Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 289 Dying peacefully in one's sleep

Frieza's only remaining right hand was dug deep into the earth, his fingertips white from the effort, blood slowly seeping into the scorched soil. His voice, choked with sobs, sounded particularly weak amidst the thunderous roar: "Save me...save me...please...save me...please...save me..."

Sun Wukong suddenly stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowed, his expression full of struggle.

Not far away, Frieza lay with his eyes closed, his life slipping away like sand through an hourglass. His only remaining right hand dug deep into the ground, his nails nearly broken, as if desperately trying to grasp at his fading life. A faint sound escaped his throat, his breath weak: "Save me, please... please save me..."

Sun Wukong's gaze was complex as he looked at Frieza, who was now a disheveled figure, completely different from his former arrogant self. He suddenly turned his head and roared like thunder: "Now, it's all your own fault! What's the use of saying all this now? If you knew this would happen, why did you indiscriminately kill so many innocent people and cause so many deaths!"

Frieza's thin body trembled slightly, his lips parted, and he murmured weakly over and over again, "Save me, please save me... save me..."

Sun Wukong's inner struggle subsided like the tide, and his face returned to calm. He slowly stretched out his hand, and in his palm, a clear ball of energy gradually condensed, radiating a soft light.

With a flick of his arm, a ball of energy, carrying hope, struck Frieza with pinpoint accuracy. In an instant, the energy ball, like a nimble sprite, enveloped Frieza's entire body, then subtly merged into his being. His face, contorted with pain, gradually relaxed, his tightly furrowed brows slowly unfurled, and Frieza slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief.

“I’ve given you a bit of my energy,” Sun Wukong said, his voice steady and powerful. “With your abilities, you’re capable of leaving this planet. You’re perfectly capable of surviving in the universe. Take care of yourself from now on. I’m going back to Earth.”

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he walked forward.

Frieza braced himself with one hand as he struggled to his feet. Looking at Goku's retreating figure, a resentful sneer lingered on his face: "Hmph, I never expected you, you stinky monkey, to share your energy with me!"

Sun Wukong turned around, his gaze calm as still water: "This planet is about to be destroyed. You should leave as soon as possible. After you return, find a place to recuperate properly and also reflect on what life truly means."

Frieza paused slightly, a complex expression flashing across his face, before quickly regaining his arrogant demeanor: "Hmph! I don't need you to remind me!"

Sun Wukong ultimately softened, which seemed unexpected but was actually quite reasonable. Having grown up on Earth, although he was a Saiyan and the Super Saiyan transformation had activated the warlike genes hidden in his blood, occasionally revealing Saiyan-style cold-blooded cruelty, his deep-rooted kindness had never truly disappeared.

At that moment, what he didn't know was that Frieza's cry for help was merely the desperate struggle of a dying man. Anyone facing imminent death would instinctively crave help, and Frieza was no exception. This cry for survival was not directed at anyone; it was simply his instinctive reaction in the face of death.

But it was precisely Frieza's desperate cries for help that acted as a key, awakening the purest kindness in Goku's heart. The compassion hidden deep within his soul led him to set aside his hatred and give Frieza a chance to live, completely unaware that this might sow a dangerous seed for the future.

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Beneath the dense shade of Earth's vast forests, sunlight was filtered through the lush foliage, dappling like fragments of gold. A Namekian, with light and gentle movements, approached the Elder, extended his slender fingers, picked up a handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from the Elder's forehead.

The elder's face was etched with the marks of time, his wrinkles like ancient ravines. At this moment, his gaze was kind, a gentle smile playing on his lips, as he said softly, "Thank you."

The elder's gaze swept leisurely across the surroundings. The clansmen were playing happily in this peaceful place. Some chased each other in pairs, their laughter echoing through the forest; others sat in groups, chatting about the interesting things in life. This tranquil scene filled the elder's heart with endless joy.

The elder slowly raised his head, sunlight filtering through the leaves and gently falling on his face. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunlight, his smile widening, yet he sighed softly and murmured, "It seems my lifespan has truly come to an end this time."

The Namekian wiping the elder's sweat, upon hearing this, instantly dropped the handkerchief in his hand, froze on the spot, and after a moment, exclaimed in shock, "What? The elder!"

Hearing the shouts, the Namekians around stopped what they were doing and quickly gathered around, their faces filled with shock and panic.

"Grand Elder!"

"Grand Elder!"

"Grand Elder!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

"Go and gather everyone here." The elder's voice was weak, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"Yes, Elder!" The Namekian didn't dare to delay and turned to leave in a hurry.

Soon, Namekians arrived from all directions and surrounded the Grand Elder, their eyes filled with worry.

"Elder!" Dandy squeezed to the front, his voice filled with anxiety.

The elder remained calm, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and slowly said, "My life has come to an end. To be able to spend the rest of my days in this peaceful land fills me with joy."

Just then, several young men responsible for gathering the clansmen came running from afar, shouting as they ran: "Elder, we can't find the people from Elder Village anywhere! We don't know where they are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vegeta's mocking voice rang out: "Could it be those people I killed? Your wish to Shenron was to resurrect everyone Frieza killed. Unfortunately, they all died by my hand. I am not Frieza. I'm truly sorry." With that, Vegeta threw his head back and let out a wild laugh.

Upon hearing this, the Namekians all turned their furious gazes toward Vegeta, wishing they could devour him alive.

Just as the atmosphere was tense, seven huge stone spheres suddenly streaked across the sky.

"Thump thump thump thump thump thump"

Seven enormous stone spheres crashed down not far from the group.

The elder looked at the stone sphere and slowly said, "It seems that the Dragon Ball has also come here. Cough cough cough..." As soon as he finished speaking, the elder coughed violently.

Upon seeing this, Third Elder Mu Lin immediately stepped forward, his face full of concern: "Elder, how are you?"

The elder waved his hand, his breath weak: "I already said that my lifespan is coming to an end. Mulin, extend your hand."

Mulin quickly replied, "Yes," and extended his hand to the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder placed his hand on Mu Lin's hand, and a soft light flickered, slowly merging into Mu Lin's palm. Mu Lin instantly felt a strange energy flowing through his body, as if his body had established a wondrous connection with the Dragon Ball not far away.

The elder withdrew his hand and said, "Mulin, I have passed on the method of making the Dragon Balls to you. Even after I leave, the Dragon Balls will continue to function. From now on, you are the elder. Soon, the Dragon Balls will shine again. You must use the Dragon Balls wisely to protect your people."

Mulin fought back tears, his voice choked with emotion: "I understand, Elder, I will."

“Alright…then I’ll leave it to you…cough cough cough…” After the Grand Elder finished speaking, he coughed a few more times, his head slowly lowering. His voice grew softer and softer as he murmured, “May all Namekians…live in peace and tranquility forever…”

Gradually, the Grand Elder's figure slowly disappeared like morning mist.

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

"Elder!"

The Namekians' mournful cries echoed through the forest, conveying their endless sorrow and grief.

Shang Yun gazed in the direction where the Grand Elder had vanished, took a deep breath, and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, pressing his palms together in front of his chest. His eyelids lowered, and a clear chanting voice rang out: "When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita..." The chanting added a touch of solemnity to this sudden turn of events.