Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 776 Peach Love
"War games are not very common, but they usually attract a lot of attention when they appear. Not only do the gods come to join in the fun, but even the residents of Orario can watch the spectacle with the help of the gods."

So, Broly, this is a great opportunity for you to prove yourself. I want you to use your absolute strength to crush those bastards who look down on you.

"But doing this will increase our clan's rating, causing our clan's level to rise in the guild's eyes, which in turn will increase our income tax, right?"

"Yes, indeed. Although Apollo had ulterior motives this time and was targeting Bell, it still makes me very unhappy that you are being treated as a gigolo and a slacker in the Deep Zone expedition by other adventurers. So, the income tax will be increased, Bell, you agree to this, right?"

"Yes, I agree."

"So, forget about income tax and just make your name known!"

These are Hestia's exact words before the war game began.

This dissuaded Broly from putting on a difficult performance to lower the clan's rating.

. . . .

"The betting opens! Who will buy the Hestia Familia and win?"

"Ha, two people fighting against a hundred or more in a war game, is there any suspense left?"

“I bet on the Apollo family to win, 50,000 fali.”

"I'll buy 100,000, the Apollo Family."

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys are all betting on the Apollo Familia, how can this betting game even continue?"

Inside the tavern, the owner, who was running a private gambling den, looked displeased.

"Why don't you consider the Hestia Familia, which offers better odds?"

"Ha, what can we do? The Hestia Familia can't win. Even if the odds are high, if they can't win money, who will bet?"

“If you don’t bet, I will. If the Hestia clan wins, I will buy one million Fali.”

"Wow, do people really gamble like that?"

The people from the Soma clan didn't say much, despite the puzzled looks from the gamblers around them.

He simply carried his money bag to the next tavern to continue placing bets at a private gambling den.

Such things happen in taverns throughout Orario.

Even the Golden Casino received nearly four billion in bets wagered on the Hestia family.

This money, apart from coming from real gamblers, comes only from people who know Broly will never lose and want to make a profit from it.

Of course, there's also Broly's money. Although Hestia's family's funds will be locked after the War Game is signed, Hestia had already transferred her family's assets to Lilyluka before that, so that she could help place bets.

After a series of maneuvers, the odds of Hestia winning by 1 to 19 were reduced to 1 to 3.2.

. . . .

"The war game between the Hestia Familia and the Apollo Familia is about to begin. The terrain is flat, and the numbers are vastly different. Which side will emerge victorious? Let's wait and see. Now, let our chief god, who is in charge of this event, say a few words..."

"I am Ganesha~"

"Alright, our supreme deity has delivered a passionate opening speech, and the war game is now entering its final three-minute countdown..."

The war game is about to begin, and Hermes, with Uranus's permission, has had his authority to use his divine powers in the lower realms restored.

Approximately a thousand divine power screens appeared at the gathering place of Orario's people, but they were simultaneously broadcasting a war game live.

. . . .

"The gamblers in Orario are probably going to suffer huge losses this time."

In the venue of the divine council, Hephaestus sat next to Hestia and, seeing the odds of the Golden Casino displayed on the divine power screen, couldn't help but sigh.

"Hmph, those guys who don't believe my Broly and spread rumors deserve to lose money!"

Hestia said angrily that he had placed a lot of bets on Faris through Lilyluka (Soma Familia), but the final odds were still 3.2 when the betting closed, which showed how many people had bet on them and lost.

"That's true."

Hephaestus nodded and asked a question.

"How much did you bet on to win?"

"Then of course we're going all in! What about you, Hephaestus?"

“I’ve put all the available liquid funds from my family into this investment, which is about 300 million fali.”

"Such a great money-making opportunity, why don't you mortgage some assets?"

"So how much did you bet, Loki?"

"Golden casino, a billion fares."

Loki grinned, revealing a smile that suggested he was about to eat meat.

At this moment, Apollo entered the venue and, upon seeing Hestia, approached her.

"Hestia, are you ready to become my possession, along with your child?"

"Idiot Apollo!"

"Hey, you're insulting me?"

Can't I yell at you?

"Ha, it seems the impending defeat has driven you insane. Don't worry, once you become my god, I will definitely cherish you and your child!"

"Then please rest assured, after you lose, I will disband your familia and require you to exile yourself and leave Orario. At the same time, you will not be allowed to rebuild your familia in the future. You can either work hard to support yourself like a child in the mortal realm, or you can commit suicide and go back to the heavens to be a spectator."

For gods, waiting for resurrection after death is not terrifying; what is terrifying is that while other gods have fun, you can only be an observer, able to see but not enjoy.

