In Dragon Ball: A brutal beating of Frieza at the start

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"Super Saiyan Blue power? Is that all? You've really disappointed me!" Cell's voice was like sharp metallic scraping, full of disdain and mockery. "So-called strongmen of Universe 7 are nothing special!" With a casual wave of his hand, Vegeta's full-force energy wave evaporated in mid-air like a bubble, and the powerful shockwave forced Vegeta to retreat repeatedly.

Vegeta's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth, shouting, "Damn it! How can this guy be so strong! I don't believe I can't beat him!" Goku, standing beside him, clenched his fists, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and said in a low voice, "This can't go on. We have to think of a way, or we'll all die here!"

Large beads of sweat rolled down Chen Yang's forehead. His tactical goggles were flashing red warning lights, stinging his eyes. The system notification blared: [Enemy strength detected: **, immediate retreat recommended!] But when he saw Dende trembling at Cell's feet, Chen Yang's eyes hardened instantly. He ripped open his collar, veins bulging on his neck, and roared, "System, activate the Ancient Saiyan genes! I can't watch Dende die here! I have to protect everyone!"

The golden aura instantly turned dark red, Chen Yang's pupils became vertical, his fingernails transformed into sharp claws, and his clothes were torn to shreds by the powerful force. Seeing this, Cell let out a wild, almost manic laugh: "Oh? You want to resist? How presumptuous! You think you can defeat me? A pipe dream!" With that, Cell's tail spike shot towards Chen Yang like lightning, so fast it left only a blur, piercing his left shoulder.

"Ah!" Chen Yang screamed in agony, his voice echoing across Namek. Shockingly, Cell's tail spikes began to sizzle and emit puffs of white smoke the moment they touched the dark red blood, gradually being corroded. Taking advantage of the moment, Chen Yang grabbed Cell's arm and bit down hard. The instant his fangs pierced the scales, a powerful surge of energy flowed into Chen Yang's body, an energy that was scorching and violent, threatening to burst his body apart.

Sharu winced in pain, his face contorted in agony. He abruptly shoved Chen Yang away, roaring, "Damn bug! How dare you bite me! I'll tear you to shreds!" Chen Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Though his face was as pale as paper, his eyes gleamed with a fearless ruthlessness. He sneered, "Is that all you've got? Come on! Show me what you've got!"

The battle between the two intensified. Chen Yang threw a punch, and the air around him crackled with a deafening roar. Cell, meanwhile, constantly shifted his form, launching attacks with his claws and tail spikes. Powerful shockwaves tore cracks through Namek, the earth began to shake violently, and distant mountains collapsed one after another, billowing dust and smoke.

"If this keeps up, the planet will really explode!" Bulma, pale as a sheet, screamed in the distance, her voice filled with fear and anxiety. "Goku, Vegeta, think of something! We can't die here!" Trunks gripped his sword tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and said anxiously, "Father, we have to stop them! If this continues, everything will be over!" Vegeta gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment: "I know without you telling me! But this guy is too strong, we can't find a chance to fight!"

A murderous glint flashed in Cell's eyes as he conjured a massive energy blast. The blast emitted a ghostly purple light, resembling a miniature black hole that relentlessly devoured the surrounding air. He grinned maliciously and fired the blast at Android 18: "Next, you! Disappear!" Android 18's expression changed drastically; she tried to dodge, but it was too late, her eyes filled with despair.

In the nick of time, Chen Yang shouted, "Number 18, watch out!" Without hesitation, he rushed forward and shielded the planet from the fatal blow with his body. The instant the energy blast exploded, a blinding light illuminated the entire planet, and the immense impact sent Chen Yang flying, crashing heavily into a mountain peak.

The intense pain caused Chen Yang's vision to go black. Just then, the system notification sounded again: [Ancient Gene Backlash, Remaining Time Limit: 3 minutes]! Chen Yang struggled to his feet, his hair began to fall out, and cracks appeared on his skin, with blood gushing out from the cracks, but his eyes remained firm.

"I won't lose... I absolutely won't..." Chen Yang's voice was weak but firm. He raised his hand unsteadily, used all his strength to concentrate his energy at his fingertips, and shouted loudly: "Kamehameha!" With his shout, a dazzling light shot into the sky, distorting the surrounding air.

The golden Cell's figure gradually dissipated in the light. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief: "Impossible... How could I..." Before he could finish speaking, he completely disappeared into the light.

