Chapter 261: Return

After the Covenant was signed, there were still many things that needed to be handled, but this had nothing to do with Broly.

He spent the whole day sticking together with Fanlou, Corone, and the others.

"By the way, Corone, is it okay if you don't go back to the Human Settlement?"

Jibril asked.

"It's fine, Rick went back, he's the one who was originally the Leader of our settlement."

Corone answered with a smile.

The facts proved that the war had ended, and Rick wanted to live a shameless life with Shuvi, but there was still a long road to walk.

At the very least, before the people in the settlement were settled, he didn't have the leisure to do this kind of thing.

"No, no, Fanlou, you should play here, if you play there, the horse will be eaten by my Queen."

Broly was still playing chess, and sitting opposite him was Fanlou. Compared to the previous situation where one dared to teach chess skills and one dared to believe Broly's teaching of chess skills, Fanlou's face now carried a trace of helplessness, clearly having already gained a clear cognition of Broly's chess skill level.

Very poor, but...

"So that's how it is, then I'll play this move."

She took back a move, played the line Broly said, and then narrowed her eyes, looking at the boy who had trapped her in distress, in a state of deep contemplation.

Broly's chess skills were indeed terrible, but the advice he gave was serious, being situations where she herself found it difficult to think of a way to break them.

He's a cute child. Fanlou playing chess with Broly now, rather than saying it was enjoying the fun of chess, it was better to say it was enjoying the various interesting reactions the boy might make.

"I lost."

It's just a pity, this process was always short-lived, and not long after Broly lost to 'himself'.

Fanlou didn't propose another game, because Jibril had already pounced over.

"Finished playing chess with her, then it should be my turn."

Jibril dragged Broly and flew away.

Arriving at a plain, a group of Flügel had already prepared for battle.

Subjugation of the New Gods, 3rd Battle, begin.

After the battle, the Flügel had great enthusiasm for the matter of subjugating Broly.

Whenever they had free time, they would have Jibril drag Broly out to battle.

This group of Flügel's attacks were every move fatal, all aimed at beating Broly.

However, the battle scale was controlled.

Anyway, large-scale energy moves couldn't beat Broly, so they simply wanted to win in the aspect of combat skills.

"There's progress, pity, not much progress."

In the process of being besieged by the Flügel with scythes, Broly handled it with ease.

His figure shuttled between the Flügel, wherever he passed, one Flügel after another was knocked down by him using clever leverage strikes.

"Scatter, use long-range attacks, don't give him the chance to use us as shields."

Under Azriel's command, a group of Flügel switched from melee mode to ranged mode.

On their wings, converged strands of black concentrated light beams, blasting towards Broly in the middle of the encirclement.

"Technical beam clash, huh, this I won't lose to you guys."

Broly used Ki Sense to perceive the quantity of the surrounding Flügel's energy beam attacks, and at extremely fast speed fired the same quantity of energy beams, the beams colliding with each other, yet forming a situation of mutual annihilation.

"Right now!"

Azriel shouted, the ground suddenly rose with the Tian Yi Shu Fa formation patterns.

In less than 0.01 seconds, Jibril shifted out from the ground.

Broly rose upward, preparing to dodge.

But on Jibril's wings, Heavenly Strike had long been charged.

She rushed into Broly's front, a point-blank Heavenly Strike attack.

"Boom—"

Broly was blasted in the face, a small half of his clothes blasted into ash by the Heavenly Strike energy.

"When did you run far away?"

Broly spat out a mouthful of gray gas, reached out and caught the shrinking, falling Jibril, held her and asked.

"Just now when besieging you."

Xiao Ji Pu Li Er grinned and replied.

Fought three times, this time finally let Broly suffer an effective attack.

Although her Heavenly Strike couldn't cause any harm, at least it made the other party lose a small half of their clothes.

This is progress.

You must know, before this, their siege couldn't even destroy the clothes on Broly's body.

"Using melee siege to obscure vision, secretly shifting to a distance to charge power, then using ordinary energy attacks as a feint, immediately followed by using the Tian Yi Shu Fa pre-arranged on the ground, instantly shifting back to launch the charged attack..."

Fanlou told Corone beside her the Flügel's method of besieging Broly, causing Corone to become somewhat nervous.

"Is Broly okay?"

She asked.

Fanlou: "..."

