly a bit too surreal.
Tsunade, standing nearby, heard this and agreed deeply: "Orochimaru's changes are indeed significant."
"I'm still researching what you called'S-cells.' It seems they really exist, but they're very difficult to activate, as if they're locked away."
Orochimaru looked at the Kami and Popo, then leaned in and whispered, "However, once this energy is activated, it will be terrifying."
"I think it's somewhat similar to what you called 'God's bloodline.' Could their ancestors have produced a God?"
Naruto looked at Orochimaru with a strange expression upon hearing this.
You know what? It's very possible.
The God of Saiyans truly existed. Beerus had dreamed of him, and it was Son Goku.
Leaving that aside for now, how did the title 'Super Saiyan God' come to be circulated?
Why didn't the entire Universe 7 have this concept?
There were many questions.
But there was an unofficial history about Yamoshi, the progenitor of the Saiyans. Perhaps he truly was the so-called Super Saiyan God, and he continuously developed his bloodline, passing it down.
That's how Super Saiyan and the Legendary Super Saiyan came to be.
Also,
How did the Frieza Race become archenemies with the Saiyans? What was the story with their ancestors?
Frieza's terror was evident to all.
With just a little training, he could surpass Super Saiyan and reach the realm of a Super Saiyan God.
Was this something an ordinary being could achieve?
Even cheating wouldn't be that terrifying.
There was a joke that if Frieza had just done a few push-ups on the ground during his fight with Son Goku, Son Goku wouldn't have stood a chance.
This was an absolute acknowledgment of Frieza's talent.
"It seems it's true then."
Orochimaru's smile gradually became perverse.
Good!
Very good.
Excellent, even.
"Naruto, when are you going to become a God?"
Pfft ~
Naruto, who was drinking water, spat it out, splashing it on the ground and creating a tiny localized shower.
Pulling out a tissue to wipe his mouth, Narutolooked at Orochimaru with a strange expression: "I say, aren't you a little too confident in me?"
"Weren't you always very powerful?"
Orochimaru's matter-of-fact expression made Naruto laugh in exasperation: "Why don't you go become a God?"
"My chances of becoming a God are less than one-ten-thousandth of yours. You just need to carry me, and I'll be a mere accessory."
You ~
Naruto pointed at Orochimaru, completely at a loss for words.
Oh, my goodness.
When did Orochimaru become so shameless?
Unbelievable.
Naruto flicked his sleeve and said indifferently, "I am a God now."
Orochimaru: "..."
How amusing.
A mere Kami position was nothing.
Kami: "???"
He didn't know why, but Orochimaru seemed to have glanced at him just now, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
It felt like he was being subtly insulted, but there was no evidence. Damn it!
"You're getting picky now," Naruto said airily. "It's still a divine position, after all."
"I'm still waiting for eternal life. Only then can I have more time to study the truths of the world."
"Are you two done chatting?"
Tsunade, standing by, lost her patience: "Is this the time to be saying these things? Can't you talk about them during dinner?"
Tsunade yanked Orochimaru over. "Hurry up and get my medicine furnace ready. I still need to research pharmacology later."
"Can't you do it yourself? Or go call Jiraiya up; he'd definitely be happy to."
Hmph!
Speaking of Jiraiya, Tsunade got annoyed. He was in cahoots with Master Roshi; both of them could get addicted to watching TV.
She really didn't understand what was so good about that dancing. Wasn't it just a bit slender, a bit fertile?
Looking down at herself, Tsunade's smile became even more disdainful.
Compared to her, they were all trash!
Orochimaru and Naruto exchanged a look, instantly understanding.
That Jiraiya, he really was something else. He was already in his seventies or eighties and still messing around like this. Truly... "Forget it, I'll go help. Naruto, you seem to be doing nothing, so you come help too."
"Alright!"
Naruto rolled up his sleeves, and the three of them got to work.
Popo, seeing this, couldn't just stand idly by and also stepped forward.
The Kami rubbed his forehead.
Oh, my goodness, what was all this?
Lookout had never been so lively. This feeling... it wasn't bad.
The Kami thought to himself, "Perhaps, this is what Naruto calls the'smell of human life.'"
He suddenly felt that this wasn't so bad.
At least in these final moments, he could quietly enjoy his twilight years... *Whoosh!*
In the cold universe, streaks of light occasionally flashed by. Those were the aftershocks and final glorious glows of countless distant planets shattering, falling, or exploding.
Spaceships surged out of Earth, constantly moving forward, landing in the vast universe.
Planet Namek.
This was a very beautiful and vast planet.
However, strangely, there weren't many Namekians on it.
The Grand Elder was massive and very ancient. He was currently squinting, quietly enjoying the last light of his life.
"The sun is truly beautiful, but it's a pity I won't see Planet Namek's prosperity."
Nail, seeing this, hastily said, "Grand Elder, what you're saying isn't right. With your merits, you'll surely go to Heaven. Then, you might even be able to get permission from King Yemma to wander around Planet Namek for a bit."
"Heh heh, I hope so. It's a pity that a very talented combat-type Namekian once fled because of Planet Namek's circumstances, and to this day, his whereabouts are unknown."
"Whether he's alive or dead, we don't know."
Nail was indifferent.
He didn't know these things either. Ultimately, this generation of Namekians were all the children of the Grand Elder before them.
They had no knowledge of the older generation's affairs.
Boom!
Just then,
They felt a spaceship breaking through Planet Namek's atmosphere, rapidly descending...