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Chapter 377 The greater the power, the more elaborate the tricks.

Dragon Ball, a future parallel universe.

Here, the sky is no longer the familiar azure, but is obscured by thick dust and dark clouds, presenting a depressing leaden gray.

Occasionally, the sun would pierce through the clouds, casting pale, distorted rays that illuminated the vast, boundless ruins.

The once bustling city is now nothing but ruins, with buildings scattered like blocks torn apart by a giant hand, covered with thick ash and withered vegetation.

A deathly silence filled the air.

Apart from the occasional sound of wind in the distance and the faint echoes reverberating among the ruins, there was almost no sound of life; it was a scene of utter devastation.

A boy with short, light blue hair had a cold expression, and on his back was a sharp sword housed in an ancient-looking scabbard.

It is Trunks in a future parallel universe.

His deceased mentor, father, and friends all became a huge burden on his heart.

Having experienced the Android incident in the future, Trunks now has only one hope left: to help Goku and his friends, who were supposed to die of a heart attack, defeat the Androids.

"This is the last chance; we must stop it before everything falls apart."

With a determined look in his eyes, Trunks stepped into the time machine under the concerned gaze of his mother, Bulma.

After a time-travel experience that caused him some discomfort, he regained consciousness and pushed the time machine back into operation.

As the hatch opened, Trunks took a deep breath and stood on the ground.

"The Earth of the past, I have arrived."

Trunks silently chanted in his mind, but what came towards him was a blinding bullet that shot into the sky and flashed across half the universe.

"boom!!!"

To Trunks' astonishment, a terrifying energy surge, a million times more dazzling than a supernova explosion and powerful enough to destroy half the universe, emanated from afar.

Before the devastating energy could even reach him, another cold snort, with an even more astonishing destructive wave, obliterated everything.

"To have cultivated to this level in just 35 rounds, you are indeed a prodigy, but unfortunately, you are still a bit inferior to me."

Trunks looked into the distance, but he couldn't see the other person's full appearance because of the distance. He could only feel the terrifying fluctuations emanating from the other person's body.

The opponent's immense power seemed capable of shattering the Great Dao of the Universe with a mere tremor.

This terrifying aura left him stunned on the spot, his heart pounding like a thousand horses galloping.

"This...this is impossible!!!"

Trunks stared wide-eyed, almost blinded by the light, at the distant torrents of energy that were constantly colliding, dissipating, and exploding.

Both the quantity and the quality are terrifying.

Even a tiny bit of spillage could be crushed to dust.

Has this person traveled to Earth in the past? Who are these guys?

These terrifying creatures were not mentioned at all in the past history that my mother recounted.

Before he could react, his body vanished from the spot.

When it reappeared, it was floating in the void, with a boy with long black hair floating beside it, holding a bag of popcorn and eating it with relish.

Below Trunks are countless squares, like a Go board.

Each square contains one or two contestants.

Every now and then, the various colored lights that appear when the players collide with each other in these squares will light up and fill the entire square.

Looking down from above, the battleground below flickers, causing severe light pollution.

"May I ask who you are?" Trunks turned his head and asked White Night.

"I am Sun Wukong's friend."

Bai Ye picked up a kernel of popcorn and popped it into his mouth, saying casually, "You're Trunks from a parallel universe, aren't you?"

"You're Uncle Goku's friend." Trunks' eyes widened, wanting to ask more questions, but he was immediately interrupted by Byakuya.

"Don't disturb my viewing pleasure; the competition has reached a fever pitch."

As Bai Ye spoke, his right hand moved faster than Trunks' reaction, lightly tapping his forehead.

Without a word, countless memories and knowledge flooded into the other person's mind, answering on behalf of Bai Ye.

Trunks's brain paused for a moment as he processed the memories that surfaced in his mind.

"So that's how it is. You're from another universe... I never knew such a thing existed... These people below are from other universes..."

It didn't take Trunks long to digest the knowledge, but the sheer amount of information it contained still left him somewhat shocked.

This is the strongest martial arts tournament in the world, which has gathered the best teams from all twelve universes.

"Now you have two choices: go to the audience seats, or go to the ring," Bai Ye asked from the side.

"Anyway, with the potential of Sun Wukong and the others, you don't need to worry about the android crisis at all after the arena is over. You can just watch from the sidelines."

"No, Uncle Baiye, please let me fight myself," Trunks said earnestly. It wasn't in his nature to just watch from the sidelines.

"Uncle Bai Ye? You really know how to build connections." Bai Ye chuckled.

Looking at the fierce battle below, after some thought, Bai Ye stretched out his hands and clasped them together, and everything below came to a standstill.

As Bai Ye said, the battle below has now become intense. Even the contestant who has gone through the fewest rounds has already gone through seventeen rounds of the competition.

"But since they're calling me uncle, it's only reasonable for me to lend a hand, right?" Bai Ye thought, gently twisting his hands.

Time, in the palm of the white night, is like clay that can be changed at will, and it begins to rewind wildly.

Below, Vegeta, who had fought his way to the forty-fifth round, had now undergone six thousand eight hundred and forty-three years of arduous training.

His power had already surpassed his pre-competition self by billions of times, and he could obliterate the Great Dao with a wave of his hand.

But in Bai Ye's hands, everything began to reverse. Those who were eliminated appeared on the field without knowing anything, and their increased cultivation was drained away like flowing water.

"Go in." Rewinding time to about an hour earlier, when there were still about three thousand people before the first round of battle, Bai Ye waved his hand.

"Oh, oh." Trunks didn't understand why the aura below suddenly weakened as if it had collapsed, and he was immediately demoted by Bai Ye as he nodded.

With Trunks joining the fray, White Night accelerated time once more, speeding up everything around him and bringing the progress bar back into the normal flow of time.

This time, the addition of Trunks as a variable on the arena below created a butterfly effect that affected everyone.

Those who were originally eliminated during the time limit may be retained, while the winners may also be defeated.

As the organizer of this contest, his small act of willfulness directly affected countless lives.

But... what does this have to do with him?

The greater the ability, the more creative the games, and the more enjoyable the work!

As someone in a position of power, he can do whatever he wants!

He's determined to rape the whole world, and who can stop him!

(End of this chapter)