Dragon Ball Roshi

High in the sky, Ivan closed his eyes and spread his vast spiritual power, like an ocean—

In an instant.

His thoughts were already connected to the tens of thousands of people across the entire planet.

The transmission of spiritual will happens in a way that defies the limits of physical matter, ignoring the distance in space, reaching the intended destination in the blink of an eye. Just like a martial artist like Taro can sense the energy from the other side of the planet or the universe in an instant, a mage like the Holy Mage can connect to the consciousness of all living beings on the planet just as quickly.

"Everyone." His voice resonated in the hearts of all the people on the planet.

"What's that sound?" The people who were playing mind games or practicing spiritual cultivation looked at each other in confusion, but soon, those who had their eyes closed shouted in alarm, "Close your eyes! A mage is connecting to our minds!"

This was a technique only powerful mages could use, so everyone was surprised.

"It's the Holy Mage!" Many mages from villages immediately recognized it and closed their eyes, and sure enough, they saw the projection of the lean, tall figure of the Holy Mage in the dark image.

"What does the Holy Mage want us to do?" someone wondered.

However, some also noticed the "strange person" beside the Holy Mage, who had thick black hair on his head (people from this planet typically have little to no hair), and his features were unusual, floating beside the Holy Mage.

"Who is this strange person? He can fly—could he also be a mage?"

"Everyone, I am Ivan, the 'Holy Mage' you all have heard of." The Holy Mage used magic to make everyone see the image of himself. "I don't know if any of you noticed the recent massive earthquakes, intense typhoons, and huge tsunamis along the coastline?"

"The Holy Mage!? You're the legendary Holy Mage!" Most people had heard of Ivan's deeds and were filled with admiration and reverence.

"Of course we noticed, it was quite loud! Boom boom, I thought it was thunder the whole time!"

"Do you know what happened, Holy Mage? Our houses got flooded by the waves!"

In the spiritual ocean, some thoughts wavered.

These phenomena were, of course, caused by the battle between Taro and the Gemini Stars, affecting the surrounding areas. A battle at the scale of millions or tens of millions of units—although most of the power was absorbed by the combatants themselves, the shockwaves still reached the fragile world.

If during the battle the energy blasts or ki waves missed them, the energy waves wouldn't just disappear. They would eventually fall back onto the planet.

If they hit the ground, they could collapse the earth. If they hit the sea, they could cause massive tsunamis.

The saying "when gods fight, mortals suffer" couldn't be more fitting.

Then, before all the people with their eyes closed, appeared the scene of Taro's battle with the Gemini Stars.

"Who are these people? Wow, are they fighting?"

"Is this real? Can human battles really reach this level?"

Many were shocked. The intensity of Taro's battle with the Gemini Stars was unimaginable. One punch could tear the sky apart, creating a vortex of swirling winds. One kick could crack the earth… this was beyond the imagination of these people who practiced the spirit but not physical strength, truly inconceivable.

The Holy Mage's voice served as a narrator: "This is the cause of the previous disasters. A powerful enemy from beyond the stars has arrived in our world, and this hero beside me risked his life to save us."

As the image ended, everyone looked at Taro again, but now with a different feeling.

This person… just saved their world?

Unbelievable, but they were willing to believe the Holy Mage's words because of his high prestige. He was the legendary, transcendent Holy Mage, and it was said that the meditation techniques used in every village were modified and passed down by this very Holy Mage.

The Holy Mage's voice became somewhat heavy: "However… the enemy we defeated is not the only one. There is an even more evil and terrifying enemy on the way to our world. This enemy is one that even this hero beside me, who saved this place, cannot stop!"

"Our location… has already been exposed to the enemy, so we must evacuate!"

The Holy Mage's spiritual will seemed to sigh.

Who would want to leave their homeland?

But according to Taro and the North King, that terrifying enemy was a ruthless existence who ravaged and conquered across the universe. Even though Taro had awakened much of his potential and greatly increased his power, he still couldn't resist this enemy, let alone defeat him.

There was no choice but to leave.

Otherwise, once their location was exposed, they would inevitably face destruction.

Indeed, in the spiritual ocean connected with the Holy Mage, thoughts of doubt, unwillingness, and dissatisfaction surged. No one wanted to leave their homeland so abruptly and head to a completely unknown place, to another world they had never even heard of.

In the sky, Taro spoke up: "I'll do it." He then turned to the North King and said. "Lord King, cooperate with me."

