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Chapter 15 Carrot's Desire: I'm not cruel, just a little belligerent!
Temple of Heaven.
A strong gust of wind blew from afar, startling the old face that was watching the world below.

The once green face is now covered with brown age spots, and the two once agile antennae are now withered and bearing the marks of time.

Some stand tall through time, while others are buried in the long river of time, growing old and frail.

"You came."

Old Bick, leaning on his cane, slowly looked at the person frozen in mid-air. Upon seeing the person's figure, the dark-skinned, chubby boy beside the god immediately and skillfully pushed over a large cart of food in a way that was almost heartbreaking.

Carrot El's levitating figure slowly descended upon the temple, floating as lightly as a feather, casting an admiring glance upon it.

"Look how sensible Bobo is."

Piccolo the God: "..."

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"Ugh"

With a sigh, the old man's helpless and dejected expression made this high and mighty deity seem like an ordinary person.

Old Bick and Carrot El sat casually on the ground. Mr. Popo, like a waiter, handed the god a cup of tea and peeled a four-pound lobster for Carrot.

"What's wrong? Are you tired of being a god?"

He took a deep bite, the delicious lobster meat filling his mouth as he chewed, sliding down the back of his throat into his stomach, and he couldn't help but show an expression of ecstasy.

Old Bick's gaze was not simply one of growing old and frail, but rather one of regret for his own powerlessness.

At the age when he should have gained power, he impulsively chose to become a god, not only splitting himself in two but also locking away the growth of his own strength.

Even after being a god for over two hundred years, he was still subject to human control and unable to intervene in anything, all of which were bitter fruits of his youth.

"The world has changed, and many things have happened that are beyond my control."

Carrot El, without denying it, couldn't help but let a hint of amusement creep into his eyes as he sipped the lobster juices and chuckled:
"To correct you, it's not that you can't control it now, but that you can't control it from beginning to end."

"Your rank as a god is not high to begin with, not to mention your strength is not strong."

"What else can you do?"

"Above, he is subject to Odin and trapped in the Nine Realms."

"Your Majesty, let alone those powerful demon lords in Hell, you're even terrified of the one at the entrance who stamps the registration form (King Yama)."

"In the human realm, apart from those who have climbed the tower, no one is authorized to interfere in other matters."

"In the world of gods, even if you're all green, nobody will take you seriously."

"Nominally gods, but in reality nothing more than puppets who paint a rosy picture of peace."

"Shut up!!!!"

Old Bick's face grew darker and darker as he listened, gritting his teeth and gripping his cane: "Are you deliberately trying to provoke me??"

"So much food still can't shut you up."

"You can do it, come on!"

"Five years ago I told you that I would give you the position of God of Heaven and then retire, but you just wouldn't agree and almost smashed up the Temple of God of Heaven."

Carrot Al put the last bite of lobster in his mouth, then picked up a sports drink and downed it in one gulp:

“Yes, I don’t want to, so no one can force me.” “I just didn’t expect that after all these years, you still haven’t figured out the essence of being a god.”

"Those who are popular are gods, and those who are powerful are gods."

"Those who anchor their destiny are gods; those who conquer fate with their hearts are gods."

Carrot El stood up, dusted himself off, and said:
"You god... ha... you're more like a child's toy. You can't even maintain your youth forever, and the power of the wishing bead is something you already possess."

“I don’t need to become a god at all. If things are really as I think, my status is already higher than that of a god.”

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Carrot El's gaze finally turned serious, and he withdrew his playful attitude from in front of his elders:
"And that's exactly what I wanted to verify, so I'm here for the answer from five years ago."

Silence, in the still sky, carried a sense of scrutiny.

Carrot El's words were exactly what the god Piccolo had anticipated.

Time, let's look back to the beginning of a summer night five years ago.

The boy in the black martial arts uniform wasn't as tall as he is now, but his aura already subtly exuded an air of superiority over all living beings.
"Since you can observe the lower realm, help me find the same 'S' sign."

"I will come back in five years."

"In exchange, I will allow Piccolo to live in peace with humans for five years, and then integrate into human society."

However, for five years, Carrot El has turned a deaf ear to this, as if he had completely forgotten about it.

An answer that could be given in less than three seconds puzzled Piccolo for five whole years, and he also failed to get the answer from Carrot's subsequent visits:
"I could have told you this five years ago, why did you only come today?"

Upon hearing this, Carrot El's lips curled into a surprised smile, a fleeting moment, yet the god could still see in it a look of utter disbelief, as he said:

"Because at that time, I didn't have enough strength."

"Rashly seeking out one's origins may attract immeasurable things and the greedy gaze of the world."

“My adoptive parents taught me to focus very early on. I should learn to be wary of the boundless starry sky and to endure and grow because of it.”

"Until now."

As he spoke, Carrot El's voice echoed above the temple. He slowly stroked his arm, feeling the immense energy and flowing blood within every cell, and closed his eyes:
"I am no longer afraid of the raging winds between heaven and earth, nor of the sudden rains of disaster."

"At the same time, I am increasingly unable to control certain things in my body."

"As those things awakened, I realized I was not God, and therefore, I began to ask for things."

"What do you ask for?"

Cold sweat dripped from Piccolo's face as he furrowed his brow, falling to the ground without him even noticing.

The trembling horror in his voice stemmed from the fact that, in the past five years of observation, he had consistently witnessed Carrot El's indifferent attitude towards everything except food and family.

He wasn't afraid that he had something to ask for, but if someone like Carrot had something to ask for, why would he hide it?
Carrot El opened his eyes and gazed into the depths of the Milky Way, deeper than the sky. At that moment, the god Piccolo saw in his pupils a smile of utmost purity:

"I'm not cruel, just a little belligerent."

“I will not gamble with ants, for there is no pleasure in it. I love many things, so I do not wish to gamble.”

"The rest are all acceptable."

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(End of this chapter)