Torudo Summons the Dragon

Just as Marshal Black summoned Blue, the headquarters of the Red Ribbon Army had already turned into a battlefield of brutal destruction.

Bodies in military uniforms were scattered everywhere, piled up like lifeless wreckage. The once-mighty armored combat vehicles had been reduced to heaps of burning scrap metal. The advanced humanoid combat mechs, once symbols of the Red Ribbon Army's technological superiority, now lay in twisted ruins, smoke rising from their shattered frames.

In the sky above, fighter jets trailed black smoke, spiraling downward before crashing into the earth. Explosions echoed across the battlefield, but their target, Torudo, walked casually through the ruins of the Red Ribbon Army headquarters, completely unbothered. It was as if he were taking a peaceful stroll through a garden.

"Monster! He's a monster! There's no way we can defeat him!"

"I don't want to be a soldier anymore! I want to go home!"

It didn't take long for the Red Ribbon Army to fall into complete chaos. The soldiers, overwhelmed by fear and the sheer hopelessness of their situation, broke formation and fled for their lives. The once-feared army had collapsed, its forces shattered by the overwhelming power of the world's number one killer.

Marshal Black stood frozen, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing. His army, one of the strongest in the world, had been annihilated in mere moments. The power of Torudo was beyond anything he had imagined. His hands trembled as he turned to Blue.

"Blue… can you defeat him?"

Marshal Black's voice carried a hint of fear. If Blue said no, then there was no point in resisting any longer. He would surrender the Two-Star Dragon Ball to Torudo without hesitation.

As long as he stayed alive, he could always try again next year. The Dragon Balls would scatter, and he would have another chance to fulfill his long-held dream. He could afford to wait.

"Commander, rest assured. No one is my opponent," Blue said confidently.

In truth, Blue was shocked by Torudo's overwhelming power. But his confidence came from his greatest weapon—his piercing blue eyes, which possessed a mysterious ability. It was this power that made him believe he could defeat even someone as terrifying as Torudo.

"Then what are you waiting for?! Go and kill him! Take the six Dragon Balls from his hands!"

Marshal Black's fear faded, replaced by excitement. If Blue was this confident, then there was still hope.

But his hope was short-lived.

The moment the battle began, Blue was dead.

Torudo didn't give him the chance to use his special ability. In an instant, he was killed, effortlessly struck down by Torudo's tongue.

Blue had no time to react. No time to fight back. No time to use his greatest strength. He was erased from existence before he could even attempt to resist.

Torudo wasn't interested in wasting time. He wanted the final Dragon Ball, and he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way.

Marshal Black's heart sank.

Had he made a mistake?

Was it too late to surrender?

He had planned to hand over the Dragon Ball if things went wrong. But now, even that option seemed uncertain. Blue had been his last hope, and he had been killed in an instant.

A loud bang echoed through the command room as the concrete wall behind Marshal Black was suddenly blasted apart. Dust and debris filled the air. Through the hole, a figure stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression one of amusement.

Torudo had arrived.

The remaining Red Ribbon soldiers clutched their weapons, but none of them dared to move. Their bodies were frozen with fear. They had seen what happened to those who stood in Torudo's way. If they even twitched, they knew they would be next.

Torudo ignored them, walking straight to where Marshal Black stood.

The once-proud commander trembled as he fell to his knees, lifting the Two-Star Dragon Ball above his head. His voice shook as he pleaded, "This is the Dragon Ball you want. Torudo, for the sake of our past dealings, please spare my life!"

The black-uniformed adjutant beside him finally understood. This entire battle, this entire massacre, had been over a single object—the Dragon Ball. Torudo had never been after the Red Ribbon Army itself.

But realization came too late.

Even if Marshal Black surrendered the Dragon Ball, would Torudo let them live? The adjutant could only pray that he would. Otherwise, the mighty Red Ribbon Army would meet its end today.

Torudo took the Two-Star Dragon Ball from Marshal Black's trembling hands and smirked. "Marshal Black, I appreciate your cooperation."

For a moment, there was hope. Maybe, just maybe, they would be spared.

But then Torudo tilted his head slightly, pretending to think. "Let's see… how many people did I kill on my way here?"

Marshal Black's face drained of color. He knew exactly what was happening. Torudo never changed his rules. Not for anyone.

The killer's price was 100 million zeni per head.

And how many people had he killed today?

Thousands? Tens of thousands?

There was no way to count.

Even if the entire Red Ribbon Army sold everything they owned, they wouldn't be able to afford that kind of payment. Marshal Black was doomed.

Torudo took a moment to "calculate," as if it mattered. Then he smiled. The kind of smile a predator gives to its helpless prey.

"Here, can you give us some time?" Marshal Black stammered, tears forming in his eyes. "If you let us go, I swear we'll pay you everything! Just a few more days!"

Torudo chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry, Marshal Black. We run a small business. No credit, no exceptions."

That was the last thing Marshal Black ever heard.

Torudo struck, eliminating Marshal Black and every last remaining officer in the room. The Red Ribbon Army was no more.

The mighty headquarters of the Red Ribbon Army lay in ruins. Its soldiers dead. Its leaders gone. Around the world, the remaining branches of the once-feared organization would soon crumble, unable to survive without their command center.

Before his death, Marshal Black had only one final thought.

"Was this how my dream of becoming taller was supposed to end?"

Torudo walked outside, stepping over the lifeless bodies of the fallen. Above him, the sky was clear, and the air was silent. The battle was over. The Red Ribbon Army had been erased from existence.

But Torudo wasn't thinking about them anymore. His focus was on something far more important.

The seven Dragon Balls.

With all of them now in his possession, he rose into the sky, his heart racing with excitement. It was time.

High above the destroyed fortress, Torudo placed the seven Dragon Balls on the open ground before him. He lifted his arms toward the heavens and declared, "Come forth, Shenron! Grant my wish!"

At that moment, the seven Dragon Balls began to glow with a radiant golden light.

The skies darkened. Thunder rumbled. The air grew heavy, as if the entire world was holding its breath. The very fabric of reality seemed to tremble.

Across the world, people turned their heads toward the sky.

In West City, a young blue-haired girl stared at a device in her hand, confused. "The Dragon Balls…? But that's impossible!"

At Korin Tower, a small white cat leaned on his staff, watching the sky with a solemn expression. "After so many years… someone has finally gathered them again. I wonder if this will bring fortune… or disaster."

Above, at the sacred Lookout, an old, green-skinned man clutched his staff, his wrinkled face filled with unease. His connection to the Dragon Balls had been severed.

"What… is happening?" he whispered.

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