Chapter 238

After the Inter-world Communication Device was constructed, Broly's life on Vampa Star was no longer boring.

Although the food couldn't let him eat his fill, the water supply was already more than enough if just for drinking.

Broly spent every day flying around the star; when tired he would return to the cave to rest, and during rest he would open the Crystal Palace Group Chat page and watch the idle chatter between his different wives.

He would only occasionally insert a sentence or two, but he absolutely dared not say more, because every single character on the group chat cost Happiness Points to send.

"Broly, do you want to eat Vampa Spider today?"

Paragus walked in and asked, carrying a Vampa Spider with its legs broken in his hands.

"Sure, I'll eat it."

Broly nodded; the Spacetime Energy Slot was nearly full, and the eighty cubic meters of food had long since been eaten clean.

Now, Happiness Points had reached over ten thousand, and he still had to consider leaving some normal food for his own father, so he needed Vampa Spiders to fill the food gap.

Of course, the Vampa Spider's taste was still terrible, but what Broly now meant by eating Vampa Spider was no longer the matter of drinking their internal juices.

Broly walked forward, placed his hand on the ferocious-looking Vampa Spider, and directly used Absorption Touch.

In no time at all, the Vampa Spider on the ground lost its life; all the Qi in its body was completely absorbed by Broly and converted into energy inside the boy's body.

This "eating method" let him enjoy none of the food's taste, and also required the "food" itself not to be dead before being eaten.

But the benefit was that Broly could fill his belly with their lives without having to taste the Vampa Spider's flavor.

However, saying belly isn't quite right; it should be said he filled the energy his body needed every day, directly bypassing the digestion step and feeding it straight into his body's cells.

Pity, Broly tried to teach this move to his own father, but Paragus studied for a long time and still couldn't learn it; who knows if he himself was just too weak, or if the Dragon Ball World didn't allow it.

"Broly, are you full? If you're full, let's do our daily sparring training."

Saiyans, strictly speaking, are also battle maniacs, but on this planet there were many individual creatures Paragus couldn't beat.

Until Broly used his dream-manipulation trick to bring him into a dream where he experienced false stats boosted by his son and fought his son fair and square once, Paragus became somewhat addicted to this game (crossed out) sparring training.

Being weaker than his son in reality is the truth; only in the dream, relying on false added power, could Paragus barely recover his dignity as a father, and this was also the training (game) item he looked forward to most now.

"Still fighting? At the same level, your technique is nowhere near as strong as mine."

Broly didn't really want to fight; at first this kind of thing was indeed interesting, but after fighting many times Broly discovered his own father's combat technique was just that.

The moves were too rigid; after experiencing them many times there was no freshness left; every time it was just "ada ada" at each other in the dream.

Fighting him wasn't as interesting as fighting a copy of himself from the dream; at least his own combat techniques were numerous, and although it felt like left hand fighting right hand, at least he didn't have to listen to his old man father start recounting past glories, conquering planets by force, defeating various enemies, the moment they started fighting.

"How about this: you give me extra stats in the dream, and I guarantee I'll pull out some new moves."

Under Paragus's shameless pestering, Broly still opened the battle dream, but upon discovering his father's "new move" was just using words to claim there was delicious food over there to deceive him, then sucker-punching a full combo...

The dream woke instantly; Broly dragged his own father out for solo practice, and a few minutes later dragged him back in, only this time Paragus already had a bruised and swollen face: "Sorry, I shouldn't have deceived you."

His father mumbled; he should have known that walking by the river often means wet shoes; getting too cocky in the dream meant a beating in reality was inevitable.

Time quickly arrived at the end of Ai Calendar 742; Broly was nearly eleven years old, but his body had hardly changed from the past.

After leaving enough food, under his father's moved gaze, he activated the Crystal Palace's transmigration function.

And on this very day of his transmigration again, Kiritsugu Emiya of the Type-Moon World, carrying gun and cannon, broke into the Einzbern Family base.

But he did not take Illya away; Illya, as a child of homunculus and natural human, had many defects in her body, and without the Einzbern Family's body modification technology to help, she would hardly survive to adulthood.

"Holy Grail manufacturing technology has already leaked out; ambitious people all over the world will soon restart false Holy Grail Wars.

Kiritsugu Emiya, if you want to regain custody of your daughter, then go win at least one false Holy Grail War victory for the Einzbern Family.

Only then can your daughter obtain freedom..."

