Zeno’s Palace.
The Grand Minister was accompanying Grand Zeno in a casual game of planet-popping.
Every time a colored sphere was cleared from the floating puzzle board, a corresponding planet in the cosmic mirror vanished from existence.
Grand Zeno was having the time of his life, giggling with every pop.
Suddenly, the Grand Minister paused, his gaze shifting toward the endless expanse outside the palace.
A rare ripple of surprise flashed through his serene eyes.
‘Boundless energy?’
Turning back to Zeno, he bowed respectfully.
“Lord Zeno, please excuse me for a moment.”
In an instant, he vanished from the palace, reappearing on an asteroid floating just outside the majestic domain.
He fixed his gaze in the direction of the mysterious energy surge and extended his own divine senses to investigate.
He couldn’t casually flex his true power inside the palace; doing so would immediately trigger the Zeno Attendants’ high alert, potentially causing an unnecessary conflict—or worse, displeasing Grand Zeno himself.
So, he had to step outside.
A moment later, his eyes widened slightly.
‘What is going on?’
‘I actually cannot trace the source!’
A subtle, uncontrollable tremor ran through his heart.
To his sheer astonishment, he couldn’t pinpoint the exact coordinates of this boundless energy.
He could only narrow it down to a general direction: somewhere between Universe 6 and Universe 7.
‘It seems I need to contact Whis and Vados.’
‘To think an anomaly of this magnitude would suddenly appear.
I wonder…
is this a blessing, or a curse?’
Five minutes later, back on Earth.
The prismatic light shrouding Alex slowly dimmed until it vanished completely.
Alex looked up at the endless blue sky, a satisfied smile on his face.
“So this is the power of the Boundless Core?”
Having fully assimilated the artifact, Alex felt an inexplicable, profound connection to all twelve universes.
It felt as though, with just a single thought, he could reach out and speak to anyone in existence.
There was just one tiny detail he was completely oblivious to: the act of absorbing that energy had just pinged the radar of the Grand Minister himself.
‘Should I try testing it out on someone?’ Alex mused.
‘No, wait.
I should assimilate the rest of my rewards first.’
He closed his eyes.
‘System!
Assimilate the Super Saiyan Bloodline.
Learn Super Saiyan God transformation, Ultimate Final Flash, Healing Magic, and Super Ki Control!’
“Ding!
Congratulations to the host for successfully assimilating the Super Saiyan Bloodline.” “Ding!
Super Saiyan God transformation learned.” “Ding!
Ultimate Final Flash learned.” “Ding!
Super Ki Control learned!”
He eagerly pulled up his status screen.
Host: Alex
Techniques: Super Tri-Beam, Flight, Giant Dodon Ray, Ultimate Final Flash…
Special Skills: Juggernaut Physique, Ultimate Kaio-ken, Telepathy, Super Precognition, Super Saiyan God, Healing Magic, Super Ki Control…
Special Items: Super Hyperbolic Time Chamber
Bloodline: Earthling, Saiyan
Base Power Level: 9.1 Billion
Looking over the updated data, Alex smiled in pure satisfaction.
‘Not bad at all.
That’s a massive leap from when I first got here.
This Slacker Master System really is a cheat code.’
‘I wonder how much Goku’s power level will jump after his stint in the Super Hyperbolic Time Chamber?
Hopefully, he gives me a pleasant surprise!’
‘Well, enough about that for now.
Let’s take this Boundless Core for a test drive.’
Having fused with the artifact, Alex innately understood how it worked.
He just needed to mentally search for a specific ki signature to establish a telepathic link.
He tapped his chin in thought.
Who should he contact first?
For his inaugural cross-universe call, it had to be someone with absurd natural talent and terrifying combat power.
‘Absurd natural talent…’
Suddenly, Alex’s eyes lit up, and he smacked his fist into his palm.
“Speaking of absurd talent…
isn’t Broly the ultimate mutant?”
‘Broly is the Legendary Super Saiyan!
Whether it’s raw potential or mid-battle growth, the guy is an absolute monster!
If I remember the lore correctly, Broly and his father Paragus were exiled to Planet Vampa.’
‘But where exactly is Planet Vampa?
Without a spatial coordinate or knowing what his ki feels like, how am I supposed to search for him?’
‘Man, this is a headache.
If only I had a map of the universe…’
He paused.
A sly smile slowly crept onto his face.
He knew exactly who had a map of the universe.
Without a second of hesitation, Alex took to the sky, rocketing straight toward West City.
A short flight later, he arrived.
As the most famous metropolis in the Dragon Ball world, West City was a bustling, prosperous hub of advanced technology and towering skyscrapers.
But Alex wasn’t here for a sightseeing tour.
Hovering high above the city skyline, he scanned the area until he locked onto a very specific, familiar ki signature.
He descended rapidly.
Down on a luxurious balcony at Capsule Corporation, Vegeta was currently shoving massive slices of pizza into his mouth like a starved wolf.
He grabbed an entire water cooler jug, tilted his head back, and chugged the whole thing in seconds.
“Vegeta, slow down!” a stunning, elegant woman sitting nearby sighed in exasperation.
It was Bulma.
She casually tossed an empty pizza box into the trash, every movement radiating the effortless charm and confidence of a mature woman.
Suddenly, Vegeta’s eyes sharpened.
He immediately dropped the empty water jug, sensing someone descending rapidly from the sky.
Seeing him actually stop, Bulma felt a flutter of pleasant surprise.
Over the years, getting the stubborn Saiyan Prince to listen to her nagging was a rare victory.
Getting him to eat gracefully felt like a massive accomplishment.
But her pride was short-lived.
Vegeta shot to his feet, his hardened gaze locked onto the sky above them.
Confused by his sudden tension, Bulma followed his line of sight.
Someone was hovering just above their balcony.
‘Is it Gohan?’ she wondered.
‘No, the outfit is all wrong.’
The figure descended smoothly, touching down lightly on the balcony right in front of them.
It was a young man with a flawless, athletic build and remarkably striking, handsome features.
He was so classically good-looking that even Vegeta momentarily blinked in surprise.
Though Vegeta immediately scoffed in his mind.
‘Hmph.
Pretty boy.
He doesn’t hold a candle to the elite presence of the Prince of all Saiyans!’
Bulma, however, had no such filter.
Her eyes widened.
“Oh my, you’re handsome!”
Vegeta’s eye twitched with instant jealousy.
He crossed his arms and let out a loud, irritated scoff.
“Hmph!”
The visitor was, of course, Alex.
He gave Vegeta a quick glance before turning his attention to Bulma.
While she wasn’t exactly in her twenties anymore, she carried herself with an incredible, mature allure.
Thanks to her high-end lifestyle and science, her skin and figure were flawless, making her look like she was barely in her early thirties.
She easily outshone women half her age.
The confident, mature charm she radiated was something young girls simply couldn’t replicate.
She was undeniably stunning.
However, Alex quickly reminded himself that staring at another man’s wife was extremely impolite—especially when that husband was a highly volatile alien prince standing right next to her.
He smoothly shifted his gaze and offered a polite smile.
“Hello, Bulma.”
Bulma blinked, a little taken aback.
“Huh?
You know who I am?”
“You’re the wealthiest, most brilliant woman on Earth,” Alex replied effortlessly.
“How could I not know you?”