Dragon Ball Villain System

The Inotolu Hotel is a high-end consumption place. Every piece of carving used to decorate the walls has been put into a lot of effort by the carvers. Some carvers even carve until they are blind for a single work. .zhetian.ishu8. Looking out from the window sill, you can see the undulating ocean. Advanced machine puppets provide tea, drinks, red wine and fruits 24 hours a day. The bed is made of space cotton, and the quilt is embroidered with magnificent patterns in gold thread. The hotel is no less luxurious than the Presidential Palace, or even more luxurious than the Presidential Palace.

Ino Toru Grand Hotel, even a child can see that this is a mistake. Wouldn't it be a joke to hang the wrong signboard in such a high-end place?

"Are you kidding me?" After a brief silence, Tao Baibai stood up from the sofa and pointed his right index finger at Blanc's forehead.

"Mr. Taobaibai, please listen to what I have to say." Blanc was unusually calm and put out the cigarette butts on his fingertips in the ashtray: "Imagine that there are two majestic stone lions at the door of the hotel, delicate and soft. The red carpet goes from the street to the bedroom. The plaque is made of expensive golden nanmu, but the wrong name is carved on it. Everyone will be curious, and the wrong sign of the Inotolu Hotel will become a topic that the world talks about. "

"Oh" Tao Baibai's eyes lit up, and he slowly retracted the finger pointed at Blanc's forehead.

"Everything in the world can make money, and mistakes are no exception. The key is whether your thinking can turn around." Blanc crossed his legs and wiped his black leather shoes with a paper towel: "You are not the only one in a five-star hotel. When this free advertisement sweeps the country, it will naturally attract more customers."

Businessmen don't care about reputation, and people who care about reputation can't be businessmen. The purpose of a businessman is only to make money, and the process is not important.

A smile gradually appeared on Tao Baibai's face, she nodded and asked, "Very good, what's your name?"

"Blank."

"Mr. Blanc, you are a talented person. You can stay at the Inotolu Hotel as the new general manager." Tao Baibai threw the braid hanging on her shoulders behind her, with appreciation in her tone.

"Isn't there a general manager at Inotolu Hotel?" Blanc didn't answer directly. He folded the black suit he had taken off and put on the sofa and put it on his forearm. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a weird smile.

"It will be gone soon." Tao Baibai turned her back to Blanc: "Come and invite me."

Five minutes later, an explosion and someone's wailing sound came from the office of Inotolu Hotel.

In the underworld, the palace of King Yama.

The King of Hell is sitting on a wooden armchair. He has a bunch of off-white horns, a beard, and is very large. He was looking through a notebook, writing and drawing in the notebook with a red pen: "Vegeta, you have done many evil things during your lifetime, and you deserve to be punished in hell and never be reincarnated."

Standing in front of the King of Hell was a child of only seven years old, with heavy shackles on his hands. He lowered his head and showed no expression, and had no objection to the judgment of the King of Hell. It's useless to have any objections. His physical body is very illusory and will disintegrate into a mass of soul without any lethality if he exerts even a little force.

"Take him to hell." The King of Hell closed the notebook, picked up the black gavel on his right, and slapped it hard on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Wait." Vegeta slowly raised his head and looked directly at the King of Hell, and said in a pleading tone: "My brother."

"Your brother's name is Tabur, right?" The King of Hell seemed to know that Vegeta would ask: "Tabur was too young and did no evil before he died. He has been reincarnated by me. He will be born in a month, and his location is in the Milky Way. A planet called Earth.”

"Thank you." Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Tarble was okay, he would be relieved.

"Don't you feel scared?" Yama held his cheek with his left hand and asked curiously. Anyone would cry and beg for forgiveness before going to hell, but Vegeta had an indifferent attitude: "Hell is very scary, and there is a lot of white everywhere. The withered bones and the lunatic who slashed people with knives.”

"To be honest." Vegeta was escorted forward by two underworld staff, and the heavy shackles tied to his legs were dragged on the ground: "It is already a surprise that he can have his own consciousness after death."

His thinking was the same as Bardock's, thinking that there would be nothing after death. The body gradually decomposed and white maggots crawled around the bones. It was definitely a surprise to be able to retain its own consciousness.

"Yes." The King of Hell nodded: "Next one"

A wisp of light blue soul flew in front of the King of Hell, like a burning flame only as big as a palm.

Vegeta continued to move forward with small steps. The shackles tied to his legs were too short, and the steps could only take so long. He lowered his head and chuckled. No one could believe that a person who was about to be thrown into hell could smile so sweetly.

The further they walked, the quieter they became. Smoke began to rise from the ground, and the air was filled with an indescribable pungent smell. The huge tree grew crookedly, its branches spread out like the hands of a vampire buried in a tomb. Black bats flew past, their dense red pupils lighting up in the darkness in the distance. The wind blows from your ears, and a bone-chilling chill sweeps through your body, as if there is some ghost lying in your ear laughing, celebrating a new soul falling into its arms.

The underworld staff responsible for escorting Vegeta also left, leaving Vegeta alone on the long and twisted path. This place is called the Endless Jungle, and as long as you are in it, you cannot get out. No matter which direction Vegeta goes, he will eventually return to the starting point. The only exit is the tree hole deep in the jungle. The chaos in the tree hole connects to the road to hell.

Many dead people who do not want to go to hell will spend several days in the endless dense forest until they collapse and crawl into the hole of the strange giant tree. Who is more terrifying, hell or the endless jungle, being bullied and tortured with knives by countless lunatics every day, or being absolutely alone?

Vegeta is an exception. He is very powerful, strong enough to wipe out the entire hell with blood. No one dares to bully him, and he will remain a lawless ghost hero after death. The only torture for him should be the environment of hell. Staying in that dark and damp ghost place forever will sooner or later make him crazy.

He sat under a twisted and growing tree, holding his knees with his hands, his face expressionless and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Vegeta, the legendary Super Saiyan." Someone's voice suddenly sounded in the endless jungle. The voice echoed from a distance, but it seemed to be said in Vegeta's ear: "You killed someone before your death. Many people should have gone to hell and never been reincarnated. Considering your youth and ignorance, I decided to give you a chance. Are you willing to be an underworld warrior in the Northern Galaxy?"

Vegeta closed his eyes, crossed his fingers and laid down on the back of his head: "I don't want to."

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