Broly’s Multiversal Foodie Adventure

Gozuki charged, Gozuki drew his sword, Gozuki... flew back.

Following the same trajectory, he slammed into the same tree dent.

"Hah, I underestimated him. I didn't use my full strength because he's just a kid."

Under Bill's astonished gaze, Gozuki jumped out of the tree dent.

Rubbing his aching stomach, he forced a smile and explained his defeat.

"This time, I'll go all out!"

*Bang~*

He charged again, only to fly back into the tree dent.

"My stomach hurts too much. I can't muster my strength. I need a moment."

*Bang~*

"I didn't eat this morning. I'm hungry and weak."

Broly silently watched as the man across from him made excuses for his failures and then ate some rations.

Overall, Broly believed that a hungry person wouldn't have much strength.

"Now that I'm full, I have the strength. This time, I'll definitely..."

*Bang~*

*Bang, bang, bang...*

After repeatedly charging and being kicked back into the tree dent, Gozuki finally accepted the truth.

As a former member of the Four Demon Generals, with a body honed beyond human limits and countless battles under his belt, he was no match for the child who looked no older than his own daughter.

There was a vast chasm in their strength, evident in pure speed and power. The idea of severing the boy's limbs was laughable.

After several attempts, his stomach nearly shaped like Broly's foot, Gozuki finally discarded the ordinary sword and drew his imperial weapon, Murasame.

"Are you giving up on taking him back?"

Bill asked cautiously.

"Do you think I can still take him back under these circumstances?"

Gozuki's face darkened, exuding a dangerous aura.

"You can't even beat a kid, and your words are making you look like a fool. Of course, you can't take him back!"

Bill didn't voice his thoughts but instead asked, "So, what's your plan now?"

"Our assassination unit was formed to eliminate obstacles for the empire. Now, someone is obstructing its establishment. That makes him an obstacle, and I, Gozuki, will eliminate this obstacle for the empire!"

"But this child's combat ability is extraordinary. Shouldn't we try to bring him into the empire's fold?"

Broly's strength was undeniable, and Bill also saw potential in him.

Though not a warrior, Bill wanted the boy for his experiments.

"He's too powerful. Trying to control a force beyond our grasp will only harm us!"

Gozuki's eyes were cold. This wasn't just about saving face after being humiliated by the boy. He genuinely feared the boy's monstrous strength and potential.

"Are you confident?"

"My imperial weapon, Murasame, can curse anyone it grazes. I might not be able to kill him with an ordinary weapon, but if I can just scratch him with Murasame..."

Gozuki didn't finish, but his meaning was clear. He was very confident.

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"Broly, here's some freshly roasted bird meat."

Nahashu handed Broly a skewer.

"How's the boy that got kicked? Is he okay?"

Taking the skewer, Broly asked about the boy he had kicked.

"Green is fine, just a bit swollen on his stomach."

"That's good. Tell him I made the guy who kicked him swell up too."

Broly was a bit angry that one of his "external wives" had been kicked.

If Gozuki hadn't mentioned bringing happiness when he first appeared, Broly might have killed him with a stronger kick.

But now, not only was Gozuki alive, he kept charging at Broly, asking to be kicked.

Even Vampa spiders would run away after being hurt, but Gozuki didn't. Broly wondered if he had been too gentle.

After some thought, Broly realized that might be the case.

[Then, I'll use more force.]

As Gozuki charged again, Broly raised his foot.

But then, he noticed Gozuki's hair suddenly flared out.

Gozuki's long hair expanded like steel needles, obscuring Broly's vision.

This move, called "Wild Hair Technique," could make his hair as hard as steel.

But this time, it was just to disrupt Broly's vision. The real attack was the blade hidden behind the hair, moving in a different trajectory—a visual misdirection.

Gozuki had used this technique to kill many strong enemies, and this time would be no exception.

Broly didn't understand what Gozuki was doing. As he prepared to kick the steel-like hair, a loud splash came from behind.

Turning around, Broly saw the large crocodile he had knocked out earlier escaping into the water.

"My breakfast."

He turned away without a second thought.

[Got him!]

The cursed blade swung toward Broly's neck.

But in the next moment, Broly abandoned the fight and chased after the fleeing crocodile.

