The Strongest Legend of Dragon Ball Chapter 348-350

At this time, Goku naturally wasn't aware of King Piccolo's response. He was currently sitting on a luxury jet heading towards West City.

"Bulma, why did you put my dragon balls in the box?" Goku, who was sitting in the passenger seat, thought it strange that Bulma had carefully placed the four dragon balls into a box.

Bulma squinted her eyes and pointed at a box beside her leg which looked like a small freezer, and said, with laughter, "This is my latest invention, the Storage Box, and it can isolate all signals. Isn't that Great Demon King named Piccolo trying to rob your Dragon balls? Now he won't be able to find you at all!"

After saying that, Bulma had a smug look on her face. Seeing Goku's dumbfounded look, before revealing an expression of sudden realization, she smiled and said, "Let us get to my home in West City first, and then I will bring you out to play. Don't worry about some King Piccolo… he definitely can't find us."

"Oh!" Goku nodded and felt a little hungry. He took a hamburger from a backpack portable lunch box and ate it.

"Bulma, do you want one?" Goku asked and handed over another burger.

"I am flying the plane right now, so I can't eat," Bulma shook her head and refused.

Listening to her, Goku thought for a moment and sent the burger directly to Bulma's mouth.

Bulma was also hungry. While staring at the hamburger close to her mouth, Bulma's big violet-blue eyes blinked, and not caring about anything else, she gently opened her mouth and took a bite, as she mused, 'In the future, I must invent a machine that can automatically feed me, so that I can eat while flying a plane. Of course, it is more reasonable to invent an auto-pilot system, but it won't be fun if I'm not personally flying the plane.'

Glancing at Goku who had taken out a chicken leg and continuously nibbled it, she couldn't help but smile. The plane pierced through the clouds and headed for West City.

Earth, Lookout.

Old Kami and Mr. Popo were standing at the edge of Lookout.

Old Kami leaned on a cane, staring down at the mortal world with a worried frown. The re-emergence of King Piccolo made him very uneasy. He felt that he owed Earth.

Mr. Popo looked at Old Kami with concern and said, "If King Piccolo really summons Shenron to regain his youth, he will surely become even more powerful, and it will not be easy to defeat him!"

Old Kami shook his head regretfully and said, "Because of Piccolo's special identity, we can't directly take action. We can only hope that the experts of the human world will be able to defeat him!"

"Fortunately, there are several powerful martial artists in the mortal world, so Earth still has hope."

Mr. Popo nodded. He turned around and glanced at Old Kami, and then his gaze passed through the clouds as he stared at the mortal world.

The Kami cannot interfere with the affairs of Earth unless absolutely necessary. This rigid rule aimed to inspire individuals on Earth to grow after experiencing disasters. That's why King Piccolo was allowed to grow before, and the Kami didn't directly stop him.

Now, on one hand, King Piccolo's strength almost touched the limits of Kami's skills, while on the other hand, King Piccolo split from a god, so the old Kami couldn't directly kill King Piccolo. Mr. Popo was sent from Other World as an attendant to assist Kami, so naturally, he couldn't do something that would endanger the old Kami's life.

This created a contradiction which in turn made the old Kami long for the emergence of a strong expert in the mortal world that could defeat King Piccolo!

Although this may lead to his change of position, the old Kami had long prepared to sacrifice his own life. Besides, his lifespan was coming to an end, and this was also why he was so eager to find a successor!

"Oh, by the way, pay special attention to that Saiyan called Goku, and Launch also. We may need their strength in defeating King Piccolo."

"Umm." Mr. Popo had a few words to say, but his attitude was very clear.

"That Chi-Chi, Krillin, and Yamcha are also pretty good martial artists. Moreover, they are headed towards Korin Tower's direction. Let Korin pay attention to them, and train them as much as possible," Old Kami said while watching the mortal world.

In fact, in his heart, Tien Shinhan was also worth training, but he had no idea where Tien Shinhan was taken to by Xiaya.

A few days later, the Sacred Land of Korin…

Krillin and Yamcha stood at the bottom of the Korin Tower and stared at the ivory-colored Korin Tower soaring in the sky like a giant pillar supporting the heavens, causing both of them to gape in surprise.

"Yamcha, we can't even see the end of the Korin Tower!"