"Ha, then let's wait and see. I want to see how you're going to get your two kids to beat my hundreds of kids!"

After Apollo finished speaking, the war game began.

From the top-down view of the Divine Power Screen, the two groups of people were already waiting on the plains outside Orario.

One of them immediately took action.

. . . .

"The first to act was not the Apollo Familia, which had the numerical advantage, but the Hestia Familia. The leader of the Hestia Familia took the lead and charged towards the Apollo Familia camp, which was a kilometer away. Was there some kind of plan behind this?"

"He actually came to charge into the fray alone. Does he really think he's a high-level adventurer?"

Just as Hyacinthus, the leader of the Apollo Familia, was preparing to send his men to meet the enemy, Daphne stopped him.

"The enemy dared to charge, so they might have some trump card. To be on the safe side, let's probe them with ranged means first."

Although Daphne chose to inform on them, she still had the awareness to do her job properly. As the commander of the Apollo Familia, she would not go easy on them in the war game just because she had told the Hestia Familia in advance that their god Apollo's goal was the white-haired boy.

Therefore, the Apollo Familia, despite their numerical advantage, did not let their guard down and treated the Saiyans charging into battle as high-level adventurers.

Before Broly even got close, arrows and ranged magical attacks were shot at him, but he only increased his speed slightly, and all the arrows and magical attacks missed their mark.

"Without any strategy, the leader of the Hestia Familia didn't use any tactics at all. He charged straight into the Apollo Familia's territory. The members of the Apollo Familia tried to stop him, but were defeated one by one. It was a pure head-on collision, and one against many, without any allies. Even he, who was famous for being able to teach swordsmanship to the Loki Familia's sword maidens, didn't draw the sword at his waist..."

"For Lord Apollo..."

"Clap~"

"I won't..."

"Clap~"

No matter who was blocking his way or whether they had weapons, Broly only used one move: a slap.

Almost everyone who was hit had the same reaction: they fell asleep immediately, highlighting their excellent sleep quality.

Cassandra watched as the Saiyan boy, who seemed unstoppable in slapping, charged towards her. Just as she instinctively closed her eyes, preparing to receive a slap herself, Broly, who had arrived in front of her, simply wiped his hand lightly across the girl's face.

"Huh?!"

Cassandra looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"You don't really want me to help you lose consciousness, do you?"

Broly asked, somewhat speechless.

"what……"

After being reminded, Cassandra finally realized what was happening.

His head lolled to the side, his body went limp, and he was 'knocked' unconscious.

Seeing this, Broly nodded in satisfaction and went to find the others.

Cassandra, who had fallen to the ground, quietly opened her eyes and looked at the boy who continued to slap unparalleled people in the crowd. Her fair face flushed slightly.

Some are clever, while others are rigid.

Daphne, after being lightly slapped by him, didn't pretend to faint. Instead, she drew her sword and said she was going to do her duty, to fight him for Apollo, who was still her own god.

Broly was quite helpless and had no choice but to actually slap the man. The crisp sound of the slap rang out, and a red mark appeared on the red-haired girl's face before she fell asleep.

The war game began, but it ended in less than ten minutes. Bro, with his exquisitely skillful slapping technique, won the MVP award for this war game.

To be honest, the Apollo Familia members aren't even as resilient as the monsters in the Death Arena of the 37th floor of the dungeon.

The reason it took so long was because we had to consider not killing anyone, since many of them did not join the Apollo Familia voluntarily.

Of course, Broly still took good care of those who joined voluntarily, such as the leader of the Apollo Familia who fought Bell.

. . . .

The war game ended, and countless people were cursing, but a very small number of gamblers cheered.

"Loki, did you already know this would happen?"

"of course."

"So, your argument with Hestia yesterday was all an act?"

"If we don't act, how can we get Apollo to risk everything?"

Haha, I've really won big this time! I'm treating everyone to drinks tonight, anyone want to come?

Unlike the elated Loki, Apollo beside him had already turned gray.

"Hestia, a god as kind as you, could what you just said really be true?"

He looked stiffly at Hestia and asked cautiously.

"The guy who's eyeing my child shouldn't expect me to be merciful and let him off the hook."

This afternoon, I will take over my Apollo Manor!

Apollo rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

. . . .

In this battle, the Hestia Familia earned 4.3 billion fali in spoils, of which 3.8 billion fali came from betting, 200 million of the remaining 500 million fali were cash flow from the Apollo Familia, and 300 million fali were the price of the Apollo Familia estate.

"Damn it, that narcissist Apollo actually spent so much of my money on useless things!"

