American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Space, spaceship.

Bulma gently knocked on the door, a little embarrassed, and peeked inside, looking at Qishan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground like a stone sculpture, and said with a chuckle, "Um, Great Demon King, can I ask if you brought any food?"

Qishan opened his eyes and stared at her blankly.

Bulma was startled and quickly stood up straight, shaking her hands vigorously: "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand, I was just too rushed when I set off and didn't have time to bring enough food! And it's not my fault, if you hadn't urged me so urgently…"

Before she could finish speaking, Qishan flicked his finger and threw a space capsule over.

"Don't disturb my meditation! Get out!"

Bulma grabbed it and gave a grinning salute: "Yes, sir!"

Then she shrank her neck and disappeared.

Standing in front of the door, Bulma patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect the Piccolo Demon King to look so fierce, but he's actually very reliable at critical moments! He even knows to bring a portable refrigerator!"

As the young lady of the Space Capsule Corporation, Bulma knew the models of her company's space capsules like the back of her hand, and she knew what kind of product it was as soon as she held it.

She hurried back to her bedroom, impatiently opened the space capsule, and with a bang of smoke, a double-door refrigerator, taller than a person and wider than two people, appeared on the open space. Bulma cheered and rushed over, opening the refrigerator to see that it was full of various fast food dishes.

"Is this all there is? But it's okay, it's good enough to fill my stomach!"

Bulma muttered softly and rushed forward, grabbing a large amount of food and devouring it.

On the other side, Qishan watched the door being closed quickly and shook his head gently.

The genius girl is indeed worthy of her title. The speed of this spaceship is very fast, almost one generation higher than the Saiyan spaceship.

Flying in curved space, all the light sources and objects are stretched very long. The outside world is pitch black, and occasionally you can see some colorful lights. The surroundings are extremely quiet.

Twelve hours have passed since the departure. Qishan's superpower has been covering the entire spaceship at all times. If Bulma wants to do anything sneaky, he will find out immediately.

However, he didn't find any problems in this regard. Instead, he found that Bulma's room was full of messy space capsules, all of which were clothes, transportation, parts, warehouses, and other strange things. On the contrary, she didn't bring any of the most basic food and drinking water.

After discovering this, Qishan knew that Bulma would come to knock on his door sooner or later.

In at most two days, they will be able to reach Planet Namek. With Qishan's current identity and the absolute defense attribute that cannot be seen through by anyone, as long as he speaks nicely, getting the seven Dragon Balls should not be too big of a problem.

It's just that so far, Qishan hasn't thought about what wish he should use the Dragon to grant.

The Namekian Dragon is far less powerful than the Earth Dragon, which may be related to the wish power absorbed by the Dragon.

It is also possible that different directions were emphasized during manufacturing, but three wishes are better than one after all.

For Qishan, endless life and immortality are completely meaningless.

The ability to travel through worlds may not be something the Dragon can handle.

So for Qishan, it's really hard to choose.

What wish should he make to maximize his benefits?

Qishan fell into deep thought again.

The gate to Hell in the sky has been closed. Everything around has disappeared. Several layers of Kami's Lookout have been scraped off, revealing bare mud. The surrounding palaces are dilapidated and ugly. Perhaps the only thing that is intact is Mr. Popo.

Mr. Popo was like a doll, without any reaction to Kami being thrown into Hell, nor did he show any signs of attacking Garlic Jr. He always floated in the air, calmly looking at him.

"Hoo... I finally succeeded. I bet on the entire Demon Clan, and after three hundred years of planning, I finally succeeded!"

Garlic Jr., with rapid breathing, slowly straightened his back, looked up at the sky, and suddenly laughed wildly and arrogantly.

"But, it's a pity that I didn't kill Kami, which means that Piccolo is also not dead. This leaves a hidden danger for my future rule, but it doesn't matter. The Makyo Star is about to reach its highest position. At that time, my combat power will increase hundreds or thousands of times, and the opened Gate of Hell can change from one-way to two-way. As long as I introduce the endless monsters from the region into Earth,

Even Piccolo will never be my opponent, hahahahaha!"

The laughter echoed in the air. Garlic Jr. suddenly saw Mr. Popo and stopped immediately. Because his mouth was closed too quickly, the air in his stomach leaked out through his teeth, and saliva sprayed out a long way, making him look extremely embarrassed.

He wiped off the remaining saliva with his arm and said with a gloomy expression: "I almost forgot, there is still a trouble that has not been resolved, but it doesn't matter, I have been prepared for it!"

Garlic Jr. suddenly shouted loudly: "Mr. Popo, Kami has gone to Hell and can't come back! I am the substitute Kami. For the stability of Earth, I, Garlic Jr., can temporarily replace Kami's position and perform Kami's responsibilities."

As he spoke, Garlic Jr. suddenly took out a pink crystal from his belt, flicked his finger, and shot it into the sky.

Mr. Popo, who had been unresponsive, suddenly had pink eyes, as if his entire mind was attracted by the crystal, and he stared blankly at the pink crystal.

The crystal rotated in the air and suddenly exploded into fine crystal powder, covering the entire Kami's Lookout.

The powder absorbed a large amount of moisture in the air and actually grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye, connecting with each other, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a pink crystal shield, like a small glass bowl, covering the entire Kami's Lookout.

In this way, the semi-circular Kami's Lookout was directly turned into a beautiful glass ball.

The inside and outside were completely isolated!

Mr. Popo's body shook, and he fell from the sky for the first time, instantly falling into a coma.

Garlic Jr. stared nervously, waited for a long time, and then showed a hideous smile.

"I succeeded! I finally succeeded. From today onwards, Lord Garlic Jr. will become the new God on Earth! This planet will fall into my hands!"

The arrogant laughter echoed again.

On the Korin Tower below, Korin's gentle vertical pupils suddenly showed a bit of worry.

"The Demon Clan has jumped out again. It's really a troublesome time. The future is completely messed up!"