"Yeah!" Yamcha swallowed his saliva as an intense fighting spirit manifested in his heart.

At this time, the guardians of Sacred Land, Bora and his son, Upa, walked over and saw a stranger in a martial arts uniform, and asked: "Did you two martial artists have come to challenge Korin Tower?"

"Yes, we are here to challenge the Korin Tower, but I did not think that Korin Tower will be so grand; it is really superb craftsmanship," Krillin nodded and said.

"Hehe, this is God's masterpiece. It is said that the mighty Immortal Korin lives on Korin Tower. As long as a martial artist can ascend the Korin Tower, he/she can get pointers from Immortal Korin." Brah slowly told them about the legend. The pair of eyes looking towards the peak of Korin Tower were filled with awe.

Suddenly, Upa pointed at Krillin and Yamcha's orange-red martial arts uniform, and said in surprise, "Hey, you two are wearing the same clothes as brother Goku… Are you from the same school as brother Goku? "

"Umh, yes, we and Goku are disciples of the Turtle School. It turns out you know Goku!" Krillin was somewhat surprised. "We heard that Goku has climbed Korin Tower before, so we have come over to challenge it."

Listening to them, Bra and Upa's attitude became warmer. 'Since they are Goku's fellow disciples, then they are also our friends!' Three years ago, if Goku and Bulma hadn't defeated the world's number one assassin, Mercenary Tao, when they were passing by Korin Tower, then the father and son duo might have already died in his hands.

Bora and Upa warmly welcomed Krillin and Yamcha and told them about the matter of Goku defeating Mercenary Tao.

Krillin and Yamcha were naturally shocked. They looked at each other and could not help but be inwardly surprised and mused, 'Goku defeated the world's number one assassin, Mercenary Tao; moreover, it was three years ago.' Unexpectedly, Goku didn't mention it to them. However, when Krillin and Yamcha thought of Goku's modest personality, they felt relieved."

Mercenary Tao, the number one assassin, was one of the few experts on Earth, yet he was unexpectedly defeated by Goku three years ago.

Krillin and Yamcha realized that the gap between Goku and them was enormous.

But very quickly, their eyes emitted a strong fighting intent, and as they stared upwards Korin Tower, their hearts were full of expectations.

"Goku could defeat Mercenary Tao three years ago. If we can pass the training of Korin Tower, we will surely surmount the gap between us." The two men looked determined. After saying goodbye to Bora and Upa, they bent over, stamped their feet and shot upwards like a bullet, instantly disappearing into the dense clouds.

Upa raised his head and placed his palm in front of his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun. As Upa stared at the dark blue sky, he said, "They are worthy of being the fellow disciples of brother Goku; they are similarly very powerful."

Just when Krillin and Yamcha were ascending the Korin Tower.

Earth's capital, Central City.

Amid White clouds floating in the sky, a large half-open spaceship gradually approached the palace where the king lived. A huge shadow was cast on the palace, gradually creating an immense feeling of oppression.

King Piccolo indifferently looked below, scaled the guard rail and plummeted from the spaceship.

"Who are you? This is his Majesty's property, please leave immediately!" Seeing the unfamiliar King Piccolo, the guard stepped forward and impolitely berated.

King Piccolo's face was cold as he glanced disdainfully at the guard; his indifferent expression was like one looking at an inferior lifeform that was about to perish.

After a brief moment of heavy silence, just when everyone thought that the intruder would retreat, words that made everyone shudder was heard, spoken by King Piccolo with a hoarse voice. "Cymbal, kill all these people. Anyone who disobeys me, King Piccolo, has no value."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The demon race's Cymbal, having a massive physique like a dinosaur, responded loudly and then stepped forward, sneering at the ants in front of him. The pterosaur-mouth demon hadn't moved from the start, standing beside King Piccolo and similarly laughing coldly.

Seeing that the situation was not right, all the guards surrounded them, while the Captain of the guards took out a walkie-talkie to report the situation.

"Everyone pay attention, an unknown person is forcing his way in!"

"Everyone pay attention, an unknown person is forcing his way in!"

The captain of the guards didn't even say a few words when Cymbal licked his lips, and with a flash, he rushed towards the Captain of the guards, opened his huge paw and bit down.

The surrounding guards were shocked, and they hurriedly took out guns and indiscriminately sprayed bullets at Cymbal.

