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Goku finally reacted.
The surrounding magma had already swallowed large swathes of the land. The fissures in the sky were growing larger by the second. He hurriedly pulled the Dragon Balls tightly into his arms.
"Crap!"
"I need to hurry and find Piccolo and the others!"
Goku struggled to his feet, but his overdrawn body caused him to stumble.
Blake looked at the man who was risking his life for his friends and shook his head helplessly.
He raised his hand.
A gentle wave of Anemo power wrapped around Goku. This force not only supported his weight but slowly began repairing his damaged meridians.
Goku instantly felt the burden on his body lighten. He gave Blake a look of profound gratitude before turning into a streak of light, blasting off toward the distant spaceship.
Blake withdrew his gaze.
He turned and walked toward Akainu and Kaido.
Kaido had already reverted to his human form and was leaning against a charred boulder, gasping for air. Akainu had planted the shattered remains of Ryujin Jakka into the ground, barely maintaining his footing.
Donquixote Doflamingo sauntered over as well, a fawning smile plastered across his face.
"You completed the mission nicely."
Blake looked at his three battered employees. "Even though it was pretty ugly, you still managed to outlast the final boss."
Kaido flashed a wide, jagged grin. "Store Manager, about those rewards..."
Blake snapped his fingers. "Relax, you'll get your due. We'll settle the tally once we get back to the tavern."
He raised a hand, carving a silver portal of light into the empty air.
"Let's go. If we stay any longer, we'll be buried along with this planet."
Kaido was the first to step through the portal. Right now, all he wanted was to get back to the tavern, order a few barrels of good booze, and sleep like the dead.
Akainu ripped his broken blade from the earth and limped his way inside. Doflamingo followed closely on his heels, terrified that Blake might abandon him here.
Blake cast one final glance at the dying green planet. Crimson magma had already consumed most of its surface. He didn't linger any longer and stepped into the portal.
The silver light flared briefly before vanishing into nothingness.
A few seconds later.
The core of Namek collapsed completely. A blinding burst of white light erupted in the cosmos. The beautiful planet that had birthed the Namekians was reduced to countless specks of cosmic dust.
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East Blue. Foosha Village.
Inside Makino's Partys Bar.
The massive broadcast screen faded to static following the annihilation of Namek.
The tavern was so deathly silent you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was still reeling from the apocalyptic battle they had just witnessed.
Whitebeard sat holding his drinking bowl, having failed to take a sip for what felt like an eternity. The rice crackers in Garp's mouth had long since crumbled to dust, yet he completely forgot to chew.
Sengoku's forehead was slick with cold sweat.
"That kind of power..." Sengoku muttered to himself. "If that guy named Son Goku came to our world, who could possibly stop him?"
Garp swallowed hard. "No one. Even if every single one of us teamed up, we wouldn't survive a single punch."
Whitebeard slammed his bowl heavily onto the table. "That Son Goku isn't the most terrifying one out there. It's the Store Manager."
Whitebeard's eyes were glued to the static on the screen. "That Son Goku is already absurdly strong. Yet, in front of the Store Manager, he didn't even have the room to strike back. What kind of monster is the Store Manager?"
Outside the tavern.
Several beaten-to-a-pulp losers hung from the Crooked Neck Tree, swaying gently in the wind. They were the oblivious pirates who had come looking for trouble, casually strung up by Kaido.
Silver ripples suddenly distorted the air. Blake stepped out of the void, flanked by his three ragged employees.
Kaido immediately collapsed onto his rear, panting heavily. Akainu leaned against the wall, his face deathly pale. Doflamingo slumped directly onto the steps, completely drained of the strength to move even a finger.
Hearing the commotion, the crowd inside the tavern surged out. Seeing the miserable state of these three top-tier powerhouses, everyone drew in a sharp breath.
If a Marine Admiral and a Yonko were beaten this badly... the danger level of that dungeon was simply unimaginable.
Blake ignored their shock. He walked straight into the tavern and sat at a clean table.