Calling it a battle, she was more willing to call it accompaniment/play.

Broly was accompanying the Flügel, accompanying Jibril in playing/frolicking.

According to the Omniscience concept feedback obtained from the fused Star Cup.

When Jibril suddenly shifted over, Broly had the capability to burst out with faster speed to dodge the attack.

But in the end, he chose to take Jibril's full-power Heavenly Strike head-on.

As for the purpose...

Hmm, just look at that side — Jibril, already turned into her juvenile form, held in Broly's embrace, the happy expression shown on that cute small face.

Does this even need more explanation?

"Great, Little Ji, your plan succeeded."

"Next time, we'll blast all the clothes off his body!"

Ignorance is bliss; a group of Flügel who fundamentally don't know their battle opponent are in high spirits after directly bombarding the sea, as if they've won a great victory.

Broly stands among them laughing foolishly along, as if he himself isn't the target of the attack, but rather a member of the Flügel.

"Let's go."

Fanlou stands up.

"Eh, where to?"

Corone asks in confusion.

"Soak in the hot spring."

Fanlou replies with one sentence, then drifts down from Avant Heim's body, bringing Corone along with her.

And when they arrive at Broly's side, a group of Flügel are already helping the boy clean the filth blasted out onto his body.

That filth is the black ash produced after the Spirit Race die; Raphael and the Flügel beside her hold towels, washing with the hot spring water blasted out from the ground.

The Flügel's attitude toward Broly is quite special — they always want to subjugate him, yet also serve him with great care.

"Let's go down too."

Clothes fall from her body; Fanlou takes the lead walking into the hot spring pool blasted out by the Heavenly Strike.

Corone's face is somewhat red, but she also takes off her outer garment, leaving only the undergarments underneath, and walks in.

The Flügel have little reaction to the two's arrival — some excitedly discuss tactics for the next subjugation of Broly, some leisurely spread their wings and let their bodies float on the water surface of the large hot spring pool.

If not for the traces of battle in the surroundings, one might think this group of Flügel came down as a regiment to soak in a hot spring. "Do you want to eat something?"

Broly asks.

"I want to eat ice cream!"

Jibril raises her hand and says.

"What flavor?"

"Chocolate!"

"Fine, I'm certain a chocolate ice cream is right in your hand."

The concepts of Suspicion and Boastful Play activate together; a chocolate ice cream appears in Jibril's hand.

While Jibril happily licks the ice cream, other gluttonous Flügel also swarm toward Broly.

"Broly-sama, I want to eat..."

They treat Broly as a food manufacturing machine, chattering away the things they want to eat.

"Perhaps, I should have given you the concept of Requesting together."

Fanlou fulfills the wishes of a group of Flügel, swims over to this side and says to Broly.

In terms of creativity, the power brought by the Star Cup's omnipotent concept is far stronger than the concepts she previously possessed.

One is single creation, one is batch creation; although there's no qualitative change in between, there is a quantitative difference.

"Do you want to eat grilled lamb chops? I think this is very delicious."

Broly condenses two grilled lamb chops, passes one over and asks.

"Ah-mu~"

Fanlou looks at the grilled lamb chop in the boy's hand that seems fresh out of the oven, smells the aroma drifting from it, opens her small mouth and takes a bite.

The concept of Omniscience and Omnipotence represents being able to foresee all matters in the world in advance, but this ultimately originates from the Star Cup's concept, different from the fundamental concept of her own birth, and is capable of switch-like handling.

As long as she slightly restricts the concept of Omniscience — for example, closing off foreknowledge of some delicacy tastes — she can retain the sense of surprise for food eaten into her mouth.

The surprise brought by delicious food easily brings happiness; Fanlou knows Broly wants this, and cooperatively gives it.

The happiness value on her body rises at a visible speed.

"When do you plan to invite us to be your wives?"

After eating the lamb chop, Fanlou suddenly asks.

"Thirteen days later."

Broly answers.

"Then, in thirteen more days, you'll have to leave this world?"

"Eh, you know?"

"The exact time I don't know, but through the Star Cup's ability, I can gaze into future scenes.

Of course, the future isn't something unchanging; it will form many uncertain timelines due to various variables.

But in all future timelines, you will disappear for a period of time, then return.

And regarding the day you disappear, even I who possess the Star Cup cannot see the specific time point.

