Two light-years away from the Yamanaka Chamber of Commerce, within a massive shadow, a fleet comprising numerous and disorderly ships was hidden.
The leader of this fleet was Lord Slug.
One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. As a fellow leader of evil forces, Lord Slug's existence was like a thorn in the side, always making Frieza and his cohorts uncomfortable.
Frieza's family of three possessed great numbers and power. Lord Slug was inferior in personal combat power, number of subordinates, and military strength—lagging behind by a large margin in every aspect. Left with no choice, he could only rely on his cunning mind to struggle for survival in the cracks.
If Frieza attacked him, he would run towards King Cold; if King Cold attacked, he would run towards Cooler.
During the time Frieza's family dominated the universe, old Slug could only wage guerrilla warfare every day, wasting decades of time in a situation that could be described as terrible to the extreme.
But now, things were good. Frieza and King Cold had passed away one after another, and Cooler had abandoned a large swath of territory to lead his subordinates to attack Earth. The space for activity within the universe suddenly became incomparably vast, and he immediately brought his subordinates out to stake his claim.
"A tiny chamber of commerce dares to provoke my pressure? What Yamanaka Chamber of Commerce? I've never even heard of it. Go, take some men and crush them to death. Bring me their leader's head."
Lord Slug sat high above, casually pointing to a subordinate, ordering him to wipe out this chamber of commerce that had popped out of some unknown nook or cranny.
What a joke. I can't beat Frieza, but can't I beat a small chamber of commerce of yours?
"Yes, Great King."
"Hehe, 'Great King'? What a bumpkin title."
The subordinate's voice and another voice rang out simultaneously.
Ino used the West Supreme Kai's ability to teleport over. Her feet did not touch the ground, and with her right hand behind her back, she looked extremely pretentious.
"Oh, a Namekian? But... you are really old. You're about to die, aren't you?"
The Namekian before her was so old his face was full of wrinkles, and he had lost two teeth. Looking at his cape, combat suit, and helmet, he seemed incredibly burly, sitting there like a small mountain. But if one looked closely, they would discover that this was all just bulk propped up by the gear; beneath his clothes, his body was practically skin and bones.
This wasn't a place where one's internal energy became more profound with age; here, the rule was that "the fist fears the young." Saiyans, ninjas, and many intelligent lifeforms in the universe all followed the same path, utilizing physical energy. Muscles, blood, bones, cells—these were the foundation of strength.
When Qi and blood declined to the extreme, no amount of combat experience would be of use.
Looking at it from any angle, it was truly an inconceivable thing that someone like Master Roshi could participate in the Tournament of Power.
"Who are you!" Lord Slug looked furious, but his wording was actually quite cautious. He had already sensed that this enemy was not to be trifled with.
That aura, that indifference revealed in her eyes—it all proved the enemy was strong. Very strong. Strong beyond imagination.
"Who am I? You wouldn't know even if I told you, so I just won't say."
Ino glanced at him twice, then took out her GodPad on her own accord. Swiping a few times, she found the information on the Seventh Universe.
The Grand Minister had blocked information regarding the Seventh and Ninth Universes, but that was directed at the child, Grand Zeno. Everyone else could see it.
If people checked on these two backward universes when they had nothing to do, they would discover: "Eh, look, there are universes in the multiverse even crappier than ours. We aren't the worst." It would give them motivation for spiritual civilization construction, right?
Lord Slug had been lying low for a long time, so Ino knew limited information about him, but there were records in the GodPad.
"Oh my, you guy are a bad egg. No wonder, no wonder..."
Seeing Lord Slug's life story, Ino suddenly realized the truth. She had been promoting Namekians as a model, but the increase in the Civilization Index had been negligible. She had been wondering why, but now she understood—there was a guy here dragging the Namekians down!
There were only about a hundred or so Namekians in total. Lord Slug did all sorts of evil deeds, and when averaged out—good grief—every Namekian had about three to five bad deeds on their head per capita. What kind of model could they be with that?
Because this person was still alive, the moral standards of the Namekians appeared to be very problematic.
It was useless for Ino to think they were good.
The GodPad belonged to the type of mechanism that said: "I don't want what you think; I want what I think."
If this thing's mechanism thought it was bad, then it was bad.
Ino quickly browsed through it. Lord Slug, like the Namekian who went to Earth, had been forced to leave his home planet due to a sudden environmental change.
The Namekian who went to Earth was an all-rounder with maxed-out stats in combat, superpowers, and wisdom, eventually splitting into King Piccolo and Kami.
Slug didn't have those special talents. He was a combat-type Namekian who was also born with an evil heart.
In Ino's view, this guy had forcibly dragged down the average civilization level of the Namekians, making her earlier work almost go to waste. He simply deserved to die!
"For the sake of your race, for the sake of the whole universe, can you... please die?"
99.99% of intelligent lifeforms would not agree to such a statement.
Before Ino's voice had even faded, Lord Slug roared and charged out, his palm held vertically, chopping diagonally towards her neck.
Ino remained motionless. Only when the opponent's fingers were right in front of her did she turn her body slightly, grabbing old Slug's wrist.
The opponent's muscles had no toughness whatsoever, and his bones were as brittle as radishes. She exerted force with her five fingers, and Slug's left hand was forcibly snapped just above the wrist.
"Argh!"
Viscous blood sprayed out. Old Slug clenched his teeth and executed a mid-level front kick aimed at her chest and abdomen. This move was fast and urgent, the angle exquisite. Ino hurriedly used repulsive force to push herself backward.
"That was close. You were just a little bit away from spraying blood all over me!"
She didn't use the Super Otsutsuki form, only accelerating in her base state. Her knees bent slightly, and her body shot out like a sharp arrow, driving an elbow into Slug's abdomen.
The immense force sent the evil Namekian flying like a cannonball. He smashed the chair behind him to pieces and penetrated two alloy blast doors in succession. A series of alarms rang out within the ship along his path.
Ino chased after him, seeing the old Namekian sitting amidst a pile of scrap metal, gnashing his teeth.
Ino spoke with complete indifference: "Namekians can regenerate severed limbs. I'll give you time to recover."
"Hmph, young person, you will regret this!"
Accompanied by a heart-rending roar, Slug's forehead became covered in sweat. Enduring the immense pain, he overdrew his already nearly dried-up life force. The muscles at the severed wrist wriggled, cells grew rapidly, and a brand-new palm covered in mucus grew back out from the broken arm.
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