As Cell disappeared, Chen Yang could no longer hold on and crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his seven orifices. Sun Wukong and the others rushed forward. Sun Wukong picked up Chen Yang, his voice trembling, "Chen Yang! Wake up! Don't scare me!" Chen Yang struggled to open his eyes, forcing a smile, "It's okay... I won't die... Promise me... protect everyone..." But before he could finish speaking, he fainted.

Vegeta frowned, looking at Chen Yang's numerous wounds. Although his expression remained arrogant, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "This guy really has some skills... much stronger than I imagined." Bulma wiped the sweat from her brow, saying with lingering fear, "This was really dangerous. If Chen Yang had been even a step later, Number 18 would have..."

Namek was now riddled with holes, its surface riddled with massive cracks, lava constantly gushing from the earth, and the clouds in the sky growing ever more crimson. The entire planet seemed poised to explode at any moment. Goku took a deep breath and said, "Never mind that now, we have to get out of here! Chen Yang's injuries can't be delayed any longer!" The others nodded, and carrying Chen Yang, they hurriedly left this planet filled with smoke and blood. Unbeknownst to them, the disappearance of Golden Cell seemed to be only the beginning; a greater crisis was quietly brewing in the darkness, and a mysterious and powerful aura was stirring in some corner of the universe…

Chapter 15: The Heartbeat of Number 18

The mechanical exoskeleton came to an abrupt halt with a sound that tore through the ionosphere at 30,000 feet. The silver No. 18 combat boots precisely ground through the scorched earth swept by Cell's tail spikes, the shockwave melting the surface into glassy crystals. As she wrapped her arms around the falling Chen Yang, a sensor on her fingertip suddenly emitted a blinding red light—the temperature of the human chest cavity was transmitted through the tattered combat suit; thermal imaging showed that the corrosive fluid in the abdominal cavity had eroded the spleen, and a body temperature of 38.7°C flickered with a warning red border on the retinal projection.

“Idiot!” A cold, harsh tremor, characteristic of mechanical voice, burst from her throat, but unusually, a 0.3-second electrical noise was mixed in with the vocal cord module. As the blood and froth coughed up by the boy seeped into the gaps in his suit, her mechanical elbow subconsciously adjusted its angle, bringing his head closer to the indentation of the bionic skin on her shoulder and neck—where the fragments of the emotion chip that Dr. Gro had deleted at the factory were hidden. Cell's cellular corrosive fluid hissed like a viper spitting its tongue inside Chen Yang's body; she could hear the crisp sound of ribs being gnawed, just like the sound of the sausage casing bursting when he bit into it at the Xidu Night Market three months ago.

“Why…” Chen Yang’s left eye was swollen shut, barely a bloody slit, yet he still reached for her cheek with his bloodied index finger. The boy’s fingertip traced the mechanical seam on his number 18 cheekbone, where the bionic skin shimmered with a faint blue light due to his emotional fluctuations, like the fragments of the Milky Way reflected in her pupils when she first saw a shooting star. “You owe me… two skewers of chili sausages… with insanely spicy sauce…” His tongue was numb from the taste of blood, yet he still remembered the “click” sound of his mechanical jaw chewing sausages when she rescued him from Frieza’s remnants last winter night.

System notification: Number 18's favorability has exceeded 50%, unlocking the hidden storyline [The Secret of the Androids]

The blood-red pop-up on his retina stung Chen Yang's eyes. He suddenly remembered the sound of torrential rain pounding against the glass of a convenience store when he was twelve. It was then that the mechanical voice calling itself "the system" entered his mind, and simultaneously, scalding liquid flowed down his neck and into his spinal cord, like magma exploding in his blood vessels. Before his consciousness plunged into darkness, the last thing he saw was the contracting pupils beneath Mask 18—those eyes, once as inorganic as liquid mercury, were reflecting his own increasingly bloodless face, the edges of the irises rippling with a human-like light.

"Tsk, annoying trash." Vegeta's battle suit fluttered behind him, but the Ki blast from the prince's fingertips was deflected by Piccolo's magical light when it touched Chen Yang's clothes. The green figure knelt on one knee, his Special Beam Cannon forming a dark blue sphere in his palm: "His cells are undergoing reverse division... Look here." Piccolo's fingertip touched Chen Yang's chest, and spiderweb-like dark red lines were climbing up his ribs. Wherever they passed, the corroded muscles regenerated at a visible speed, and the sound of new tissue tearing through the scars was like silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.