Kiritsugu Emiya, who had changed jobs to a courier, became a Magus Killer once again at over forty years old.

And this time he participated in the Holy Grail War, neither for justice nor for a greater cause.

He fought only for his daughter, yet he picked up the Emiya Hero script.

In a false Holy Grail War about to begin in Africa, Kiritsugu Emiya summoned himself.

"Unexpected, that I, as a Counter Force Agent, would also look forward to some different kind of life?"

The cold, emotionless male Heroic Spirit, who could be described as a precise combat machine, looked at the Master with a face identical to his own, and upon learning this world's Kiritsugu Emiya's reason for fighting, spoke words like delirium. "Lend me your power; I must win this victory to let Illya escape the fate of becoming the Lesser Grail!"

Human Kiritsugu Emiya reached out his hand; Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu Emiya looked at him coldly, but in the end still extended his own hand, and the two fathers' hands clasped together.

No one remembers clearly when this war began; they only know that the azure sky and warm sunlight exist only in distant stories passed by word of mouth among humans.

In this world today, the corpses left after elves die fall like snow from the gloomy sky, corroding the earth, killing every weak life they touch, just like a curse.

"Full Codex open, construct, activate unknown combat algorithm, this feeling is the heart; a machine that has gained life, I will stake everything in these 251 seconds..."

On a once again shattered barren land, a giant mechanical construct enveloped a girl-form chassis, slowly rising into the high altitude.

"Wings that big, are you mocking me?"

Gazing up at the giant mechanical construct overhead, Jibril felt dissatisfaction; she rapidly ascended to a position level with it.

"A mere iron doll, yet quite bold."

"Shuvi."

"What?"

"I haven't told you my name yet; this is me, absolutely not a doll; Riku granted me a precious self."

Shuvi, whose skin was beginning to melt from the high-load operation of spirit power, nevertheless spoke up to refute the Flügel girl before her.

"I see; I am Jibril, pleased to meet you, and now it is also time to say goodbye forever."

Jibril didn't care about this kind of thing; it was just that the Ex-Machina individual before her was indeed somewhat different.

"Boom—"

Cannons roared; the Ex-Machina girl wrapped in the giant mechanical body took the first step to attack the angel-like Flügel girl.

The gap between the two seemed to favor the Ex-Machina girl inside the giant mechanical body, but only Shuvi knew that once the Flügel girl across from her was given a chance to breathe, she herself would very likely be defeated in an instant.

She could only rely on her species' overwhelming firepower to keep the opponent busy dodging her attacks, in order to buy more time.

Of course, her own defeat was already destined; the time she was striving for now was merely to transmit the data of her heart that loved Rick back to the command body over there.

"Before the data transmission is complete, I absolutely cannot die!"

The ground was bombarded with a large number of energy clusters, but a pitch-black energy beam suddenly shot over from the side; the combat algorithm rapidly computed that as long as she abandoned approximately 12% of her body on the left side, she could continue fighting, but...

"Passage Control!"

There was the precious ring Rick had given her; Passage Control deflected the attack and protected the ring, but the deflected attack struck the important core on the right half of her mecha. Shuvi broke free from the massive constructed mechanical body condensed by Full Opening and fell directly from the sky.

"Finally, you made a typical blunder, making me go to so much trouble to deal with you."

Jibril landed in the distance; she was not certain whether that Ex-Machina still had other counterattack methods.

"Blunder, what are you talking about?"

With her mecha core damaged and no longer able to continue fighting, Shuvi looked at the ring on her finger and did not think that was a blunder.

"For the matter of previously addressing you as scrap iron, I express my apology; I hereby acknowledge you are a threat that must be eliminated, an enemy worthy of me going all out to fight and kill..."

Pitch-black Heavenly Strike energy, as Jibril spread her wings, began to gather above her head.

Just on the eve of the Heavenly Strike energy firing, Broly's figure appeared at Shuvi's side.

The Saiyan looked at the mechanical girl lying on the ground, her body mutilated beyond recognition; the prompt message ringing in the Crystal Palace let him rapidly understand the situation.

"Who, who hurt you?"

His wife automatically came with a boost to his Goodwill on this side; Broly's complexion immediately turned serious, looking at the enemy who dared treat his not-yet-acknowledged wife this way.

Then, another Crystal Palace prompt message appeared: 【Discovered Capture Target Jibril, current Happiness Value 0】

Broly: "..."

(Chapter End)