It's just like another power surpassing the Star Cup has forcibly concealed that part of the future.

I think that should be the power of the Crystal Palace you possess, right?"

Fanlou asks.

And this doubt of hers, even the Star Cup as an Omniscience and Omnipotence concept device, cannot provide her an exact answer.

Regarding this, Broly also doesn't know if it's the Crystal Palace's power, but not understanding he asks, and the Crystal Palace, because of his question, gives a reply.

【The Crystal Palace stands above D95 World, naturally also above the various rule-products produced within the derivative worlds under D95 World.】

The Star Cup's specifications aren't low, but ultimately it's merely a manifestation of low-dimensional world rules, and compared to the Crystal Palace it falls short.

Being able to detect the influence caused by the Crystal Palace is thanks to Fanlou being one of the wives recognized by the Crystal Palace, and also preparing to agree to become one of us; only because of this could the extra variables brought by the Crystal Palace be calculated, thereby more accurately predicting the future timeline of the Saiyan boy's return to this world.

Broly gave the Crystal Palace's reply, and after obtaining the exact answer, Fanlou was satisfied, and her Happiness Value increased a bit.

Yet hearing her words, Corone and the Flügel couldn't stay calm, and surrounded him to ask about Broly's specific situation.

Including but not limited to asking about the return time, asking whether they could follow and leave — also an old refrain.

Upon learning the return date was unknown and they couldn't leave together, the Flügel went from their excited post-victory state to looking a bit listless.

In the following days, the frequency of the Flügel challenging Broly increased, but until Broly was about to leave this world, they never managed to achieve the phase goal of blasting all of Broly's clothes off.

Broly, however, discovered the secret of their wings, and mastered a special massage technique during sparring: by petting the Flügel's wings, he could pet them until they went limp and powerless; Jibril proved the superb degree of this craft with 374 Happiness Value.

As for the others, Fanlou had 326 Happiness Value; she was too suspicious early on, too omniscient later on.

Even deliberately letting herself feel happiness in the boy's behavior, she was still the bottom existence; clearly happiness is something hard to obtain through deliberate intent.

Corone, on the other hand, with 457 Happiness Value, became the number one wife of Broly in this world.

As for Sink Nirvalen, after the Covenant was signed she was busy handling various affairs, and saw little of Broly; yet in the process of gaining great power and reveling in managing power, she felt happiness.

On the final day, when Broly ran over to invite her to become an Official Member of the Crystal Palace, her settled Happiness Value clung close behind Jibril's, also reaching 363.

Totaling 1520 Happiness Value, converting that yields over 150,000 Happiness Points — a great reduction compared to the previous world's millions, but still counts as a harvest.

"I'm leaving; you all take care of yourselves."

"I'll help look after the others; you take care of yourself too."

Before leaving, Fanlou admonished Broly again about the shortcomings of the concepts of suspicion and boastful play, hoping that when he encounters problems in the future, he'll think of things in a good direction.

Thinking in a bad direction, the ability formed by combining the two concepts could turn into Murphy's Law and produce a counterproductive effect.

Broly waved goodbye to Fanlou and the others; this time he didn't exchange for a new Personal Space, and simply returned to Planet Nappa.

On Planet Nappa, seeing his son return once again, Paragus was very happy.

However, amid the happiness, this old father also grew worried.

Every time his son returns he beats him, yet he doesn't know when the beating will appear this time.

Thinking thus, Paragus's expression became somewhat unnatural.

"What's wrong?"

Broly noticed his own father's abnormality and couldn't help but ask.

Saiyans have an Eye of the Mind, but not much.

Paragus was fairly frank with his own son.

He just thought a bit, then told his son about the worry of being beaten.

After hearing it, Broly only felt a surge of anger well up from the bottom of his heart.

What does it mean that he'll definitely beat him just because he returns?

If he weren't asking for a beating, why would I move? Is this my fault? No, it's his fault! "Ah, Broly, what are you doing?"

Broly didn't speak, directly dragging his old man father outside.

"Now then, are you still worried?"

When he returned again, Broly asked the bruised and battered Paragus behind him.

"Not worried anymore."

Although beaten black and blue by his son, after taking a beating Paragus felt much better.

No more worry in his heart; this is strange, but this is probably the power of habit.

Not taking a beating, he always feels uneasy.

(Chapter End)