"Bulma, analysis results." When Number 18 connected the communication, the metal arm supporting Chen Yang's neck was as light as if it were holding a fragile glass vessel. When the pale blue regeneration fluid in the medical pod reached the boy's collarbone, the monitoring screen suddenly burst into a piercing alarm—in Chen Yang's mitochondria, the golden coding sequence was being recombined in binary form, and those flowing patterns were actually forming ancient Namekian script: Awakened One, will tear through the darkness with wings of light.

“This is impossible…” Bulma exclaimed, accompanied by the white mist from the liquid nitrogen tanks in the lab. “His telomeres are growing in reverse! It’s like he was directly touched by the scepter of the Dragon God Salama… Wait, those golden patterns are forming a star map!” Number 18’s mechanical fingers gripped the edge of the medical pod, the bionic skin on her fingertips revealing the alloy skeleton beneath due to excessive force. She saw Chen Yang’s eyelashes trembling in the regeneration fluid, remembering how he always said he “smiled like a block of ice,” yet one day when he gave her a sausage, he drew a crooked smiley face on a napkin with ketchup.

“Cell.” She murmured the name, the voice module emitting blue smoke from overclocking. From the charred cracks in the sky, the purplish-green monster descended, stepping on the shattered satellite debris, its tentacles dripping Southern Island blood, corroding smoking craters in the ground. Cell’s six compound eyes simultaneously focused on Chen Yang in Android 18’s arms, its voice like the turning of rusty gears: “So, a little pet’s heart really does beat… That boy’s energy is sweeter than a Super Saiyan’s cells.”

Vegeta suddenly leaped in front of the two, his blond hair standing on end like a burning flame: "Get out of the way, woman! Cleaning up trash is the Saiyan prince's job..." "Vegeta, step back." Android 18's voice was terrifyingly calm. As she pushed Vegeta away, the shoulder armor of her battle suit grazed the energy valve of his battle suit, sparking blue flames. "This time, I will tear my prey apart with my own hands."

Chen Yang drifted in the depths of his consciousness. He heard the system alarms mixed with the battle cries of Number 18, and the sound of data surging through his veins gradually transformed into his mother's lullaby before her death. The stormy night when he was twelve years old resurfaced: under the warm yellow light of the convenience store, a man in a white coat plunged a syringe into the back of his neck, the liquid in the syringe being liquid starlight, "This is the gene left behind by the Dragon God, child...you will become the key to the new world."

"Warning! Host's vital signs have fallen below critical levels!" The system's red light scratched a crack on his retina. "Activate the [Saiyan Gene Fusion] program? After fusion, you will permanently lose your human form..." Chen Yang's consciousness laughed in the darkness. He remembered how, after each fight, Android 18 would hide on the deck of the capsule spaceship, wiping her silver hair. Moonlight fell into the gaps of her mechanical joints, like scattered diamonds. If this body could become her shield, then even if she became a monster—

"start up..."

The medical pod instantly exploded into a golden cocoon. As Number 18 turned around, he saw Chen Yang's body suspended in the energy field, the regeneration fluid evaporated into rainbow-colored mist by the high temperature, and six wings of light unfurled behind the boy, each feather flowing with the runes of an ancient dragon. Cell's energy cannon froze three inches from his chest, the purplish-black destructive power emitting a mournful cry like a collapsing star as it was devoured by the golden patterns.

"What the hell is this?!" Cracks appeared on Cell's tail spikes for the first time. "He's clearly just a human who can't even sense ki!" "He's an Earthling." Android 18's mechanical feet shattered the ground, and a sonic cannon condensed into a silver-blue sphere in her palm. "And—" Her voice suddenly softened, like a human girl making a vow, "He's my Earthling."

The moment the energy cannon pierced Cell's abdomen, Chen Yang opened his eyes in the abyss of consciousness. He saw Android 18's battle suit torn open by the shockwave, revealing a shimmering mechanical skeleton beneath. But as she turned to look at him, he saw a beating, blue-glowing "heart" between those intricate gears. Bulma's scream pierced the communicator: "Power level surpasses 200000! Exceeding the peak of Super Saiyan 3!" Vegeta's voice, filled with resentment, was filled with gritted teeth, while Piccolo stared intently at the Dragon God mark between Chen Yang's brows—the legendary contract left by the god who created the Dragon Balls.

The instant Cell turned to dust, Android 18 knelt on one knee, her mechanical arm braced against the lava-like ground. Chen Yang's body slowly descended, the golden patterns receding into his skin like a receding tide. When he opened his eyes, droplets of regeneration fluid still clung to his eyelashes: "Sausage...double the chili, and..." "Idiot." Android 18 turned her face away, but as he reached out to touch her cheek, she proactively adjusted the sensitivity of her bionic skin's sensors to the highest level. The rising sun in the distance leaped above the horizon, casting long shadows of the two. Vegeta, with his back to them, curled the corners of his mouth—the prince's fighting spirit was boiling over for this new game.