His small foot sank into the mud, and the force sent a clump of dirt flying into Gozuki's face.

Before Gozuki could react, the dirt struck his forehead, knocking him unconscious.

The cursed blade fell from his hand as he was sent flying.

He rolled several times before being caught by two intelligence agents near Bill.

"Sir Bill, Gozuki has been severely injured and is unconscious."

The agent checking on Gozuki reported.

"What should we do?"

Another agent asked.

"What else can we do? Run!"

The boy who had incapacitated Gozuki was only chasing a crocodile, not dead. Bill wasn't foolish. If even Gozuki, a former Four Demon General, was defeated, what chance did he, a drug-enhanced department head, have against the monstrous boy?

"What about Gozuki's sword?"

Bill glanced at the blade. "It's broken. What use is it? Grab him and let's go."

A damaged imperial weapon was useless, and every second they stayed was a risk.

The group hastily carried the unconscious Gozuki onto their mounts.

With a roar from the flying danger beast, the intelligence agents fled.

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry, taking nothing but their wounded.

Underwater, the crocodile thrashed, stirring up mud to hide its escape.

But with a single energy blast from Broly, the river was split, and the crocodile was forced back onto the shore.

"Where are they?"

After emerging from the water, Broly noticed Gozuki and the others were gone.

"Broly, they ran away. They flew off on a danger beast in that direction."

Nahashu pointed in the direction the intelligence agents had fled.

Broly noted the direction but didn't pursue. He had more important matters—preparing his breakfast.

"The skin is too tough. Our knives can't pierce it."

The children trying to help process the crocodile found their weapons useless against its thick hide.

At the thought of this, Broly had an idea. Earlier today, before he had blasted a path through the forest, he had hunted a group of long-haired, soft-furred creatures.

Broly walked over to the corpse of a long-haired deer, pulled off some of its fur, and began weaving it.

However, even after someone had finished preparing the long-haired deer's meat, Broly still hadn't managed to shape the soft fur into anything resembling a shoe.

"What are you doing?" Akame asked, coming over.

"Making shoes," Broly replied.

"Can you really make shoes just out of fur?"

Akame wasn't sure.

"My father made shoes out of fur."

"Really?"

"I didn't bring them with me, otherwise I'd show you. They were so soft!"

Even though he had rarely worn shoes on Planet Vampa, Broly confidently assured the girl.

"Using the same kind of fur as your clothes?"

"Yes."

Akame reached out and touched Broly's Baya fur clothing. It was indeed very soft.

But it wasn't exactly fur—more like some kind of plant fiber.

"Does anyone here know how to make shoes?"

Akame thought for a moment, then asked the other children.

"I do."

One of the children raised his hand.

"My father was a shoemaker. Later, he got into gambling, lost a lot of money, and I was sold off. This kind of handiwork isn't difficult for me."

"Can you weave this fur into shoes?"

"I think so."

The boy who knew how to make shoes nodded after some thought. His hands were much more skilled than Broly's.

He first found some vines, scraped off the bark, and removed the thorns, turning them into simple materials for making shoes.

Twisting and overlapping the vine bark, he quickly shaped it into the form of a sandal.

"I used to make them out of dried grass. That was more durable and softer. I haven't tried vine bark before, but if we add fur, it should make them softer."

As he spoke, he quickly wove the shoes.

By the time the meat was almost done roasting, a crude pair of vine-and-fur sandals had been made by the boy.

Akame tried them on and found them quite comfortable. Aside from being a bit too big, they were far better than the wooden shoes she had been wearing.

"We need more vines and fur to make more shoes."

Broly said.

"I can't make shoes for everyone by myself."

The shoemaker boy shook his head. There were over seventy people here.

"Then let's all make them together. You just need to teach us how to make shoes."

Tsukushi and some other children with nimble fingers chimed in.

The group of children gradually gathered to discuss making shoes.

But before that, they needed to eat.

Tonight's main dishes were long-haired deer and some large, long insects. The roasted deer had a strong flavor, while the roasted insects had a fruity, woody aroma. Their texture was like chewy beef tendon—a bit tough at first, but the more you chewed, the more flavorful they became.

On the exchange page of the Crystal Palace, this dish was called "Haisen Giant Insect Roast," and its exchange price was about the same as a pork cutlet rice bowl.