After sensing the connection of the North King's spiritual will, Taro merged his spirit into the vast ocean of spiritual power that was Ivan, the Holy Mage.

Then, before everyone's eyes, the terrifying figure of Frieza appeared.

Cold, sinister, demonic.

With the help of the North King, Taro projected the image of the approaching Frieza directly into everyone's view. Frieza's overwhelming aura also flooded into the hearts of all who were connected.

A crushing pressure, as if one could barely breathe, weighed heavily on the hearts of all the people of Magic Star.

Although Frieza was in his weakest form, his energy level still remained a terrifying 530,000. Not to mention the people of Magic Star, who were mostly at level five, even across the entire universe, aside from the Gemini Frieza had created, it would be hard to find anyone who could reach even a fifth of his strength.

"This person is terrifying..."

"Just looking at him makes it hard to breathe!" Some of the thoughts in their minds began to feel suffocating.

In the spiritual ocean, panic spread.

Such a powerful aura felt like a terrifying shadow, enveloping everyone's heart. Spiritual communication was direct, and so the horrifying image of Frieza was directly projected into their inner consciousness.

"There's no time left, everyone. This person will arrive here in five days," the Holy Mage's voice shattered the terrifying image, and the scene returned to the image of him and Taro standing in midair. He spoke with some gravity: "We have only five days to complete the full evacuation."

"But how do we evacuate?"

"Take everyone off this world? Holy Mage, even you can't do that, right?" The elder mages in some villages spoke with sorrow. They had some knowledge of magic and were filled with despair.

"I can take everyone with me." Taro's voice rang out from the side. Then, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving the Holy Mage's side.

Within moments, he repeatedly teleported, selecting villages with strong spiritual presences based on his perception, appearing in front of them one after another. In the shocked gazes of the villagers, he disappeared again, breaking the limits of space, appearing in one village one second, and the next second, he was on the other side of the planet.

"Oh my God, what kind of magic is this?"

...

The next day, under the guidance of the Holy Mage's spirit, the people began their great migration. Families, clans, and villages began moving toward five gathering points designated by the Holy Mage, rushing to their destinations.

The village mages used their psychic powers to carry as many people as possible, floating them forward. Time was pressing, and the image of Frieza projected into everyone's hearts by Taro was terrifying. Every time they thought of the cold, evil aura, everyone would muster their energy and push forward once more.

On the third day, the first gathering point was completely assembled, with nearly 90,000 people gathered on a vast plain. Everyone looked up to the sky, where the Holy Mage, Taro, and the large crimson bird that had been with them flew.

The Holy Mage's voice echoed in the minds of the people on the ground: "Everyone, extend your hands and touch each other's bodies and your belongings… Teleportation requires direct or indirect physical contact to take everyone with you."

The people looked at each other, then raised their hands. One person touched another's shoulder, while the other placed their hand on their back. Under the guidance of the Holy Mage's spiritual will, the 90,000 people moved in perfect order without saying a word. Soon, they were all connected.

Taro descended from the sky, standing in front of the person on the outermost edge of the crowd, his back to them. He calmly said: "Touch my back."

The person looked at the others behind them. They were all watching him. Finally, he reached out and gently placed his hand on Taro's back… It felt as though he was pressing against a wall of copper and iron, not a human body at all. He silently gasped in awe.

" King kai…" Taro called out to the North King.

Soon, a planet appeared in Taro's mind, one far away in the dark cosmos.

Teleportation—

Whoosh.

The vast plain was instantly empty.

The wind blew, bending the grass lightly, flowers still fragrant, and some birds and insects could be seen moving in the distance. The gathering of tens of thousands of people seemed as though it had never existed.

In the sky, the Holy Mage sighed softly and looked around.

Though life still lingered, in his eyes… this world had already taken on a desolate hue.

He knew this was the color of the apocalypse.

...

On the fifth day, in the evening.

A massive, disc-shaped spaceship broke through Magic Star's faint purple sky… Frieza had finally arrived!

And on the other side of the continent, tens of thousands of people had gathered. On the outermost side of the crowd, Taro stood with an immortal bird resting on his shoulder, its wings folded. On the other side of him was the Holy Mage, his hand resting on Taro's shoulder. "Has he arrived?" he noticed Taro's expression.

"Mm." Taro nodded.

"Frieza is here! We have to go now, Taro!" The North King's voice rang in their ears, urging them.

Taro took a deep look at the place where Frieza's presence was felt.