Meanwhile, at the edge of a black hole deep in space, the Cell cells that had been devoured suddenly glowed golden. The tissues stained with Chen Yang's blood were reorganizing, Earth's coordinates reflected in their compound eyes, and a low laugh mingled with the Dragon God's whisper: "The game has only just begun..."

Chapter 16: The Battle for the Super Dragon Balls

"The last Super Dragon Ball is mine!" Frost's mechanical tail hook precisely entangled the purple-gold sphere in the desert. Laughter from behind his gas mask mingled with the hiss of his respirator, echoing across the desolate Gobi Desert. Chen Yang was about to lift his foot when Android 18 grabbed his wrist. The cold metallic touch carried a slight electric shock—her bionic skin was glowing with a fine blue light in alertness: "Something's wrong. He predicted our route all along."

Before he finished speaking, the entire desert suddenly trembled, and a dark purple energy barrier rose like a giant curtain, enveloping an area of ​​ten miles in radius. The sand dune behind Frost exploded with a deafening roar, and twenty mass-produced combat robots burst from the ground. The red light from their laser cannons formed a blood-red dome, making Chen Yang's pupils tremble. The insignia on the robots' chests were clearly the symbol of the Red Ribbon Legion, identical to the one used to attack Trap 18 three months ago.

“You little bastards, do you really think you can collect all seven to make a wish?” Frost pulled off his mask, revealing half of his mechanical face covered in wires, his metal fangs gleaming coldly. “The Super Dragon Balls can grant wishes that are ‘beyond the gods.’ How can such power fall into the hands of inferior beings?” He pressed the remote control at his waist, and the robot array instantly deployed its cannons, the laser beams blasting a crater the size of a bowl at Chen Yang’s feet.

Vegeta suddenly swooped down from the clouds, his golden hair standing on end like burning flames, the shockwave overturning three robots: "You fussy minions! Get past this prince first!" The prince's battle suit fluttered in the shockwave, but Chen Yang's attention was drawn to Frost's subtle movements—the guy was tapping the combination lock on the hidden compartment at his waist with his mechanical fingers, and a system notification exploded in his mind: Spacetime fluctuation detected, target is about to activate Frieza's Legion's special teleportation device!

"Number 18, three kilometers to the left front!" Chen Yang swung the gravity chain violently, the metal whip tip slicing through the air with a sharp crack, grazing Frost's ear and leaving a bloody gash on his cheek. The cyborg grinned maliciously, the teleportation device flashing blue light, but was cracked the instant it activated by Number 18's sonic cannon. Her silver figure closed in like a ghost, her mechanical fist grazing Chen Yang's hair, the force of her punch sending sparks flying from Frost's mechanical arm: "Trying to run? Did you ask my fist first?"

"Don't waste your energy!" Frost's mechanical arm unfolded into a Gatling gun, unleashing a torrent of bullets that carved dozens of scorched furrows into the ground. "You think you can win by destroying the teleportation device? The Red Ribbon Army cracked the Super Dragon Balls fifty years ago—" Before he could finish, Chen Yang suddenly appeared behind him, the golden patterns on his palm transforming into chains that wrapped around Frost's neck. Those patterns were identical to the power he awakened during the Cell battle, burning Frost until he let out an electronic scream.

"The key is how to use the Dragon Balls to revive the Androids, right?" Chen Yang tossed out a miniature camera, showing Frost high-fiving Dr. Gero's clone, with Android 18's battle data prominently displayed on the background wall. "Three months ago, you deliberately leaked Android 18's coordinates to Cell in order to use the monster to steal the core data inside her!"

Memories flooded back. That stormy night, Chen Yang first saw Android 18 covered in blood at a barbecue stand. Her mechanical joints were seeping with machine oil, yet she stubbornly held a sausage in her blood-stained fingers: "A bunch of bastards... said I was the key to the 'Perfect Weapon'." Now, seeing Frost's pupils shrink in shock, he finally understood why Cell had precisely positioned himself on Android 18's inevitable route.

Frost's mechanical tail hook pierced Chen Yang's throat with lightning speed, but was deflected by a golden light shield half an inch from his skin. Chen Yang could hear the system's countdown: 1 minute and 37 seconds remaining on the Ultimate Freedom Experience Card. He took a deep breath, feeling the golden patterns deep within his cells surging—the power resonating with the mark of the Dragon God Salama.