Clank! Clank!

However, when the bullets struck Cymbal, it sounded like the bullets were striking metal, and all the bullets unexpectedly ricochet off his body.

"Ah! Monster!"

"Don't panic everyone, concentrate firepower… one, two, three!"

The several hundred guards of the guardian palace quickly encircled the King Piccolo, forming a battle formation, and opened fire. However, the strength of the intruders was immense, so ordinary hot weapons were basically useless.

Boom!

Armored vehicles were orderly lined up in a row, besieging the thick iron wall.

However, this caliber of firepower still seemed to be insignificant in front of King Piccolo and his subordinates. King Piccolo waved his hand, and then a light flashed; suddenly, like a rising windstorm, a deep-blue energy wave swept out like the roar of tigers and the screeching of monkeys. In an instant, an enormous fireball rose in its place, and the armored forces were wiped out.

"Let's go… it's time for humans to experience the terror of King Piccolo again." After saying that, King Piccolo brought along his two demon subordinates and swaggered into the palace.

At this time, inside the palace, the king was reviewing documents with a solemn look.

"What was that earthquake just now?" The king raised his head and asked the royal guard next to him.

The royal guard replied, "I will have someone investigate immediately."

At this time, an official ran in and said while panting, "Not good… Your Majesty, a group of people have broken into the palace, and most of the soldiers who were guarding the palace have died in action. This is an image of the invaders that was taken just now… have a look!"

"This is…" The king suddenly stood up and stared at the image with an astonished look; the image depicted the scene of King Piccolo breaking through the armored forces.

From the image, the king could vaguely see King Piccolo casually destroying the armored forces. The large expanse of blue Energy waves swept out without restraint. The raging fireball soaring in the sky was like a nuclear explosion, very shocking to behold. In particular, the word "demon" emblazoned on King Piccolo's chest made everything sinister.

'These people are not coming with good intentions.' The king understood this very well, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat.

"Who is that person!? Has a demon king appeared?"

The king realized that humans might be facing a huge crisis.

A day later, the highest authority of Central City had changed hands. King Piccolo was sitting on a big chair made of bones, facing countless cameras, and then he proclaimed to the world, "The era of King Piccolo is coming!"

In order to directly embody his reign of terror, King Piccolo personally destroyed a large island in the audience of numerous cameras despite his declining body.

Amidst deafening rumbles, the island sank.

Flames spread out in all directions, and dark smoke billowed, as a huge fireball rose to a height of several hundred meters. Along the plane where the fireball had risen, a substantial circular shock wave rippled out to form a highly impactful visual effect, similar to the detonation of a large yield hydrogen bomb.

"Is that fake?"

"What the hell… Which movie was this taken from? The special effects are quite real."

"I have been to that island before; it's just like the real one."

While some people in front of their TV screens were surprised, others were doubtful; nonetheless, everybody was talking about this piece of news. In the current environment, if you want people who were living peaceful lives to suddenly believe that the world had fallen into the hands of a demon named King Piccolo, it would be quite a difficult task. Everyone assumed that they were right and others were wrong; thus, only a few people realized that the explosion in the TV screen appeared too real. As a result, they felt that something was wrong, and their hearts grew anxious and fearful.

"How is this special effects? It clearly is something happening in reality!"

Soon, the large characters at the bottom of the screen and the continuous scenes of people fleeing confirmed their guess that the world had fallen into the hands of a demon called King Piccolo. It wasn't scripted!

"That is…"

"King Piccolo? Is that the legendary demon king? We are done for!"

"The enemy seems to be very powerful. He wiped an island off the face of the earth with a casual wave of his hand. Too frightening! Can anyone defeat such a powerful demon king?"

This time, everyone believed it. The entire world was stirred.

The incident involving King Piccolo from three hundred years ago had already become a legend, but not everyone had forgotten it. Some of the ancient martial arts schools and families still remembered the terror of King Piccolo's reign. All kinds of rumors spread, causing a great uproar.

After a while, people grew restless, and all areas of the world were in an uproar. Many vagrants and gangs began to attack shops, banks, and even government offices.

"From now on, the whole world is mine, King Piccolo's…"

"Fear, tremble! Just like three hundred years ago, groveling under demons!"