That evening, while celebrating at the Tavern of the Abundant Mistress, Hestia grumbled and complained, simply because 99% of the artworks in Apollo's Familia's real estate were worthless, consisting of self-portraits or self-built sculptures of Apollo, who had been expelled from Orario that afternoon—things that could never be sold.

"This is much more profitable than going into the dungeon."

Finn was in high spirits. The last expedition had emptied the Loki Familia's coffers, but this gamble had directly replenished them.

It's a pity that I don't know when I'll encounter such a good opportunity to make money again.

"Where's Brother Broly? Where did he go?"

Lily Luca was engrossed in eating her meat when, upon looking up again, she discovered that the Saiyan boy was gone.

. . . .

"Seele, what's wrong? Why did Miss Anya call me over here?"

Broly, who had been summoned by the catgirl, looked at the girl who was waiting for him by the riverbank and couldn't help but ask.

"Broly, you said our meeting was fate?"

"Ah."

"Then why can't I feel it?"

The gray-haired girl had changed into a beautiful white dress at some point. She stood with her back to the riverside railing, watching the Saiyan boy approach, and asked directly.

"Well, fate's arrangements are something only I can see."

Broly didn't know why Seele had called him out to ask this, but he still gave a serious reply.

The Crystal Palace panel and Crystal Palace notifications can indeed only be received by him.

"So, no matter what I become, you'll always be able to see our fateful encounter?"

Xi'er asked again.

"Yes, as long as it's still you, Seele."

Broly nodded.

The girl on the signboard remained silent; she couldn't tell that the boy was lying.

"I heard you ran into my sister yesterday?"

"Ah."

"I want to know, how did you recognize her as my sister after you met her?"

"Uh, her temper and your temper are somewhat similar."

"gas?"

"This is a kind of energy that life possesses, and I can identify a person by sensing it."

People who share a similar aura are often blood relatives.

Of course, there are also cases where two complete strangers can have similar auras.

Yesterday, I just felt that Miss Helen and you had a similar aura.

I asked casually, and it turns out she really is your sister.

"So that's how it is..."

[Is it similar to a deity being able to see a child's true soul?]

"Then do you think Lady Freya's aura is similar to mine?"

[It's possible that his divine identity makes him uncertain; the divine version of me resembles the version of me in Seele's form.]

"Lady Freya? Of course, her aura is nothing like Seele's!"

However, Broly's immediate and decisive answer shattered her idea.

"Huh, why?"

The mascot girl quickly asked, "Although her transformation ritual magic is very strong, even gods would find it difficult to see through her true form in her girl form, it doesn't look like a ghost at all."

"It's not quite right to say they're completely different. To be precise, Lady Freya's aura feels more complex to me. Well, to use the drinks that Mia's mother mixes as an analogy, Seele's aura is like a pink peach love, Miss Helen's aura is like a pinkish ocean heart with a blue base, and as for Lady Freya's aura, it's like a rainbow drink with all sorts of colors mixed together."

With the detailed analogy, Seele gained some understanding of Broly's aura perception.

The Peach Love and Ocean Heart drinks sold in the store do look a bit similar, and some customers have mistaken them for each other before.

But no guest would mistake Rainbow Wine for Peach Love or Ocean Heart.

Just as Seele was lost in thought, the young man's hand reached out to her. She stared at him, somewhat bewildered, and heard him ask, "Beautiful Miss Seele, would I have the honor of inviting you to dance with me here?"

The girl on the signboard felt her heart pounding.

"Absolutely delighted!"

As she agreed, she had already placed her hand in the boy's hand.

Even though there was no music playing, I could almost hear the music from last night's banquet. The moonlight reflected on the river, showing two people dancing on the riverbank.

Why did you suddenly invite me to dance?

After a silent dance, Seele's face was flushed. She leaned closer to the Saiyan boy and asked in a soft, fragrant voice.

"Because I danced with your sister last night, and tonight you showed up in front of me wearing a gown..."

Broly didn't voice his true feelings aloud, but instead asked directly, "So, Seele, don't you want to dance with me?"

"That's not it."

Seele gave a negative answer, but she could feel the Saiyan boy's breath as he spoke.

Looking closely at the boy's face, gazing into the eyes that were looking at him.

She couldn't help but part her lips slightly and slowly approach.

In this situation, Broly would naturally not back down.

He skillfully began communicating with the girl in front of him.

"Seele, did you drink some Peach Love?"

"Uh, I had a little drink before I came."

"I don't drink alcohol."

"what!"

"But there can be exceptions now."

(End of this chapter)