Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 531 Six Choices: Bo, just released from prison, returns to hell.

If demons lacked intelligence, Broly would hunt them down without hesitation.

But they are wise, so negotiation-based transactions became Broly's preferred option.

"Are you few willing to sell your own flesh and blood?"

Broly flew over and began questioning the demons present.

What do you want our flesh and blood for?

The demons looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then asked.

“I have two wives who want the flesh and blood of otherworldly demons as raw materials for spellcasting and research.”

Broly was telling the truth.

"Who is it?"

"A human magician from another world."

"Oh, those damned human wizards, they actually covet our power!"

Bo Gang roared angrily.

"So, will you sell your own flesh and blood?"

Broly was getting impatient.

"Though you are powerful, you will never have our flesh and blood. Demons will never be reduced to lowly livestock."

The Earth Demon, Di Kui, though clearly lacking confidence, uttered these words with viciousness.

"Is that so? Then let me name a price. This is a standard pork chop rice bowl. Who among you is willing to pay the price and use your flesh and blood to buy it?"

Without further ado, Broly took out some other food from the Crystal Palace, opened the wooden lid, and began to shout.

"It smells wonderful!"

The aroma of the pork chop rice bowl attracted the demons, especially Bo Gang, who had the biggest appetite and the strongest desire for food.

"Don't be tempted by mere food. We are the demon lords who once ruled the earth."

"Thunder Demon Zhongsu roared at Bogang, who was swallowing hard and seemed to be attracted by the food."

"I know, but the stuff in his hand smells really good. I'm quite big, so exchanging just a little bit shouldn't be a problem."

Bo Gang said this as if he were convincing himself.

Other demons: "..."

"Being with you makes me feel really cheap."

Ximu complained.

"Therefore, I intend to raise the price, Broly. Your food is not enough to buy my flesh and blood, not even a piece the size of a fingernail."

Bo Gang said with a serious expression.

"So, with a piece of flesh the size of a fingernail, how many servings of pork chop rice bowl do you want to pay?"

Broly inquired seriously about the cost of this thing, assuming the interior space of the Crystal Palace could be used normally. He explained that the cost was simply the fee for crossing over into the Crystal Palace.

How much happiness points can bring in depends entirely on the size of the cross-border portal. As it stands now, 125 happiness points can probably bring in a truckload of rice bowls.

If Rin Tohsaka or Touko Aozaki has the strength to bring in so many things, and if the Crystal Palace has enough space to accommodate them.

"I want ten servings, no, a hundred servings, and preferably with extra pickled vegetables or a packet of salt on each serving."

Bogang said, in a ridiculously outrageous manner, that he felt it was a devilish thing to raise the price by 100 times all at once.

"make a deal."

Perhaps Broly will try to negotiate.

"If it's less than ten portions, I absolutely will not..."

Before Bogang could finish speaking, he realized what Broly had said.

"What did you say?"

"I said it's a deal, do you want to go back on your word?"

"Oh damn, I think I oversold myself~"

. . . .

"This otherworldly demon flesh is really cheap!"

In Fuyuki City of the Type-Moon world, Rin Tohsaka sighed and took out her black card to go on a shopping spree. She bought anything that was food, not just pork cutlet rice bowls.

In Kanbuko City, Aozaki Touko did the same, using her superpowers to book an entire street of restaurants and start preparing high-salt food.

After waiting for about an hour, they used magic to strengthen their bodies, pulled an oversized handcart, opened the door, and entered the Crystal Palace. Each of them received a basin-sized amount of Mountain Demon flesh and blood.

That wasn't ordinary demon flesh and blood. Since it was said that it was intended as a material for spellcasting, the Mountain Demon Bogan subconsciously assumed that Broly needed flesh and blood filled with demonic energy.

After receiving a pile of food that was almost half his height, the mountain demon generously cut two pieces of flesh, brimming with demonic energy, from his own belly and handed them to Broly.

