"Home" is shaking.

On the wide seat, he curled up in fear, until the "home" finally shook and finally regained his composure.

He had already fallen asleep in a panic.

When he woke up, he leaned on the window of his "home" and looked out curiously.

The scenery outside is no longer pitch black.

But he couldn't describe what it was like outside the small window.

In short, it seems to be huge.

He continued to live in his "home".

There seemed to be some message left in his mind that he remembered not to go out of the "house", it would be dangerous.

Relatives will come to him.

When he was hungry, he found some water left over from his "home" to eat.

Through the window, you can see the top and bottom of the outside with clear boundaries. Is the blue one above the sky? He thinks so sometimes.

There was only a little bit of clear water left.

Fortunately, the amount of food he eats is not large, and a little drink is enough.

Slowly, he noticed that the world outside the window would brighten and darken regularly.

This puzzled him, as he could not remember such a situation.

Is the sky broken?

He leaned against the transparent window and stared blankly at the black starry sky.

Although the province was saved again and again, the water in the "home" was finally eaten up...... When did it run out? He couldn't remember exactly.

He cowered weakly behind the window, chewing on the fazzling faces and voices in his head, and his relatives told him to wait for him.

Will definitely come.

Will definitely come......

He stretched out his purple tongue, which was dry like a broken sponge, and licked it weakly at the window.

Wisps of water were dripping down the windows.

It's just on the other side.

I don't know how long it took for him to wake up from his pale dream.

Once again, there were traces of unreachable water outside the window. He kind of understood what that meant, and vague memories in his mind seemed to have happened to something similar. It was clear water falling from the sky.

This time he stood up tremblingly and crawled to the very center of the "home".

After thinking for a long time, he spoke weakly and recited a word that his relatives had told him in his memory: "Another world." ”

As his voice fell, a circle fell from the center of the "home".

The wind, which smelled of damp earth, suddenly blew in. He pursed his dry lips, took a deep breath greedily, and almost tumbled down the round hole and landed on the circular hoverboard where he had fallen.

A sloping curtain of rain poured down on him.

He just lay down comfortably, smashing it with his mouth wide open, enjoying the delicious meal he hadn't seen for a long time.

It seems to have fallen asleep again.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by a cold wind.

It was a taste he had never felt before, cold.

Trembling and getting up, he looked up, but he did not return to "home".

Jumping off the circular hoverboard, he recited the word "another world", and the circular hoverboard flew up to fill the missing piece of "home".

He stood outside, staring blankly into the distance.

The barren and empty plateau, the cold wind is constantly howling.

He suddenly felt a fluster, and sat down alone next to his home with his knees crossed.

Turning his head to look at the side, this was the first time he looked at his "home" from this angle, his "house", it turned out to be like this.

The outside world was just as I had observed, one moment bright, the other dark.

Only then did he realize that when the sky was broken, it was so cold.

When it lights up, it gets warmer.

He didn't know what he was going to do, what he could do. He only remembered the advice of his relatives in his mind and waited for him all the time.

So he just kept looking at the sky, watching it lighten, watching it darken, watching it sometimes blue and clean, sometimes cloudy.

Originally, he preferred blue skies.

But later, when he realized that only when the clouds were overcast, clear water would fall from the sky, and the blue sky was not so pleasing.

Dozens of consecutive cycles of light and dark have kept the sky blue, which is even more desperate.

He was hungry and thirsty.

The sky is still so blue and so clean. It's in a good mood.

Relatives still didn't come......

He fell limply to the side. The blurred vision saw a figure slowly approaching him, unscrewing a kettle and feeding him water.

After getting the long-lost moisture, he came to his senses, snatched the other party's kettle, and drank it bitterly, the water leaked out at the corner of his mouth, and it was a kind of happiness to waste it.

"Whew, whew......" He drained the kettle in one breath, and finally came back to life, gasping slightly.

Only then did he realize the existence of the other party.

When I looked up, I saw that this was a strange-looking person, and there seemed to be some "shell" on his face? He had a gut feeling that this "shell" was not very strong, and it was a strange person.

The other party was wearing a white robe, and a red circle was printed on his chest, and what pattern was drawn in the circle.

The other party pointed to the pattern and said something to him.

His face was blank. It immediately became clear that he did not understand, and after a while, the other person suddenly said in a language he could understand, "This word is pronounced 'God.'" ”

Wang Chao, who had learned the Namek language from the other party's memory, pointed to the words on his robe.

"God." He muttered and repeated.

Wang Chao repeated in the language of the earth: "God." ”

The green-skinned boy who had fled from Namek's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "God." ”

Wang Chao asked him what his name was.

He shook his head, not knowing.

Wang Chao didn't care either, and began to teach him the language of the earth.

This is indeed worthy of being a genius dragon, with a strong learning ability, and he has mastered the language of the earth in just a few days.

He invited Wang Chao to his "house" as a guest.

Wang Chao looked at the Namek Star high-tech spaceship in the shape of a white four-legged insect.

"Another world." The green-skinned kid shouted up to the bottom of the ship in Namek.

This word sounds to Wang Chao's ears, like the "piccolo" in Earth language.

Buzz, a hoverboard descends from the bottom of the ship, revealing an entrance to the interior.

Wang Chao followed him and stood on the hoverboard. He said to the green-skinned kid, "How about you just call it Piccolo?" ”

"'Another world'......," Piccolo murmured, laughing, "I'm called Piccolo, God." ”

When you come to the inside of the insect spaceship, the furnishings inside are just like the ones you have seen in the manga in your previous life.

The center is the main control system, whether it is the start or the route, it needs Namek Star to be voice-controlled.

Wang Chao has already mastered Namek's language, so he can naturally use this spaceship.

He knew that if he ordered the ship back to Namek now, Piccolo would be able to return home.

However, it is not necessary.

It's all here, Piccolo, and you're going to make this your new home.

Anyway, the life of the piccolo is quite long, and it shouldn't care about delaying it for hundreds of years......

Wang Chao stayed with the little piccolo for a while.

He tried to invite him to leave with him.

Piccolo firmly refused.

He has to wait for his loved ones.

Will definitely come......

God departed, and in the wasteland of the Cloudsbit Heights, Piccolo continued to sit outside his "home" with his knees crossed.

Whether it was windy, rainy, snowy and cold, he never moved, always staring at the sky.