At West City Hospital, everyone finally gathered together, carefully lifting Alvin onto a mobile stretcher.
“Hurry!”
“Take him to the emergency room!”
“Prepare a blood transfusion!”
“Treat his wounds immediately before they become infected!”
Just as the medical staff began pushing the stretcher toward the emergency ward…
A familiar voice rang out from the sky.
“Everyone!”
Heads shot upward.
Riding atop the Flying Nimbus, Goku streaked through the air before landing beside Alvin.
Without even taking time to greet everyone, he immediately pulled out a small green bean and placed it in Alvin’s mouth.
“This is a Senzu Bean.”
“You’ll be fine after you eat it.”
The doctors and nurses had barely recovered from the shock of seeing a little boy arrive on a flying cloud before they watched him feed an unidentified object to a critically injured patient.
One of the doctors immediately shouted,
“He’s critically injured!”
“You can’t just feed him random things!”
“What if something goes wrong?”
Several hospital administrators glared at Goku.
This patient had been personally entrusted to them by Bulma, the daughter of Capsule Corporation’s founder.
If anything happened to him…
None of them would be able to explain themselves.
Just then—
“Hey, everyone.”
“It looks like I’m still alive.”
Alvin suddenly sat upright on the stretcher as if nothing had happened.
Silence.
Every doctor stood frozen.
Several jaws literally dropped.
Even Bulma and the others looked surprised.
None of them had expected the Senzu Bean to be this miraculous.
One of the hospital directors stared blankly at the doctors beside him.
“…Is this really the critically injured patient Miss Bulma called about?”
A doctor muttered in disbelief,
“…This makes absolutely no scientific sense.”
It didn’t.
But it made perfect sense in the world of Dragon Ball.
Ignoring the dumbfounded medical staff, everyone laughed and climbed into their vehicles before heading back to Bulma’s house.
Bulma stayed behind just long enough to apologize to the hospital staff before quickly catching up with the others.
The doctors remained standing outside, silently watching the convoy disappear into the distance.
Their understanding of reality had just completely collapsed.
…
As everyone chatted along the way, Alvin quietly opened his System.
Infinite Combat Evolution System
Host: Alvin
Race: Earthling
Age: 17
Power Level: 300
Skills:
Kamehameha Lv.1
Divine Fist Burst (Incomplete)
Life Level: 0.1 (Increases by 1 for every additional 50 million Battle Power.)
Passive Abilities:
Power Inheritance
Danger Sense
In less than a week…
His Battle Power had risen from a mere 10…
…to 300.
Looking at the numbers, Alvin couldn’t help smiling proudly.
“As expected…”
“I’m a genius.”
“Everything I’ve achieved today…”
“…is entirely thanks to my own hard work.”
Alvin let out a satisfied sigh before closing the System window.
After spending the night at Bulma’s house, everyone set out the next morning for the cave where Master Roshi had hidden the Dragon Balls.
“Kamehameha!”
A brilliant blue beam blasted into the collapsed mountainside.
The explosion doubled the size of the cave entrance, clearing a path straight inside.
“Let’s go.”
The group entered together.
As they walked, Alvin quietly reached out and took Lazuli’s hand.
He could feel it trembling.
He squeezed it gently.
“Don’t worry.”
“Everyone…”
“…will come back.”
Lazuli silently nodded.
Together, they carried the sealed Dragon Ball container back into the open.
Bulma looked toward Alvin.
“So…”
“Should we make the wish now?”
Everyone’s eyes turned toward him.
He had defeated Demon King Piccolo.
He had recovered the Dragon Balls.
He had saved the world.
No one objected to letting him make the wish.
Besides…
They all knew what Alvin wanted.
His wish—to revive everyone killed by Piccolo and his offspring—would also bring Krillin back to life.
It was a wish everyone shared.
Alvin shook his head.
“Not yet.”
“We should buy supplies first.”
“Tents.”
“Blankets.”
“Food.”
“If everyone suddenly comes back to life without any preparation…”
“They’ll only be frightened.”
No one disagreed.