The soup was fish soup. Some small fish had been caught from the forest stream and cooked in the swamp crab shell from yesterday.

The fish didn't have a name, but even without salt, the soup was incredibly flavorful.

While cooking the soup, Bony suggested adding mushrooms to give it some color, but the idea was unanimously rejected.

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**Chapter 34: The Tumbleweed Shoes, the Birth of a Slacker, and the Southern Direction!**

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone started learning how to make shoes. Broly was also learning.

But his craftsmanship was rather poor. The vines and fur in his hands always ended up as a ball-shaped mess.

"You could probably still wear it if you stuffed your foot in."

Kurome commented on the shoes he had made.

Broly tried it, and it did fit. But he was probably the only one who could wear such round, tumbleweed-like shoes and still move around freely.

"Do you need help?"

Looking at the tumbleweed shoes on Broly's feet, even the youngest child couldn't bring themselves to say they needed his help.

"Broly, I think it's better if we make our own shoes."

"Alright, let me know if you need help."

Broly was a bit disappointed. Maybe he shouldn't have finished his shoes so quickly.

"Do you need help?"

Cornelia, sensing that he just wanted something to do, said, "Broly, could you help scrape some vine bark?"

Everyone was still getting the hang of making shoes, and if they made a mistake with the vine bark, they'd have to start over with new materials.

"Sure."

Broly picked up a small knife and started scraping the vine bark. This group activity reminded him of playing cat's cradle. Even just helping out made him feel a bit happy.

After his brief experience as a schoolboy in the world of Fate, Broly occasionally felt a sense of loneliness on Planet Vampa.

Though he rarely showed it, the feeling was there, and now it manifested in his desire to be more involved in group activities.

So, he scraped a lot of vine bark, but only a small portion was actually used. The rest ended up as firewood.

---

"You were defeated by a bunch of wild children bought for screening? Am I hearing this correctly?"

"Lord Nishinomya, there's one among them who's incredibly strong, with monstrous power..."

"Stop. I'm not interested in how you were defeated. All I know is that Minister Onest ordered you to form an assassination unit.

And I've already provided the people, money, and supplies you needed to carry out that order. But you've brought me bad news."

"My lack of strength led to this failure. I beg for your forgiveness, Lord Nishinomya, but I still hope to receive some support to wash away this disgrace."

"Gouzai, you were once one of the Four Rakshasa Demons. If even you couldn't handle this person, what good would ordinary support do?"

"If possible, I would like to ask you to request additional support from Minister Onest, perhaps from the other Rakshasa Demons."

Gouzai said, a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

"Gouzai, if you had said that rebel forces attacked you and hindered the formation of the assassination unit, I would have immediately mobilized local troops to support you. But you're telling me it was because of a child you bought?"

"That child is a monster. His strength is terrifying. I swear it on my life."

"Fine, let's say you're telling the truth. But what is his identity? Is he a rebel?"

"No."

"If he's not a rebel, then how dare you ask me to seek support for you? It's one thing for you to lose face, but don't drag me down with you in front of Minister Onest.

Right now, the Empire needs people everywhere. The current Four Rakshasa Demons are responsible for the Minister's personal security.

So, no one has time to help you regain the face you lost to a child. Do you understand?"

"But that monster took the children we were screening for the assassination unit."

"The Empire doesn't tolerate incompetence. I don't want to hear your complaints about difficulties. Overcome them yourself. To me, results are all that matter. Similarly, Minister Onest only cares about the successful formation of the assassination unit."

After being kicked out of the palace, Gouzai's expression was grim. If he had the ability to overcome this difficulty alone, why would he have come here to beg for help?

"That guy probably thinks we're just here to make money."

Bill said.

"A miser who only cares about money."

Gouzai cursed.

"Forget it. This is the Empire. The harder you work, the more you lose."

"What are you going to do?"

"I plan to use death row inmates for drug enhancement experiments and hypnotic control. What about you? Are you still planning to go after that monster?"

Gouzai fell silent. His Imperial Arm had broken without even scratching the kid. What could he do even if he went back? He sighed.

"I'll do the same as you. Train the six kids we have for now. If the higher-ups don't care, why should I?"

"You'll die if you can't complete the mission."

Bill reminded him.

"It's just a worthless life anyway."