"System, activate the 'Ultimate Freedom' beginner trial card!" Chen Yang's voice trembled uncontrollably. The next second, the whole world seemed to slow down, and Frost's attack trajectory was clearly visible in his eyes: the joint gaps of the mechanical tail hook, the thermal reaction of the Gatling gun barrel, and the residual energy fluctuations of the teleportation device. Golden energy condensed into a light blade at his fingertips, precisely slicing through the joints of the opponent's mechanical arm. Amidst the flying metal fragments, Chen Yang smelled the familiar scent of blood—exactly the same as when Cell corroded his internal organs, but with an added touch of the burning heat of victory.

"Impossible! How could you possess the ultimate technique of a God of Destruction!" Frost staggered backward, the blue light of the teleportation device completely extinguished. Chen Yang's chains bound the Super Dragon Ball, simultaneously synchronizing the camera footage to a live broadcast channel across the entire universe. The camera panned across Frost's distorted face, across Vegeta's clenched and unclenched fist in the distance, finally settling on Android 18's slightly open mechanical jaw—the first time she had shown a human-like expression of shock since being created.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at the true face of this 'cosmic philanthropist'—" Chen Yang's words were drowned out by the explosion. Frost detonated all the combat robots, the violent explosion sending up a sand pillar hundreds of meters high, the blast wave sending Chen Yang flying dozens of meters. In mid-air, he saw Number 18's silver figure burst through the flames, her mechanical arm catching him steadily. The cool touch on his back mingled with the heat of the scorch marks on her suit: "Idiot! Next time you dare to try and withstand a self-destruction..."

“I know, I know,” Chen Yang coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, but froze when he saw the surging data stream beneath the No. 18 mask—a sign of the overloaded bionic emotion module. In the distance, Vegeta spat out a mouthful of sand: “Tch, just good luck.” But the prince’s eyes were fixed on the faint golden pattern between Chen Yang’s brows, a pattern that was exactly the same as the contract mark of the legendary Dragon God Zalama.

Bulma's voice came through the communicator, filled with barely suppressed excitement: "The live stream viewership has surpassed 100 million! Frost's pirate crew's stock has plummeted by 99%! Even the Galactic Patrol has intervened in the investigation!" A system notification popped up on Chen Yang's retina, but he paused when he touched the Super Dragon Ball in his arms—ancient characters on the purple-gold shell were flowing, forming a warning that only he could see: When the seventh Dragon Ball resonates, the Dragon God's prison will be opened.

"What are you looking at?" Android 18 leaned closer, her mechanical fingers unconsciously brushing against the back of his hand. Chen Yang hurriedly took a half step back, his heart pounding in his chest—not from the lingering fear of the battle, but from the rare concern in her eyes. Just then, a familiar purplish-green figure flashed behind the distant sand dunes. The remnants of Cell were writhing in the energy fluctuations of the Super Dragon Balls, their compound eyes reflecting the golden pattern between Chen Yang's eyebrows.

"It's nothing." Chen Yang closed the system panel, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "But I have a feeling that this game has only just begun." He gripped the Dragon Ball tightly, feeling the power surging within him, but he didn't notice Android 18 quietly placing his hand on his waist—where the chip that had fallen out of Frost's secret compartment was hidden, with the words "Project: Perfect Warrior" clearly printed on it.

Meanwhile, in an observatory deep in space, a pair of crimson eyes were fixed on the live broadcast. On the screen, the golden patterns within Chen Yang's body were magnified into a complex star map, with a line of small print beside it: Survivor of the Third Test Zone, No. 07, Activated Dragon God Gene Chain. The observer licked his lips and typed a command on the keyboard: "Notify Lord Frieza that we have found the perfect vessel for 'that plan'."

Chapter 17: Beerus's Trial

Above Capsule Corporation's training grounds, the air distorted into a viscous purple vortex, as if the very fabric of the universe had been ripped open. The instant Chen Yang locked the Super Dragon Balls into the lead safe, the genetic chain at the back of his neck suddenly ignited—it was the system-implanted danger warning module, ten times more intense than the alarm during Cell's self-destruction three months prior. Vegeta's battle suit erupted with blinding golden light, his tail straightened like a steel whip, and a hoarse growl escaped his teeth: "God of Destruction... Beerus!"

Space shattered like a mirror, and Beerus walked through the broken dimensions, half a mango pudding in his left paw and a purple energy ball casually tossed by his right. He glanced at the heaving fabric of Chen Yang's clothes and a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "Little guy, the whole universe is talking about the golden markings on your chest—it's said to be exactly the same as the contract mark of the Dragon God Salama?"