After purchasing everything they might need, the group boarded their aircraft and headed north.
Back…
…to Alvin’s hometown.
Radish Town.
The weather here was much colder than West City.
Everyone wore thick winter clothing as they approached the ruined settlement.
Compared to when Alvin had left…
Most of the debris had already been cleared away.
Only a few sections of ruins remained.
Night had fallen.
Powerful floodlights illuminated the disaster zone.
Workers dressed in heavy coats continued clearing rubble despite the freezing cold.
Every victim’s body had already been recovered.
Since there hadn’t been enough time to arrange funerals, they had all been placed inside temporary refrigerated storage.
Looking at the shattered town…
Alvin’s heart filled with countless emotions.
He slowly placed all seven Dragon Balls onto the ground.
“Come forth…”
“Shenron.”
“And grant my wish!”
Dark clouds suddenly swallowed the stars.
Even the workers far away in the disaster zone looked up in confusion.
“Is it going to rain?”
“But the weather forecast said today would be clear…”
Fortunately, the group had gathered in a secluded valley far from town.
No one would witness what was about to happen.
The seven Dragon Balls erupted with dazzling golden light.
The beams intertwined high above the valley.
Then…
The light faded.
Before them appeared an enormous emerald dragon, its immense body coiling through the sky.
Its crimson eyes slowly opened.
“State your wish.”
“Any wish…”
“…I shall grant.”
Everyone instinctively turned toward Alvin.
Their eyes were filled with hope.
Alvin stepped forward.
“Please revive…”
“…everyone killed by Demon King Piccolo and his offspring.”
“That wish is very—”
He suddenly stopped speaking.
Everyone blinked in confusion.
This had never happened before.
High above the world, at the Lookout…
The Guardian slowly nodded in approval.
A fine wish.
He immediately established a telepathic connection with Shenron.
“Shenron.”
“Before reviving them…”
“Restore the bodies of those who were too badly damaged.”
“That way…”
“…more people can be brought back.”
Shenron answered respectfully,
“Guardian…”
“That technically counts as two wishes.”
The Guardian smiled faintly.
“I will lend you my divine power.”
He infused Shenron’s statue with additional divine energy.
Down below…
A red light flashed across Shenron’s eyes.
“No problem.”
“That wish is easily within my power.”
“I have granted your wish.”
“And repaired the bodies of those who were incomplete.”
Shenron’s body shone brilliantly.
The seven Dragon Balls rose into the sky.
They spun rapidly before scattering across the world as seven streaks of golden light.
…
Krillin slowly opened his eyes.
“Huh…?”
“I…”
“I thought I died…”
Still wearing the suit from the World Martial Arts Tournament, he stared blankly at his own hands.
“…I’m alive?”
Seeing Krillin standing there in perfect health…
Lazuli and Lapis could no longer contain themselves.
“They really came back…”
“Our family…”
“They’re alive too!”
Alvin smiled.
“Everyone.”
“Let’s go home.”
“Afterward, we’ll have a barbecue at my house.”
“We’ll celebrate defeating Demon King Piccolo…”
“…and celebrate everyone’s return.”
Cheers erupted from the group.
They boarded the large aircraft and flew toward Radish Town.
…
Meanwhile…
Absolute chaos had broken out inside the town.
Every single victim had suddenly come back to life.
The workers responsible for guarding the bodies were so terrified that several security guards fainted on the spot.
For a while…
Everyone thought ghosts had returned.
Some were even preparing incense and paper offerings, convinced the spirits had come back to haunt them.
It took quite some time before anyone finally realized…
They weren’t ghosts.
The dead had truly come back to life.
Once the confusion settled…
Alvin, Lazuli, and Lapis finally returned home.
They reunited with their families at last.
Watching the emotional reunions unfold throughout the town…
Bulma, Master Roshi, and the others smiled warmly.
Only Krillin walked quietly behind the group, scratching his bald head with a conflicted expression.
He still couldn’t quite accept the fact that he had actually been killed…
…and then brought back to life by the Dragon Balls.
Send those stones my way—the more, the merrier.