King Piccolo had a smile on his face as he proudly proclaimed to the world.

Thus, under his dictatorship, Earth was shrouded in an ambiance of fear.

At this time, King Piccolo was sitting upright on a stone chair and his chin was cupped in his aged arm. "Cymbal, go and eradicate all the martial arts schools on Earth. Remember, you have to uproot them from their roots! I don't want martial artists to exist on Earth."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Cymbal responded, and then he flapped his wings and flew away.

As he stared at Cymbal's receding back, King Piccolo's fingers rhythmically tapped on the stone chair. After a while, he abruptly stood up, and in front of the cameras, he announced to the world in a lofty tone that he would draw lots to destroy cities all over the world. In order for the various cities to escape the fate of destruction, they would need to contribute a dark-orange crystal ball with stars etched on it - a Dragonball.

"Only if you contribute this thing called a dragon ball, then this demon king will let you go!" King Piccolo threw a life-saving straw to the despairing people!

If he could, King Piccolo didn't want to let too many people know that his objective was the seven dragon balls! However, King Piccolo knew fully well that his body was getting old. He urgently needed to collect all the seven dragon balls to summon Shenron and restore his youth. In order to not waste time, he had no choice but to make this bad decision.

The announcement of King Piccolo was like pouring oil on the fire, leaving the whole world in a more chaotic situation. After two or three cities were destroyed consecutively, humanity fell into extreme fear.

In the Kame House, Master Roshi stared with a pale face at the scenes on the TV; the beard on his face swayed, showing how uneasy he was at the moment.

'I can't allow King Piccolo to bring about a disaster upon Earth again. Even if I have to fight against him with my old life at stake, I must re-seal him,' Master Roshi thought.

"The next city to be destroyed is… West City."

On the TV screen, when the crystal ball with West City written was taken out, King Piccolo solemnly announced with a smile.

Master Roshi's eyes suddenly widened. 'Isn't West City Bulma's home? Goku must be there with Bulma.' Thinking this, Master Roshi quickly grabbed a phone and dialed Bulma's number, but no one from Bulma's side answered.

He consecutively called more than a dozen times, before the phone call finally went through.

"Old pervert, why are you calling?" From the other side, Bulma asked in a nasty tone.

"Bulma, is Goku with you?"

"Of course, we just came back after exploring the virgin forest," Bulma sounded calm, as if she didn't know what was going on outside.

Master Roshi anxiously shouted, "Hurry up, and give Goku the phone."

"What's wrong, Grandpa Master Roshi?" Another voice came from the phone; it was Goku's voice.

"Goku, something bad has happened. King Piccolo is now ruling over the entire world, and several cities have already been destroyed in the hands of the big demon king. His next target is West City, so you have to be careful," Master Roshi simply explained what happened in these two days.

After listening to him, Goku was stunned. He didn't think that so many things would've happened in the short amount of time he had gone out with Bulma.

"Old pervert, is it really true? Has King Piccolo really destroyed several cities?" Bulma's fearful voice came.

"Of course it is true!" Master Roshi replied with certainty. "Officially, the number of people in the world who have died by King Piccolo's hands has reached 10 million! In order to celebrate the magnificent feat of killing 10 million people, King Piccolo has decided to destroy one more city. Ah, he is drawing lots again!"

"Ah! That guy is so evil… I will go over and kill him now!" Goku said with indignation, especially since West City was Bulma's home!

"Goku, you must not be reckless. King Piccolo is too terrifying, so you better look for Launch, Krillin and others. They will take action together with you," Master Roshi repeatedly warned him, "Krillin and Yamcha should be on Korin Tower, and Chi-Chi might be on her way to Korin Tower too…"

Master Roshi didn't know if Goku would be King Piccolo's opponent or not, so he strongly advised him to join with Launch and others.

Then, the call was suddenly cut short as the busy tone came from the phone, causing Master Roshi to be dumbfounded.

"Goku won't set off straight away, would he?" Master Roshi's lips trembled as he muttered.

He hurriedly looked for Hasky and asked, "Hasky, can you fly an airplane and send me to West City?"

"Of course!"

Hasky said in a matter-of-fact tone. As the world's number one Master thief, how would she not know how to fly an airplane? This was a useful skill for escaping.

