Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1663 Piccolo and the Pied Piper Return Home

The Namekian sky was an unusual emerald green, with low-hanging clouds that seemed poised to crush the earth at any moment. Three Namekian warriors, like three streaks of green lightning, simultaneously lunged at Zapo from different directions.

Their muscles were taut, and their eyes burned with a resolute flame to defend their homeland.

However, just as they were about to reach their target, an invisible force field suddenly unfolded, causing ripples to spread through the air.

The three of them were thrown back as if they had crashed into an invisible wall, and slammed heavily onto the cracked earth.

"A good attempt,"

Sabo smiled with an elegant yet cruel smile as he gently adjusted his gloves.

“But it’s not enough.”

His movements were faster than anyone could imagine; a green phantom could be seen weaving between the three of them.

The cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out one after another, accompanied by suppressed groans of pain.

In the blink of an eye, the three warriors lay dead in pools of blood, their lives fading rapidly. Sabo landed lightly, his boots not even picking up a speck of dust.

Dodoria's fat face was plastered with a fawning smile: "Mr. Sabo's strength is indeed extraordinary."

Sabo calmly withdrew his attack, his tone tinged with disdain: "These Namekians are more tenacious than expected, but unfortunately, they are still no match for us."

In fact, Sabo and Dodoria knew perfectly well that their ability to stand under Frieza's command was never solely due to their fighting prowess.

Although the Ginyu Force's group of weirdos are incredibly strong, they have absolutely no sense of reading between the lines.

The reason why Frieza valued them so highly was because they knew how to remain humble at the right time and to be ruthless when necessary.

On a distant cliff, Dandy witnessed all of this, his fists clenched until they turned white.

"Damn intruders!"

His voice trembled with anger.

He turned to the silent figure behind him and said, "Neru, I'm counting on you."

Neru slowly raised his head, his emerald green skin revealing immense power.

As the former Grand Elder's bodyguard, his strength was legendary throughout Namek.

He nodded silently, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Dodoria's combat strength detector beeped: "Three thousand points? That's impossible!"

He pounded on the instrument, suspecting it was malfunctioning.

Sabo narrowed his eyes: "I remember those Namekians used to hide their strength."

But he remained confident: "Even if they're holding back, how much stronger can they really be?"

What they didn't know was that Naru's true combat power was as high as 42,000 points—a number that even surpassed Sabo's highest form of 26,000 points.

The moment Neru truly unleashed his aura, Sabo's composure shattered.

The confrontation happened in the blink of an eye.

Neru's punches and palm strikes whistled through the air, each blow causing Sabo's internal organs to tremble violently.

Sabo attempted to transform to enhance his combat power, but Naru did not give him the opportunity.

A precise chop pierced Sabo's chest, and his arrogant eyes instantly lost their luster.

Frieza, who had been sitting upright in his aircraft watching the battle, finally leaned forward slightly.

"Forty-two thousand combat power points?"

His elegant voice carried a rare hint of surprise.

"Mr. Sabo's death was not unjust."

He chuckled and shook his head, surprised that there was such a powerful individual on this remote planet, almost comparable to an ordinary member of the Ginyu Force.

Frieza slowly rose into the air and hovered in front of Nail: "Submit to me and hand over the Dragon Balls. This is your last chance."

Warriors with a combat power of over 10,000 are extremely rare in the universe.

The Saiyan King Vegeta, with a power level of only 10,000, dared to call himself the leader of the strongest fighting race in the universe.

"Impossible! Intruders!"

Naru's voice was like the crashing of glaciers, containing an unwavering determination. He transformed into a streak of green light and charged straight at Frieza.

Watching from a distance, Son Goku and Son Gohan simultaneously cried out, "No!"

They knew how terrifying Frieza was—his base form had a combat power of 530,000 points, which was something Nail couldn't possibly contend with.

Frieza didn't even move an inch, she just slightly raised her finger.

A crimson beam shot out instantly, piercing precisely through Neru's shoulder.

Amidst the explosion, Namek's most powerful warrior plummeted like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the scorched earth and creating a deep crater.

……

Meanwhile, on a desolate wasteland on Earth, Piccolo and Piper were carrying out their daily training.

Suddenly, a spatial rift opened silently, and a man stepped out.

"Who?"

Piccolo immediately assumed a fighting stance, and Piper Puppet quickly gathered his energy into a blade.

Luther smiled and raised his hand to signal peace: "Goku and Gohan have already gone to your home planet Namek. Don't you want to go back and see them?"

Piccolo and Piper exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

In the memories left to them by Piccolo Daimaō, Namek was never mentioned.

Our hometown?

Bick asked warily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

“You are not demons from Earth,”

Luther said calmly.

"You are Namekians, one of the few races in the universe with the ability to create Dragon Balls."

Seeing the incredulous expressions on their faces, Luther continued, "I am a traveler from a future timeline. In the near future, a monster called Majin Buu will bring destruction to the entire universe. And you…"

His gaze shifted between Piccolo and Piper, "The only hope."

Luther showed them a holographic projection: the devastation caused by Majin Buu, and the annihilation of one cosmic civilization after another.

The final scene freezes on the moment when Goku and Vegeta fail to fuse, and Earth is engulfed in flames.

"I traveled through time to change this future."

Luther's voice was heavy.

"But Goku and Gohan alone are far from enough. You need to become stronger, stronger than ever before. And on Namek, there is an opportunity for you to break through your limits."

Bick remained silent for a long time.

He had always felt out of place in this world, and now he finally found the answer.

The Flute Prodigy then asked, "Why should we believe you?"

"You'll find out once you get to Namek."

Luther said.

"Time is of the essence,"

Luther opened an even larger portal to another time and space.

“Frieza has already begun a massacre on Namek. Every moment of delay means more of his people are dying. And…”

He paused meaningfully.

"There are still opportunities there that can allow you to leap forward in your abilities."

Bick finally nodded: "I'll trust you this time. But if there's any deception..."

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

Luther smiled: "You won't be disappointed. After all, saving the universe requires the strength of all warriors—including you forgotten Namekian sons."

(End of this chapter)