In the world of Type-Moon, this thing would be shrouded in mystery, and with the special bonus of being from an outsider, the breathing of the genius magician girl from the Tohsaka family in Fuyuki City would become heavier. It felt like exchanging a pebble that could be picked up at random by the river for the world's most precious gem.

"any left?"

Aozaki Touko asked eagerly, feeling that with the raw materials, she could make even better puppets.

Are any of you going to sell?

While Pogan was eating heartily, Broly started asking the other demons questions.

"I don't want this food. Do you have anything else to exchange it for?"

Broly's ability to communicate with other worlds and obtain resources is the envy of the demons, but their inability to defeat him allows them to sit down and make fair trade with the Saiyan boy.

Flesh that can be used as spellcasting material is, to put it bluntly, flesh filled with their demonic energy. And this stuff will be weakened if it stays in Hell. It's better to sell some while there's still some left and exchange it for what you want.

So, in the end, even the mountain demon Di Kui, who proclaimed that "demons will never be reduced to lowly livestock," held his nose, took the soil he had obtained with his demonic energy and flesh, and lay down in it, saying that the soil from another world was truly delicious.

Two days passed quickly, and many things happened in the outside world. Valmont, possessed by Shendu, led his mafia henchmen and obtained the Pangu Box.

The Pangu Box, resembling a Rubik's Cube, revealed the coordinate map image of the first demon being sealed away without any preamble, thanks to Valmont's flying kick.

The Mafia has arrived in Tokyo, Japan, and Jackie Chan has followed. The riddle on the Pangu Box that the Mafia and others couldn't solve is solved by Jackie Chan, who is an archaeologist.

Okay, to be precise, it was Tama who wanted to conceal the fact that she had used the Beginner's Copy Spell on herself, and in order to hide the existence of the clone, she accidentally gave a hint that untied the spell.

Jackie Chan found a shrine or temple, while Valmont, possessed by Shendu, and his mafia gang secretly followed behind.

After finding the correct location of the Gates of Hell, the Pangu Box was activated automatically, and the gates of the Mountain Demon Pogan were opened.

In hell, Bo Gang, who had exchanged his flesh and blood for a pile of food, was eating when he suddenly discovered the gates of hell beside him.

He wanted to scream, but then realized there was an old man here who might be robbing his own Gate of Hell.

So He quietly approached his door, and after stepping halfway in, he shouted loudly to the others, "Hey, brothers and sisters, look what I've found!"

Seeing the other demons and Broly looking over, Bo continued, "That guy Shendu actually succeeded! I can leave Hell now. Goodbye, my brothers and sisters, I'm off to enjoy myself outside, hahaha..."

After saying this, Bogan didn't linger and went straight out of the Gates of Hell. Broly was about to follow when the Gates of Hell closed, and he missed his target.

"I think you need to give me an explanation."

Just as the Sky Demon Ximu was about to fly away, he was grabbed by the tail. Broly pulled the guy in front of him and said...

"I think it's because you were a step too slow."

Ximu tried to get away with it.

"Only one demon can pass through one gate of hell."

But Zhou Lan's words revealed the truth.

"You didn't tell me that."

Broly looked at the Sky Demon in his hand.

"But you didn't ask me that, did you?"

Ximu said with a forced smile.

Broly squinted, grabbed His tail, spun around, and used a powerful throw.

With a loud bang, the Sky Demon, clearly harboring many ulterior motives, was trapped on a floating rock in the distance.

"Oh, damn it, Bo came in way too fast!"

Ximu, who had just hit the rock, began to complain.

"Is any of you willing to sell your own gates to hell?"

Broly asked the question, but the answer was obvious.

"There are no demons here who would sell themselves for a chance to gain freedom."

"That's what Mo Xiaofeng said honestly."

Broly thought about it and agreed. But if that were the case, he might have to consider killing a demon, turning the gates of hell that the demon might open into unclaimed property for him to collect, and then thanking nature for its bounty.

In Hell, the remaining six demons suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. They instinctively moved away from Broly's location, but from the Saiyan boy, they sensed a deep and deadly malice.