After ending the call with Master Roshi, Goku and Bulma took the aircraft and arrived at West City.

At this time, West City was already in chaos induced by King Piccolo's declaration. Vehicles, like a long floating dragon, were crowded on the overpass. Many cars had bumped into each other resulting in the emission of black smoke. The drivers were quarreling, while a cacophony of sirens and honking of car horns mixed together. In the face of a catastrophe, humanities negative emotions fully manifested.

In order to get back home faster, Bulma put the aircraft away and then sat on the Flying Nimbus behind Goku.

Bulma pointed ahead and said, "Goku, fly a little faster."

"OK." Goku nodded, and the Flying Nimbus streaked across the sky, leaving behind a blurry trail like a long ribbon.

Bulma's home…

Bulma, sitting behind Goku, jumped down from the Flying Nimbus. At this time, Dr. Brief and Bulma's mother were watering the flowers in the garden and feeding their pets as usual. There was no sense of urgency before the approaching disaster.

"Mom, Dad, why aren't you hiding in the underground bomb shelter? King Piccolo will arrive soon," After entering the garden and seeing her parents still looking so carefree, Bulma couldn't help but shout, and then she went into the house to pack things up.

Dr. Brief was the richest man in the world. At the bottom of his house, a bomb shelter capable of even resisting nuclear bombs was built. However, because the shelter was built too deep beneath ground level, it was necessary to make preparations in advance when evacuating. Otherwise, if they were still in the downward passage when disaster strikes, they will inevitably be affected.

Dr. Brief had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he rubbed his glasses and put them on again. "Oh, that King Piccolo hasn't come yet… why so nervous?"

Bulma was speechless for a while. Her parents were extremely strong mentally. While others were busy fleeing for their lives, they were very carefree.

At this time, Bulma's mother came over, holding a plate in her hand. She handed a beverage to Goku and said, "Little Goku, this is for you."

Goku took the beverage and drank it. On the side, Bulma angrily stamped her foot.

'Do my parents not possess even a little bit of awareness for danger?' Bulma felt anxious for them.

"Oh, by the way, where is my sister? Hasn't she come back yet?" After failing to find Tights while looking around, Bulma couldn't help but ask. Presently, the outside world was very chaotic, and it was very dangerous for Tights to be outside by herself.

"Tights will come back soon."

Dr. Brief picked up a cup of coffee and sipped. Not long after, there was a sound of hurried brakes coming from outside the garden. Soon, a beautifully dressed Blonde woman came in. After spotting Bulma, the beautiful woman's eyes lit up. She waved her arms and yelled at her, "Bulma, you're back… Do you know that King Piccolo is coming to West City? Such a good source material can certainly arouse sympathy… Art comes from life; this is definitely a theme that can make everyone sympathetic!"

Tights exhibited a novelist's bad habit, speaking non-stop. Since the last time she wrote a novel based on the real setting of the universe and sold it throughout the universe, Tights had profoundly realized the importance of the resonance between authors and their readers.

Theme, it depends on the theme!

Bulma stroked her forehead and speechlessly sighed as she mused, 'I have no idea why everyone in my family is a weirdo… Their nerves are too strong.'

At this time, Tights spotted Goku and fixedly stared at the tail behind him, her eyes shining.

"What is it?" Bulma asked.

Tights shook her head but did not speak. She asked Bulma for assistance in carrying her luggage from the car to the house. Tights usually lived alone in a rented house outside for literary creation. However, now that the outside world was very chaotic, she temporarily returned to her home in West City.

"King Piccolo is approaching," Goku suddenly put down the bottle of beverage in his hand and said.

Bulma wanted to ask Goku how he knew of King Piccolo's arrival, but when she thought of the various capabilities of martial artists that seem like magic powers in the eyes of ordinary people, she didn't ask.

Bulma worriedly asked instead, "Isn't that King Piccolo very powerful…Will you be able to defeat him?" Her underlying meaning was that if Goku couldn't defeat King Piccolo, then it was better to hide early.

Goku shook his head, and confidently said, "If King Piccolo's strength is really similar to what I have sensed, then I can defeat him."

Goku looked very confident, and his determined eyes stared towards the sky.

