Dragon Ball: I Am Broly

A baby with the power to destroy the Earth from birth?

Vermouth lowered her gaze to the gun she carried on her waist.

For a moment, she caressed it with her hand…

And then, she simply mocked herself.

"Ha… what garbage."

The Strongest Man on Earth: "So, according to this calculation… Broly could have destroyed our entire hero association the moment he was born! This is insane!"

Bloody Habanera: "I think the same… Not even if all the ninjas in the world joined forces could they stop him."

I'm Not the School's Flower: "By the way, don't forget something important… those 10,000 power units were at birth. Now Broly probably has… I don't know, forty-something?"

A brief silence took over the group after this message.

The Strongest Man on Earth: "Wait, wait, wait. Forty-something?! Are you saying Broly is in his forties? Is he older than me? Then why does he look so… so…?"

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "Yeah, that's right. Is he forty? He doesn't look like someone that age at all..."

I'm Not the School's Flower: "Oh, please! Why would Broly care about something as trivial as age? Besides, don't you know? Saiyans' lifespan is much greater than humans'."

Bloody Habanera: "How much greater?"

I'm Not the School's Flower: "Before 80 years old, their race is basically in adolescence."

Bloody Habanera: "Adolescence?!"

Bloody Habanera: "So Broly, in his forties, is technically a teenager?"

I'm Not the School's Flower: "Well… yes, in terms of his race, that would be correct."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "I'm… I'm envious. Why can't I have an adolescence that long? It'd be great not to worry about aging for so long!"

The Strongest Man on Earth: "What… what the hell? Are you guys seriously paying attention to that? Shouldn't we be talking about how terrifying Broly is, not his age?"

I'm Not the School's Flower: "Ha, ha, ha… who knows. Wanna ask? Maybe Broly will explain."

The Strongest Man on Earth: "You! Always with your vague answers..."

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[Ding! The member "The Legendary Super Saiyan" has completed the mission.]

[Reward]: 49 points

[Bonus Reward]: 2000 points

[Note: The mission has been completed, and you can leave the member "Valkyrie's" world at any time within the next 24 hours. After that, departure will be mandatory.]

The mission had been completed long before Broly killed Thor. But, as always, Broly paid no attention.

Only now, after calming down, did he formally receive his reward.

In addition to the 49 points for successfully completing the mission, the chat group added 2,000 bonus points, as if emphasizing the magnitude of what he had achieved.

His stay in Brynhildr's universe had been short… but it couldn't be considered a loss. He had brought Ragnarok, and along with it, more than 2000 points.

He wiped the blood covering his muscles, leaving reddish streaks on his hands and torso.

Using his flight technique, he floated directly toward Brynhildr, who was surrounded by a crowd of humans, both emotional and terrified.

The humans instinctively made way, forming a corridor for him to advance.

Broly landed in front of Brynhildr and spoke in a completely calm tone, "Is there a bathroom around here?"

The smell of blood emanating from his body left Brynhildr momentarily stunned.

Göll, her younger sister, couldn't take her eyes off Broly. Her face was filled with admiration, and her large eyes sparkled as if they were full of stars.

"Onee-sama… Onee-sama… Broly is here!" she squealed excitedly, tugging on Brynhildr's skirt.

Brynhildr quickly snapped out of it, regaining her composure.

"Yes, I'll take you to the bathroom," she said in a neutral tone, though her eyes couldn't hide the respect and fear she felt toward Broly.

She looked at the humans surrounding her and spoke, "Leave. Abandon Valhalla."

Humanity had been saved.

The gods were almost completely exterminated, and with them, the very concept of divine encounters had disappeared.

Humanity was no longer under their yoke.

"HERO!"

"HERO BROLY!"

The humans' cheers began to fill the place. One by one, men and women burst into tears, cheering Broly as their savior.

However, not everyone shared the same sentiment.

Suddenly, a man emerged from the crowd. He was bald, with a prominent belly, and his face reflected uncontrollable rage.

"You!" he pointed a trembling hand at Broly. "Why did you kill all the gods? You only needed to kill the 12 chosen ones! The others were innocent!"

Broly slowly turned his head toward the man, showing no expression.

"You're not a hero! YOU'RE A MURDERER!"

The man's voice broke at the end, but he mustered enough courage to shout one last thing.

"Aphrodite… my goddess! She didn't deserve that fate!"

For a moment, Broly observed him in silence, as if trying to process what he had been told. Then, a cold smile appeared on his face.

I see…

An old pervert.

Without warning, he raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at the man.

A highly condensed green Ki beam pierced directly through the man's chest, destroying his heart and continuing to shatter one of the barriers in Valhalla Arena behind him.

The man let out a choking gasp, clutching his chest as his body began to stagger.

"Why…?" he murmured in disbelief, looking at Broly as if he couldn't understand why he, a human, had been killed.

His body collapsed to the ground, and after a few spasms, he lay motionless.

The humans present fell silent, completely bewildered. Slowly, they backed away from the corpse, avoiding even looking at it.

"I never said I wanted to be a hero."

Then, Broly turned his gaze to Brynhildr.

"Where's the bathroom? I need to clean up."

Brynhildr, with the same calm, nodded.

"Follow me."

She showed not a hint of emotion. She knew that confronting a man like Broly was absurd, and the best course was to keep him satisfied.

As they walked away, Göll kept gazing at Broly with fascination, completely ignoring the tension in the air.

The humans, after a brief moment of doubt, began cheering again.

The Strongest Man on Earth: "What kind of idiot suddenly shows up just to scold Broly? Seriously, that guy was asking for death!"

Bloody Habanera: "Exactly! What kind of lunatic yells at Boss Broly after he saved us? There's no better way to die with style than that."

The Witch of a Thousand Faces: "When I heard him mention the Goddess of Beauty, I understood everything. Beauty always ends up hurting people, even idiots…~"

I'm Not the School's Flower: "He deserved it!"

Meanwhile, Broly followed Brynhildr through Valhalla's halls until they reached her personal chamber.

Upon arrival, Brynhildr opened the door and, with an elegant gesture, pointed inside.

"Use my bathroom. It's the closest and well-equipped."

There was no hesitation in her tone or expression. She was direct, as if lending her personal space was of no consequence.

Broly nodded with a slight grunt of approval, saying nothing unnecessary.

"Thank you."

He entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

He wasted no time. He removed his bloodstained furs and pants and began washing them.

Even the furs and pants were washed carefully. Once finished, he used his Ki to vaporize the water from his body and clothes, leaving everything completely dry.

The smell of blood was gone, and his garments looked new.

When he exited the bathroom, his muscular body glistened slightly under the room's light, his presence as imposing as ever, but now refreshed.

Brynhildr was seated in a chair near the window, gazing outside in a relaxed posture, though her eyes betrayed a busy mind.

Sensing Broly's presence, she slowly turned toward him.

"Finished?"