Chen Yang's throat tightened, and his retina was filled with system pop-ups: God-level energy fluctuations detected! Quantum invisibility recommended to be activated immediately! Current bone density tolerance has reached the critical point! But he forced himself to smile, his fingertips tracing the scorch marks on the No. 18 mechanical arm: "If Lord Destroyer wants to talk about genetics, why not try Bulma's new invention first? The recipe for this spicy ice cream is so spicy that even Frieza's tongue can be burned through."

"Pfft—" An electrical crackling sound emanated from Android 18's mechanical jaw, and a rare pink data stream spilled from the emotion module beneath the mask. Beerus suddenly stopped smiling, and with a flick of his claws, Korin Tower, a hundred kilometers away, along with the entire Red Line, turned to dust: "Take three of my attacks, and if you survive, I'll give you the qualification of a God of Destruction candidate. If you die..." He licked the pudding on his claws, "...your genetic sample will become my new collection."

Vegeta roared, standing in front of Chen Yang, his golden hair standing on end like a burning sun: "You're bullying the weak! Come at me if you dare!" Bulma's scream pierced the communicator, and in the background, experimental equipment exploded one after another: "Lord Beerus! His cell regeneration ability is still unstable! We beg you—"

“Enough.” Chen Yang pressed down on Vegeta’s shoulder, the golden patterns on his palm resonating with the energy of the God of Destruction. He lowered his voice, so only the Saiyans could hear, “Is the live broadcast equipment ready? I want the whole universe to see how Earthlings withstand a god’s attack.” Then he ripped open his collar, revealing Cell’s corroded scars, the golden patterns beneath writhing like living things: “Let’s begin, God of Destruction. I bet you won’t dare kill me.”

"Oh?" Beerus raised an eyebrow, the energy sphere at his fingertip suddenly compressing into a black hole. "First move, [Divine Repulsion]—Feel the rejection of the gods." The purple sphere tore through the air and slammed into Chen Yang, the space collapsing like a spiderweb in its wake. Chen Yang teleported 0.01 seconds before the explosion, but crashed into an energy cage woven by Beerus's tail, a crushing pain shooting through his spine.

"Clever tricks." Beerus's tail swept across, and Chen Yang barely managed to activate his energy shield, only to hear his ribs shatter into dust in the shockwave. The golden patterns frantically devoured the destructive energy, transforming the purple shockwave into flowing flames on his body, which then condensed into ice crystals in the blood he coughed up—a sign of his cells overworking.

"Second move: [Divine Might]." Beerus clasped his hands together, and the entire sky collapsed into liquid amethyst, the gravity on the training ground suddenly increasing a thousandfold. Chen Yang felt his internal organs being crushed into mush, and the system notification on his retina flashed wildly: Supernormal gravity detected! It is recommended to immediately activate Saiyan gene berserk mode! But then he saw Android 18 break free from Vegeta's obstruction, the energy core on her mechanical arm shining like the sun, suddenly grinning, blood dripping from her teeth onto Android 18's palm: "Hold on tight!"

Golden chains wrapped around their waists, and Chen Yang teleported above Beerus's head in the instant of the energy crushing. The God of Destruction's fist grazed their ankles, the ground cracked open to the abyss leading to the Earth's core, and the light of the gushing magma reflected the astonishment beneath Android 18's mask—for the first time, she saw the golden flames burning in Chen Yang's pupils, like the reflection of an ancient dragon god.

"The final move..." Beerus's voice was filled with rage, his fist gathering energy powerful enough to destroy a planet, "Turn into cosmic dust!" Chen Yang's protective shield shattered completely upon contact. In the nick of time, he grabbed Whis's cloak for leverage, and as the angel dodged to the side, he flung Android 18 out of the attack range. He himself was thrown a thousand meters by the aftershock, his back carving a deep trench into the ground, golden fragments of his genes floating in his blood.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Chen Yang knelt on one knee, blood streaming from his seven orifices, yet he laughed maniacally: "Three moves... I caught them." Beerus stared at the God of Destruction emblem slowly appearing between his brows, then suddenly erupted in deafening laughter, his hand crushing the pudding into a pulp: "Interesting! So interesting! The last thing that made me this happy was Bulma's chocolate cake!"