"Makino, get me some juice." Blake tapped the table.
Makino hurriedly ran over with a glass of freshly squeezed juice, her eyes brimming with awe.
Blake took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, and narrowed his eyes in comfort.
"Alright." Blake set the glass down and looked toward the three employees by the door. "Now, let's tally the rewards for the Namek Campaign dungeon."
Everyone's breathing grew heavy. They had seen the terrifying power of that world with their own eyes. Whatever rewards came from there would absolutely shatter the entire power scaling system of the One Piece world.
Kaido forced himself to stand, gazing eagerly at Blake. Akainu straightened his posture. Doflamingo leaned against the wall, his eyes burning with fanaticism.
Blake tapped his fingers rhythmically against the tabletop as the system prompts chimed in his mind.
[System Prompt: Dragon Ball Z: Namek Campaign dungeon cleared.][System Prompt: Participants: Kaido, Akainu, Doflamingo.][System Prompt: Evaluating contribution...]
The system's voice echoed in Blake's mind while the crowd outside the tavern didn't dare to breathe. Old-timers like Whitebeard and Sengoku pressed to the front of the pack, desperate to see what absurd rewards this exaggerated dungeon would produce.
A translucent panel, visible only to him, popped up in front of Blake. He scanned the data and tapped the table lightly.
"Doflamingo." Blake called out the Heavenly Yaksha's name first.
Doflamingo, who had been gasping for air, immediately stiffened. His pink feather coat trembled slightly in the wind.
"Fufufufu, Store Manager, I'm here." He smiled, though it looked strained. He had spent the entire dungeon dodging fights and picking up scraps; his performance was far from stellar. The only reason he made it back alive was pure luck and knowing when to cower.
Blake reviewed the evaluation on the panel. "You collected the Dragon Balls on Namek, avoided combat, and preserved your life. Contribution Rating: C. Reward Issued: [Bukujutsu] Cultivation Method, and a foundational Seed of [Ki]."
A orb of white light flicked from Blake's fingertip, shooting straight into Doflamingo's glabella.
Doflamingo let out a muffled groan. The technical knowledge of how to use Ki to fly was violently crammed into his brain, while a warm, ambient energy materialized out of thin air within his dantian.
He closed his eyes, feeling it for a moment, and then tapped his toes.
Without the aid of a single string, his entire body hovered effortlessly in midair. This wasn't his usual trick of hanging strings on clouds; this was true, unassisted flight. His speed and agility far surpassed what they used to be.
Doflamingo landed on the ground, his signature grin stretching into an exaggerated arc. "Fufufufu! Thank you, Store Manager!" Even with the lowest possible rating, this ability was enough to grant his mobility a qualitative leap.
Blake turned his head to the massive figure nearby. "Kaido."
Kaido immediately put down his sake gourd, wiped his mouth, and leaned in—like a giant toddler waiting for his teacher to hand out candy.
"You took on the Ginyu Force head-on and exchanged blows with Frieza. You took the worst beatings, but you bought enough time. Contribution Rating: B+. Reward Issued: [Saiyan Physique (Unable to Awaken Super Saiyan)] and Advanced Ki Blast Application Techniques."
A streak of golden light slammed into Kaido's chest.
His massive frame shuddered violently. He could vividly feel his muscle fibers undergoing some terrifying mutation. His shattered bones and ruptured organs—broken by Frieza and Son Goku—healed at a speed that defied biology.
But that wasn't the scariest part. What truly made him tremble was that after his injuries healed, his base strength had shot up by a massive margin.
The core mechanic of the Saiyan physique—an explosive surge in battle power following recovery from near-death—was practically tailor-made for a madman who loved attempting suicide and taking beatings.
Kaido clenched his fist. A blinding white Ki Blast erupted in his palm.
With a deafening BOOM, the remains of a Sea King skeleton off in the distance were blown to dust.
Kaido let out a roaring, manic laugh. "Wororororo! This power is f*cking exhilarating!"
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