"He wanted to kill us."

"Because of the gates of hell, he wanted to leave hell and go to the human world."

"Then what should we do?"

The demons huddled together and began to whisper and discuss their plan.

But what lay before them was an extremely serious problem.

Broly harbored murderous intent towards them, and his desire to seize the gates of hell was written all over his face.

"Fight? We can't beat him even if we join forces. Run? This is hell. Where can we run to? You've all seen how fast that guy is. He's even faster than Ximu. There's only one way left now."

"What method?" Zhou Lan asked.

The other demons looked over.

"Sacrifice one of us."

"Then who will have to be sacrificed?"

"Who told him about the Gates of Hell?"

When Zhou Lan made a pointed remark, Xi Mu's expression froze, and he quickly distanced himself from the other demons.

“We will have to face this sooner or later, whether I tell him or not, it will be the same. Don’t even think about using this as an excuse to sacrifice me.”

The Sky Demon, all bluster and no substance, roared at the other demons.

You should learn to take responsibility.

The Chinese and Soviet Union had conjured up lightning guns, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

The water demon Basha, however, also looked menacing.

"Ha, even if you're planning to sacrifice me, do you think he'll be willing to wait for my gates of hell to open?"

"What do you mean?"

“Broly, we have decided after discussion that we will give you the next Gate of Hell when it opens.”

Before the other demons could surround him, Ximu flew out of the encirclement and, upon arriving beside Broly, spoke to the Saiyan boy in this manner.

"Eh?"

Upon hearing this, Broly, who hadn't yet decided whether to kill the demon, immediately felt all his bad thoughts disappear. He blinked and asked the other demons who had caught up, "Is this true?"

What could the demons, including Zhou Lan, who had caught up, say at this point? Could they say that this was a decision Ximu made on his own initiative, and then that Broly had locked onto him with deep malice?
"Uh, of course it's true."

"Won't this make you feel awkward or pressured?"

"will not."

[Do we dare say yes?]

[You want to sacrifice me? Dream on. Now, let's gamble on this one-in-six chance.]

Floating behind Broly, Westwood grinned, and everyone could see the meaning behind his smile.

[A one-in-six chance, purely based on luck; the next Hell's Gate that appears might not be mine.]

The demons, including Zhou Lan, kept their conversation a secret.

[As long as the next gate to hell isn't mine, I'll prevent that guy from entering. Let's get rid of this plague god, Broly, first.]

Apart from Howling Wind, the other five demons all had similar thoughts: if the next gate to hell to open wasn't theirs, they would send Broly away first; but if it was theirs, they would desperately try to get inside first.

It's common knowledge that demons don't keep their promises, which is perfectly normal.

. . . .

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, Japan, after Bo Gang was released from prison after having a feast in hell, he had absolutely no interest in the offering of Jackie Chan presented by the Holy Lord.

"I will rebuild my palace here, and from this moment on, this island will once again be under the rule of me, the Mountain Demon Pogan. All the humans on this land will kneel at my feet and serve me once more!"

"That's only natural, but my dear sister, do you really not want to eat the offerings I've prepared for you?"

Valmont, possessed by Shendu, pointed at Jackie Chan, who was being controlled by Black Tiger Afu, and asked another question.

"I don't want this kind of low-quality food with bones! Give me the delicious food that humans have cleaned and prepared!"

When the demon came out, Jackie Chan thought he was going to die, but it turned out that the demon looked down on him.

"Okay, fine, I'm substandard food, at least I'm safe for now."

Jackie Chan exhaled and suddenly tilted his head back, hitting Black Tiger Ah Fu on the nose behind him.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party loosened their grip in pain, Jackie Chan crouched down and darted away, escaping in an instant.

"The escaped demons want to rule humanity, I have to tell Daddy."

"Jackie Chan ran away! Chase him!"

"No need to chase. Our goal is not Jackie Chan, but to unleash all the demons."

The mafia members had just taken a step when Valmont, possessed by Shendu, called them back.