Vegeta turned around, his face ashen: "This cheat-like ability..." "Shut up." Beerus swung his tail to interrupt the prince, his claws lifting Chen Yang's chin, his nose almost touching his: "Being able to use your intelligence against my attacks, that's the quality a God of Destruction should have. However—" He pointed his fingertip at the golden markings on Chen Yang's chest, "You'd better not use your contract with the Dragon God against me."

A system notification sounded at the opportune moment: Hidden quest [God's Chessboard] triggered, reward: Destroyer's communication privileges. Unit 18 silently injected repair fluid into Chen Yang, its mechanical fingertip lingering for a moment on the back of his neck—beneath the skin there, a microchip was recording Beerus's energy fluctuations. Deep in the distant universe, the Frost remnant's mastermind overlaid Chen Yang's genetic map with ancient documents, and a red alert blared throughout the mothership: "Dragon God carrier detected! Activate 'Godslayer Armor' project!"

Beerus snapped his fingers, and the cracks in the sky began to heal. Before leaving, he tossed Chen Yang a pudding voucher: "Remember, candidate God of Destruction—" a whisper came from the purple vortex, "Cell's cells are absorbing your energy. Next time we meet, I want to see you resolve this threat yourself... or, be resolved by him."

Chen Yang felt a chill run through him and instinctively pressed his hand to his chest. Suddenly, the robotic arm of Number 18 wrapped around his waist, and a warm current, unlike anything he had ever felt before, emanated from beneath the mask: "Go back to Capsule Company for a full-body checkup." She paused, then added, "Bulma just grilled some new steaks, with double the chili."

The setting sun painted the ruins of the training grounds crimson. Chen Yang gazed in the direction Beerus had vanished, the golden lines on his palm resonating with the emblem, revealing an ancient inscription: "When the pieces of the God of Destruction and the Dragon God meet, the balance of the universe will be rewritten." Deep underground, Cell's remnants licked Chen Yang's blood, their compound eyes reflecting star-like genetic chains, hissing with laughter: "Finally... the perfect vessel has been found..."

Chapter 18: The Dark Realm's Intervention

In the dead of night, Saidu was struck by purple lightning, turning the night into day. Chen Yang was analyzing the Super Dragon Balls in the Capsule Corporation's laboratory when he suddenly felt the Dragon God markings on the back of his neck burning. Android 18's mechanical arm, gripping a wrench, suddenly tensed: "Something has broken through the Supreme Kai's sealing barrier." Before the words were finished, the entire floor-to-ceiling window shattered, and thick, asphalt-like black mist poured in, condensing on the ground into a distorted human face.

“Cell has finally evolved.” Vegeta’s voice came through the communicator, tinged with suppressed vigilance. Chen Yang’s pupils contracted sharply—in the laboratory’s surveillance footage, Cell’s remnants deep in the desert were in turmoil, their purplish-green cells enveloped in dark demonic energy, their original rhomboid patterns transforming into eerie six-pointed stars.

System alerts flashed frantically on his retina: Demonic energy detected! Main plot deviation rate 30%! Immediate contact with the Supreme Kai recommended. Before Chen Yang could respond, the experimental table suddenly shook violently, and a Super Dragon Ball floated up, its ancient inscriptions oozing black liquid.

"Humans, do you feel despair?" A hoarse voice echoed through the space, and black mist condensed into a crowned phantom of a demon god. He extended a finger covered in spikes and touched Cell's core. "I am Demigra, King of the Dark Realm, bestowing new power upon these cells—"

Cell's body began to swell, its purplish-green shell corroded by demonic energy into a dark gold, and as its wings unfurled, the air crackled like shattered glass. It licked its forked tongue, its voice carrying an otherworldly accent: "Chen Yang, it's time to settle the score for what you did last time."

"With your current appearance?" Chen Yang ripped open his collar, revealing the golden patterns that resonated with the emblem of the God of Destruction. "Let's ask this first!" Although his words were tough, he frantically searched for countermeasures in the system store, his tactical vest soaked with cold sweat—Demigra's energy fluctuations were even more chaotic than Beerus's back then.

Android 18 suddenly swung out a mechanical chain that wrapped around Chen Yang's waist: "Watch out!" Cell's energy blast grazed their hair, blasting a distant watchtower into dust. Vegeta swooped down from the sky, but Cell casually dispersed the shockwave: "You overconfident bastard! I can even absorb attacks from Gods of Destruction now!"

Demigra's phantom let out a sinister laugh: "Witness the true power of Dark Cell—[Demon Prison Domain]!" The laboratory space instantly twisted into a blood-red vortex. Chen Yang felt as if he were swallowing shards of glass with every breath. The system notification showed that his life force was being drained at a visible rate.