As an assassin, Gouzai knew the fate of assassins. Dying of old age in turbulent times was almost impossible. Dying on a mission was the reality.

Fortunately, training assassins took time. No matter how much he slacked off, he'd still have a few years of peace. He'd figure it out then.

As for that little monster who humiliated him, if the Empire wasn't worried, why should he be?

Once he decided to slack off, the world seemed much brighter.

A once-feared assassin, after encountering a monster and being ignored by his superiors, had become a slacker.

[My strength isn't top-tier, but it's still first-rate. If even I can't harm that monster, what will happen if he grows up? What if the rebels recruit him? Hah...]

Gouzai thought, then turned to the bald man beside him. "Want to go for a drink?"

"No time. You're injured. Don't drink too much."

The bald man, Bill, said and walked away.

---

After making the vine shoes, the journey became much easier. But perhaps because they wanted to exit the forest from a different direction than where they had entered, the group ended up walking along the path Broly had blasted through the Gifunora Sea Tree Forest for three days before reaching the edge.

This was the western border of the Empire, near the Western Kingdom, separated by a dangerous mangrove swamp.

The brown-skinned girl, upon seeing the mangrove swamp, looked pleasantly surprised. "This is Rivalina's homeland. I used to live in a place like this."

She had been captured by slavers. She never expected that by following the group through the forest, she would return to a familiar place.

Of course, this wasn't her home yet, but with this reference point, she now knew the direction to her home.

"My father said that the mangroves connect to a giant tree forest in the north. That forest is filled with terrifying dangerous beasts, and we were told not to go near it. If this is the giant tree forest, then Rivalina's home should be further south."

Seeing the girl's excitement, Broly said, "Then let's head further south."

"Yeah!"

The children cheered in agreement. These days of travel had helped the temporary group bond, and they all respected Broly as their leader.

"Idiots, you're going the wrong way. That's east."

With Tsukushi's reminder, the group of misled children turned back.

"Let's try again. We're heading south this time."

A bit embarrassed, Broly shouted again.

This time, they got the direction right.

"Try using this."

Just as Broly was about to tear something apart with his hands, Akame brought over a broken sword. Although the demonic sword Murasame had snapped when it struck Broly's neck, it was still made from the materials of a super-dangerous beast, combined with rare metals like orichalcum. The hide of a mere B-level dangerous beast crocodile couldn't withstand its cutting edge.

"This blade is sharp, Kurome, be careful."

Seeing her younger sister holding the broken blade and wanting to help cut the crocodile meat, Akame quickly warned her.

"Broly, are you okay?"

A girl came over to ask. Broly remembered her name was Cornelia.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Broly was a bit confused by her question.

"You just got hit by that sword."

Hearing this, the other children around quickly turned their attention to him.

Broly touched the spot where the sword had struck him. There wasn't even a scratch, let alone a wound.

"Maybe that guy didn't eat enough and didn't have much strength."

The surrounding children: "..."

Was that really the issue?

Never mind, it didn't matter.

In any case, Broly was awesome, Broly was incredible.

"The crocodile meat is ready."

"Chomp chomp..."

Broly was eating, while the other children watched him.

"This is delicious, want some?"

Noticing their gazes, Broly looked up and asked.

"No, we're already full."

Nahashu waved his hand. After eating so much fish and bird meat, there was no way they could eat more.

However, Akame, the chubby boy Lozan, Cornelia who had just asked Broly if he was okay, and the mushroom girl Bony, who had picked poisonous mushrooms last night and seemed a bit dim-witted, all came over to eat.

These people who came to eat shared one characteristic: their strength far exceeded what children of their age should have.

Of course, Broly was an exception. Among them, the chubby boy Lozan, who could almost lift a bear, had the biggest appetite.

Next was Cornelia, but since she was older, it was normal for her to eat more. Then came Bony, and finally Akame.

Broly ate the majority of the roasted crocodile, while the others ate a small portion, leaving a bit behind.

"Let's keep this as food for the road."

Broly said this and prepared to set off.

"Hey, where are we going?"

One of the children asked.

"I'm taking you all to find happiness."

Broly pointed in the direction Nahashu had indicated earlier, where the imperial intelligence agents had gone.

Gouzai was a clown, but he had provided Broly with crucial information: the direction of "happiness."