In Kami’s long memory, every gathering of the dragon ball was often accompanied by endless greed and slaughter.
His original intention in creating the dragon ball was to bring hope to the brave, but reality always went counter to his wishes.
Therefore, he held an extremely high level of vigilance toward any act of summoning Shenron.
Mr.Popo followed Kami’s gaze, a look of surprise in his round eyes: “Lord Kami, that is Son Goku’s friend. His name is Yamcha.”
“I know him.”
Kami nodded, tightening his fingers around his cane, “During the battle against Demon King Piccolo, both he and the martial artist named Tien Shinhan displayed commendable courage. Although their strength was still shallow, someone who could become friends with Son Goku would by nature never be a heinous villain.”
Kami did not doubt Yamcha’s character; what truly made him feel strange and even uneasy was the wish Yamcha had just shouted.
“Saiyan.”
Kami chewed on those three words.
This vocabulary was extremely unfamiliar; there were definitely no relevant records in Earth’s ancient books and history.
Yet the moment Yamcha shouted this name, Kami felt an inexplicable palpitation.
His ancient Bloodline originating from the depths of the distant Universe, or rather the subconscious belonging to the Namek, seemed to be faintly hinting at something.
Fragments of memory flickered in his mind.
He seemed to have heard this name before.
“Why is Yamcha obsessed with becoming a Saiyan?”
Kami knitted his brows, “Is he pursuing power, or has he sensed some kind of crisis?”
Mr.Popo turned to look at Kami: “Lord Kami, if that wish is truly threatening, we can go and stop him.”
As the Earth’s deity and the most Genius of the Dragon Clan from Namek, his current Power Level could be considered top three on Earth.
After a moment, Kami shook his head.
“Mr.Popo, we should believe in Son Goku’s little buddy.”
Kami relaxed his grip on the cane, “Besides, since he is not using the wish to do evil, as a deity, I should not arbitrarily interfere with the right of a Mortal to make a wish, furthermore…”
Kami’s gaze grew profound.
“Shenron seems to have run into trouble.”
…
Lower Realm, rocky canyon.
A fierce wind whipped up a sky full of yellow sand, lashing against Yamcha’s face.
Dark clouds pressed down, and a huge green Dragon coiled in mid-air, its massive body obscuring all light.
The sound of thunder echoed through the canyon.
“This wish…”
Shenron’s voice vibrated the surrounding air, stirring up visible ripples in concentric circles.
Yamcha tilted his head up, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.
As long as the Saiyan Bloodline was in hand, what ten times Gravity Chamber, a hundred times Gravity Chamber, none of it would be an issue at all.
As long as he endured a few near-death states, his Power Level could skyrocket exponentially, and once he became a Super Saiyan…
The World Martial Arts Tournament a year later, Vegeta seven years later, and even most threats thereafter would all become stepping stones for him to step onto the Peak of the Universe.
However.
Shenron’s huge head slowly lowered, stopping less than ten meters away from Yamcha.
Those red eyes reflecting lightning stared at him and spat out three words.
“Cannot be done.”
“What?”
Yamcha couldn’t believe his ears, even suspecting that the wind was too loud and he had heard wrong.
Shenron did not repeat itself, only gazing at him.
After a brief daze, Yamcha’s brows knitted into a dead knot.
“Shenron, you possess the power to resurrect the dead and restore youth. Changing a person’s physical structure and Bloodline should be very easy for you! You even know about the legend of the Super Saiyan, which shows you possess the relevant knowledge, why can you not turn me into a Saiyan?”
Yamcha spoke at an extremely fast pace.
He could not accept this result; this was the best and most secure path to break the deadlock that he had planned for himself.
Shenron fell silent for a few breaths.
Its massive body rolled once within the clouds.
“What you said is correct.”
Shenron’s voice sounded once more, “Changing a single organism’s Bloodline and reshaping bodily genes is indeed very easy for me.”
“Then why?” Yamcha pursued relentlessly.
Shenron’s red eyes flickered, and its huge head lowered by another fraction.
This time, Yamcha actually heard a trace of helplessness from the tone of this divine creation.
“There is a force of rules far surpassing me countless times, even overriding the operational Law of this world, restricting your race.”
Shenron exhaled a scorching breath, blowing away the dust around Yamcha.
“That power rejects any tampering from external forces, therefore, I cannot do it.”
In the storm-tossed canyon, Yamcha completely gave up hope.
He stood dazedly in place, continuously replaying Shenron’s words in his mind.
A power countless times surpassing Shenron.
Rules overriding the Law.
Yamcha closed his eyes, and with a thought, that panel only he could see instantly surfaced.
[strongest earthling system]
[Host: Yamcha]
[Power Level: 168]
[Skills: New Wolf Fang Fist, Kamehameha, Spirit Ball, Turtle School Martial Arts…]
[Main Quests: 1: I, Yamcha, will never become a meme. 2: World Martial Arts Tournament champion.]
So that was it.
He finally came to his senses.
The System was named “strongest earthling system”, and its core requirement was that the Host must climb to the Peak of power in the identity of an Earthling.
It gave quests and rewards, but uniquely did not allow the Host to change to another race’s Bloodline to cheat.
No wonder even Shenron was helpless against it.
Yamcha opened his eyes, looking at the incomparably massive Shenron before him, his lips involuntarily curling into a self-deprecating sneer.
Before, he had even thought himself clever, wanting to use Shenron to exploit a bug in the System, directly changing into a Saiyan shell to complete the quest lying down.
Now looking at it, that was simply wishful thinking.
No Saiyan near-death Breakthrough.
No Namek limb Rebirth.
No terrifying talent of the Frost Demons.
He only had a Mortal flesh body.
This Earthling body that, in the original work, was blown up by Saibamen, completely abused by Cell Jr., and even easily pierced through the chest by Dr. Gero.
“Damn it!” Yamcha exhaled a breath in a low voice.
But he did not fly into a rage.
On the contrary, as the shortcut was thoroughly severed, that trace of wishful thinking deep within his heart was also shattered at this moment.
Since the retreat route was gone, he could only move forward.
So what if it was the ceiling of Earthlings?
As long as I don’t stop, ceilings are meant to be smashed.
Yamcha raised his head.
Shenron looked at the Mortal on the ground whose aura had changed, and slowly spoke: “In that case, then, state your wish.”
Yamcha’s brain operated at high speed.
Ten days later, he would enter the Gravity Chamber manufactured by Bulma.
With his current physical strength, the load of entering would be too great.
He had originally planned to turn into a Saiyan and endure it head-on.
Now that this path was unfeasible, he had to find a method that could allow an Earthling body to quickly adapt to extreme environments.
“Shenron.”
“My wish is…”