"Find a way to destroy his core!" Bulma's scream came through the communicator, "I detected a weakness in the Demon Realm's energy at..." Her words were interrupted by a piercing electrical crackle as Cell's tail suddenly pierced through space, pinning Chen Yang to the wall. Dark purple venom spread along the wound, and he heard the sizzling sound of his bones being corroded.

Android 18's mechanical fist grazed Cell's cheek: "Let him go!" Vegeta seized the opportunity to unleash [Final Flash], but Dark Cell spread his wings and absorbed it all. The phantom of the demon god Demigra grew increasingly solid: "Foolish ants, do you think you can fight the Demon World with brute force alone?"

Chen Yang felt his consciousness gradually fading when the system suddenly popped up an emergency mission: Activate the hidden skill "Dragon God Resonance," which can temporarily suppress the energy of the Demon Realm! Cost: 80% risk of gene chain breakage. He gritted his teeth, and the golden patterns and the Super Dragon Ball simultaneously erupted with dazzling light, causing all the electronic devices in the entire Western Capital to begin flashing wildly.

"This is... the power of the Dragon God?" Demigra's voice wavered for the first time. Dark Cell let out a painful roar, and the six-pointed star pattern began to crumble. Chen Yang seized the opportunity to throw out gravity chains to entangle the opponent's core, only to find that the demonic energy was devouring the chains like a living thing.

"Don't get too cocky!" Cell's tail suddenly pierced his own chest, and he threw the black energy ball into the sky. "Let the entire Earth sacrifice itself for my evolution!" The energy ball expanded rapidly in the air, and Chen Yang saw that the people in the city were beginning to be corrupted by the demonic energy, and even Vegeta was barely holding on.

Suddenly, Number 18 grabbed his waist: "I'll teleport you to a high altitude, you only have three seconds!" As Chen Yang ascended, he channeled all his energy into the golden patterns. The instant the energy sphere exploded, he seemed to hear the sigh of an ancient dragon god. The dazzling golden light and the pitch-black demonic energy collided violently in the atmosphere, dyeing the night sky a strange two-tone.

As the smoke cleared, Chen Yang knelt on the cracked ground, golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Cell's figure had vanished, but Demigra's phantom still hovered in the air: "Interesting, very interesting... Next time we meet, I'll show you the true Demon Realm!" A system notification sounded at the opportune moment: Main quest deviation rate 50%, obtained "Dark Energy Analysis Fragment".

Mechanical hand number 18 pressed against the back of his neck, the repair fluid this time carrying a faint smell of blood: "Can you stand up? Bulma said she detected other demonic creatures approaching." Chen Yang pushed himself up from the ground, looking at the faint six-pointed star mark on his palm, and suddenly remembered Beerus's warning before he left—this battle with the demonic world was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Chapter 19: Time Patrol

Just as Chen Yang finished adjusting the energy core for No. 18, the laboratory alarm suddenly went off. Under the red light, a blue light tore through space, and a silver-haired warrior carrying a greatsword stumbled out—it was Future Trunks, his combat suit tattered, black smoke still billowing from his chest.

"Trunks? What happened to you?" Bulma's scream came through the communicator. Trunks wiped the blood from his face, his greatsword clattering to the ground. "The Time Patrol... wiped out." He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with despair. "The tentacles of the Dark World have reached into every dimension, even Goku and the others..."

The system suddenly started displaying a barrage of pop-up messages: "Interdimensional energy fluctuations detected! Main storyline crisis level increased!" Chen Yang felt the Dragon God runes burning hot and reached out to support the swaying Trunks: "Explain clearly, what exactly happened?"

“Demigra’s target isn’t a single universe.” Trunks ripped off his damaged shoulder armor, revealing eerie black patterns on his back. “He’s collecting the core energy from various timelines—the Devil Fruits of the One Piece world, the Tailed Beast Chakra of the Ninja world… all worlds are collapsing!”

Vegeta flashed in front of the two, his tail taut with rage: "What a joke! That demon god could do something like this?" Trunks gave a bitter laugh and pulled a charred badge from his pocket: "This is the Time Patrol's locator. At the last moment, I received a message—Demigra has someone backing him up, someone who can tear dimensional walls apart at will."

The air in the lab suddenly froze. Chen Yang stared at the distorted spacetime pattern on the badge, suddenly remembering the Dark Energy Analysis Fragment that the system had rewarded him with, and cold sweat instantly seeped down his back. Number 18's mechanical fingers unconsciously rubbed the sonic cannon at his waist: "So you came to us to team up?"