Tights, who was moving her luggage, poked her head out of the house and heard the conversation between Goku and Bulma. She knew some of the ins and outs of the galaxy and couldn't help but ponder, 'A Saiyan's innate ability is definitely better than that King Piccolo or whatnot. Since Goku is here, the danger shouldn't be too great!'

Soon, King Piccolo's Ki appeared above the sky of West City. At this time, Goku grinned and said, "He has come. This Ki is very strong, but I can sense some feeling of decline."

"Bulma, you all should go hide underground. I will go and meet King Piccolo." After saying that, Goku summoned the Flying Nimbus and jumped on it; then, he flew towards King Piccolo's position.

"Be careful!" Bulma shouted at Goku's receding back.

Tights walked over and put her hand over Bulma's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Little Goku is difficult to deal with. Maybe, he will turn into a hero that saves the world. Well, at that time, I will use him as the model for a novel."

Tights' profession was inexplicably linked to telling stories. She was already thinking about new works for a novel.

At the center of West City.

King Piccolo was standing on the spacious deck of an aircraft, staring at the prosperous city below with a fierce visage. "What a beautiful city. This should be the most prosperous city on Earth!" As he thought of how the humans below would soon be reduced to piles ashes by his hands, King Piccolo couldn't help but laugh coldly.

Next to King Piccolo were countless cameras, facing him and the city below. King Piccolo intended for everyone in the world to know his strength and completely sink into the depths of despair.

At this time, King Piccolo's expression slightly changed. He could suddenly feel a powerful aura approaching. The foreign Ki was strong and vigorous, unlike his decaying aura.

"This feeling… Is there still a strong martial artist on Earth?" King Piccolo's aged face couldn't help but tremble. The aura fluctuations approaching from the distance made him anxious and fearful.

Soon, Goku arrived in front of King Piccolo on the Flying Nimbus.

"You are King Piccolo? You don't look that powerful, yet you dared to kill so many humans." Goku stared at King Piccolo with a solemn expression. The evil and decaying aura emanating from Great Demon King Piccolo made him somewhat uncomfortable. This feeling was not at all like the Ki of martial artists that he had encountered before. It couldn't arouse his bottommost desire to fight.

"Human martial artist?" A low and hoarse voice could be heard as King Piccolo spoke. He was also sizing up Goku; after which his mouth slightly curled into a smirk. He inwardly felt that his previous worries were laughable. 'Tsk tsk, a child who has not grown up yet!'

'Although the aura emanating from his body is vigorous, he doesn't know how to restrain it,' King Piccolo mused.

At this time, the scene of both parties facing each other was transmitted to the rest of the world through the cameras nearby. People all over the world realized that a young martial artist had appeared to resist King Piccolo.

"Who is this boy?"

"I haven't seen him, but that golden cloud is so powerful; it can hold people…"

"The boy is very familiar. Ah, he is the runner-up of the 21st World Martial Arts Tournament. He is a very powerful martial artist."

Few people knew Goku's identity, but there were still many people who had gone to watch the World Martial Arts Tournament live and therefore recognized him. They were deeply impressed by this mystical youngster.

"At this time, this youngster has stepped forth to battle King Piccolo. What would be the result?"

As if the World Martial Arts Tournament was being held once again, countless people glued their eyes to their TV screens, and couldn't help but be full of expectations.

Soon, the battle between King Piccolo and Goku commenced. They fought in mid-air, with numerous dark-blue energy waves sweeping out in all directions like lasers. In the midst of their battle, an overpass and a tall building collapsed and got destroyed. The aftermath of their battle quickly spread to more than half of West City. The once prosperous West City seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Through the cameras, this shocking battle was transmitted to everyone. The people who knew little about the martial arts, after seeing this fight, exhaled their breath and stared at the battle with deep solemnity, afraid that they would miss a wonderful scene.

"Amazing, is that really not special effects? They can send rockets from their hands…"

"That's not a rocket, it's the Energy Wave of martial artists."

"Goku is the disciple of Master Roshi, the god of martial arts. That powerful move is called Energy Wave."

"It is said that the martial artists who can use Energy Wave are one of the best!"

Everyone looked at the battle seriously, while occasionally discussing spiritedly. Some viewers were knowledgeable. They were aware that the move used by Goku was called Energy wave, and some people who had not come in contact with martial arts learned about it now.

"It turns out that we humans can become so powerful after learning martial arts!"

Chapter end