"That's true," the Great Goddess mused, her voice calm yet tinged with mystery. "Although we angels cannot interfere in mortal affairs, that doesn't mean others cannot intervene in this battle."
"My Lord Goddess, what do you mean?" a subordinate asked, their voice quivering with curiosity.
The Great Goddess simply smiled, offering no further explanation, leaving an air of intrigue.
In Universe 11, on the blue sea star, the Great Villain stood up with great difficulty. Pain radiated through his body, and his expression was a mix of anger and fear as he glared at the figure before him. Son Goten's presence loomed large, a stark reminder of the overwhelming power that had been displayed moments earlier.
Although Goten had shown mercy, pulling back the full force of his punch, the damage inflicted on the Great Villain's body was devastating. Breathing heavily, he clutched his chest, his mind racing with regret and frustration.
Suddenly, Jiren let out an anguished scream. His voice tore through the air as he clutched his head, writhing in visible pain.
"Ahhh!!"
The piercing scream reached its crescendo as a bright, pink figure was forcibly expelled from Jiren's body. The energy swirled in the air before coalescing into the form of Abura, who collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Goten!" Jiren called out as he regained his senses, his voice steady but filled with gratitude.
Goten nodded and swiftly moved to Jiren's side. From his pocket, he produced a small green bean. "This is a Senzu Bean," Goten explained, holding it out to Jiren. "It'll heal your injuries and restore your energy. Eat it."
Jiren studied the bean for a moment, then swallowed it without hesitation. Almost instantly, his wounds closed, and his strength returned to its peak. He clenched his fists, testing his restored power, and nodded in approval.
"Then, Jiren, I'll leave these two to you," Goten said, stepping back.
"Understood." Jiren's voice was firm, his resolve clear.
Abura, still reeling from being expelled, gritted his teeth in frustration. "Damn it!" he growled, his tone dripping with bitterness. "If it weren't for you, Goten, I would have claimed Jiren's body!"
But Jiren wasted no time. His right hand glowed with fiery red energy, the sheer intensity radiating across the battlefield. Without a word, he launched the energy blast directly at Abura.
Boom!
The explosion was immense, and when the dust settled, Abura was no more.
The Great Villain, watching the scene unfold, clenched his fists tightly. Regret consumed him. "If I had known it would end like this," he muttered bitterly, "I would never have cooperated with Amarula."
But regret came too late. Before he could act, Jiren appeared before him in a blur of speed.
"Jiren!" the Great Villain stammered, his voice trembling.
Jiren's gaze was cold, his expression unyielding. "The hatred between us ends today," he declared, his voice steady and resolute.
Jiren raised his hand once more, fiery red energy gathering in his palm. The Great Villain's eyes widened in horror as the energy surged toward him.
Bang!
A massive burst of flames erupted, engulfing the Great Villain entirely. His screams echoed briefly before his body disintegrated into ashes, leaving no trace behind.
Jiren stood silently for a moment, his clenched fists trembling. As the reality of his long-sought vengeance sank in, his hardened demeanor faltered. Tears welled in his eyes, and he let them flow freely.
"Jiren…" Goten's voice was soft, tinged with surprise. He had never seen the stoic warrior show such vulnerability.
Jiren wiped his face with a trembling hand, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you, Goten. I owe you a great debt."
Goten nodded solemnly. "Then, shall I take you back to Planet Taze?"
"Yes," Jiren replied, his tone steadier now.
In an instant, Goten teleported Jiren back to Taze. The Pride Troopers, who had been fighting fiercely against the remnants of the enemy forces, turned to see the two warriors appear.
"Jiren! Goten!" The Troopers' faces lit up with joy and relief.
Goten smiled faintly. "I'll leave the rest to you all. I need to return to Universe 7."
Jiren nodded. "Thank you, Goten. I won't forget this."
With a small wave, Goten vanished, leaving the Pride Troopers to handle the remaining battle.
"Jiren, what happened?" Toppo asked as he approached.
"I'll explain everything after we finish here," Jiren replied.
"Good." Toppo's face hardened with determination as he rallied the team. "Let's finish this!"
Meanwhile, in Universe 10, on the planet Grí, chaos reigned.
Xicor and Lila, leading the army of Universe 17, waged a merciless invasion. Warriors from Universe 10, including Murichim, Rylibeu, and Napapa—fighters who had once represented their universe in the Tournament of Power—stood in defiance, leading the planet's army in resistance.
However, their efforts were in vain. Xicor's overwhelming strength crushed them one by one, and the once-proud warriors fell before his might.
The Grí Planet, once a beacon of hope in Universe 10, fell to the army of Universe 17. Similar scenes played out across Universes 2 and 4, as planets succumbed to the forces of the Great Mother Goddess.
Time passed, and half a year slipped by in the blink of an eye.
The war between the universes intensified, with countless planets under Grand Zeno's jurisdiction falling to the invading forces. Yet, the cost of victory was high; the Great Mother Goddess's armies suffered heavy losses in the relentless conflict.
In Universe Zero, within the Palace of the Great Goddess, she studied her staff intently. The glowing orb at its tip displayed the fortune of the six universes under her control.
"Only a slight improvement," she muttered, her expression darkening.
She shifted her focus to the twelve universes under Zeno's rule. Though their luck had declined, they still burned brightly with strength.
"Is it because of him?" she murmured, her thoughts turning to a particular individual. Rising from her throne, she exited the palace.
The icy winds of North Star, a desolate planet in Universe Zero, howled through the air. Snow blanketed the barren landscape, an unyielding reminder of the planet's harsh conditions.
A lone figure stood amidst the storm, his towering frame draped in white animal furs. His face bore a striking resemblance to Broly, yet his presence felt even more formidable. This man was Yamoshi, the legendary ancestor of the Saiyans of Universe 7.
Long ago, in an era when mortals had just begun to populate Universe 7, Yamoshi had risen as the first King of the Saiyans. A prodigious warrior, his power grew naturally each year, even without training.
However, Yamoshi's immense strength came with a cost. His inability to control his emotions led to devastating outbursts, nearly wiping out the Saiyan race in one of his uncontrollable rampages.
Ostracized by his people, Yamoshi chose to live in isolation, dedicating himself to mastering his power. It was during this time that the Dragon God appeared, challenging Yamoshi to a battle that shook the very heavens.
Though the fight ended in a stalemate, the Dragon God was astounded. Never had he encountered a mortal capable of matching his divine power.
The Great Mother Goddess, intrigued by Yamoshi's strength, sought to bring him into her fold. When Yamoshi refused to obey her, she imprisoned him on North Star, exploiting the Saiyans' inability to survive in outer space as his ultimate weakness.