The mountain demon, Wave, strode heavily and easily smashed through the walls of the shrine and temple.

His target was the tallest building in bustling Tokyo in the distance.

"That would be perfect as my palace!"

He took a liking to the Tokyo Tower, and Bo Gang followed the river toward it.

"What are you doing in such a hurry, Jackie Chan?"

Jackie Chan, who had run away, ran into his father, who had rushed over.

"Dad, the demon has escaped."

He quickly explained the situation.

"I've come here to deal with Him, but where is the demon?"

Back inside the shrine, seeing the mess, the gray-haired old man asked...

"They went to the city."

Xiaoyu emerged from behind the shrine gate and pointed towards the bustling city through the broken wall.

"Ouch~"

Just then, the copying spell took effect again, and Xiaoyu's copy group doubled in size, squeezing out from behind the shrine door.

"Oh dear, there's an even bigger problem here."

Looking at the yard full of Xiaoyu and her gray-haired father, he felt a headache coming on.

"Now is not the time to worry about that, Dad. Let's hurry up and defeat the demon."

“This is not something a child should do, Xiaoyu. You are not allowed to leave again. Stay here. Tru, let’s go deal with that demon.”

"Don't forget to bring your old man along."

Jackie Chan and Tru rowed the boat, leading their father in pursuit of the demon, while Jade, left behind by the adults, crossed her arms.

“You didn’t say that we all had to stay.”

When they reached the foot of a bridge, the mountain demon Pogan was finally caught up, but because Tru forgot to bring the drum containing Zhang Guolao's token, Jackie Chan and the others were in dire straits.

Just as the small boat was about to capsize and the potion to fight the Mountain Demon was about to fall into the river and lose its effectiveness, a bunch of Jade girls jumped down from the bridge and used a human wave tactic to smash the Mountain Demon Bogan into the water.

"Dad, here's the drum you wanted."

Bo Gang smashed the bridge, making it impassable for vehicles. Many people thought they had stumbled into the filming of a tokusatsu movie.

Xiaoyu, in her true form, saw the drum her father needed to fight the demon while in a parked car, and threw the drum down.

As the incantation for the demons and monsters to leave rang out, the mountain demon was swept away by the sealing magic and flew back into the gates of hell at the shrine.

"This was a truly exhilarating victory!"

"Xiaoyu, I told you you weren't allowed to come along. Now how are we going to retrieve all of you who fell into the water?"

"I think I have a way."

Tru said.

"What can you do?"

"The reason there are so many Xiaoyu is probably because the replication curse hasn't stopped yet. As long as we break the curse, the other clones will disappear. Then, we only need to retrieve one Xiaoyu. Coincidentally, I'm trying to make an antidote to solve the problem of replicating the antique vase."

“Oh, Tru, you are the best apprentice I have ever seen.”

The old man took Tru's antidote and began to praise him.

"So, which of you is the real Xiaoyu?"

Jackie Chan said, hands on his hips.

"I!"

A group of girls answered at the same time.

"Whoever uses the copying spell, I'll punish her by banning her from watching TV for a year."

"she!"

All the little jades in the water immediately pointed to the little jade who had thrown the drum on the bridge.

With the curse broken, the group hurriedly ran away.

The chaotic situation also allowed the Mafia to escape.

"This tokusatsu drama really went all out; they even blew up a bridge!"

Passersby on the bridge thought it was a real tokusatsu drama.

. . . .

hell.

"Hey, Bogang, what brings you back again?"

"It's less than ten minutes outside, right?"

"Damn it, so many identical little girls suddenly fell from the sky and knocked me into the water. When I resurfaced, a human mage used a spell to send me back. Ugh, I shouldn't have chosen the water route!"

Bo Gang, now back in hell, was filled with regret. If he had taken the land route, he would never have been overwhelmed by a group of little girls.

But perhaps it was the power of righteousness that led Him to make the wrong judgment and give the opponent the crucial item, the drum!

(End of this chapter)