“Since I cannot change my Bloodline, then give me the body of the strongest Earth person!”
Yamcha raised his head, facing the sky-filling sand and dust, and roared out the fallback plan he had carefully considered.
“Shenron! Please grant me ‘Absolute Environmental Adaptability’!”
“I want the ability to freely survive in all the harshest environments, such as the Universe vacuum, deep sea, extreme cold, and extreme heat!”
“In addition, let my cells possess ultra-strong load-bearing capacity; even if I use a Move that surpasses the limits of my body, my Physical Body will not easily collapse!”
The green Shenron in mid-air glared with its red eyes, looking down at this tiny human below.
This…
counts as one wish?
The strongest Earth person body, extreme environment immunity, and ultra-strong cellular load.
This kid simply split one wish into three parts to use!
How insatiable!
On Shenron’s majestic Dragon face, its whiskers twitched unnaturally twice.
According to the rules, it could completely reject this packaged, rogue-like wish-making.
But its massive “Divine Sense” swept past Yamcha.
Inside this Mortal body, the aura left from fighting Demon King Piccolo still lingered.
“This is an exception.”
Shenron’s voice exploded in the clouds, and its huge red eyes suddenly lit up with red light.
“Your wish has been granted.”
Before Yamcha could react, a white pillar of light descended from the sky, completely enveloping his entire person.
Boom!
A warm current brutally poured in from the crown of his head, scouring his limbs and bones.
Yamcha bit down hard on his teeth.
He could feel that his bones were reassembling after shattering, and his muscles were torn apart by a savage force, then twisted together in a tougher manner.
The cells in the deepest parts were undergoing a certain qualitative change, greedily devouring the miraculous power bestowed by Shenron.
A century seemed to have passed, or perhaps it was only a few short seconds.
The white light dissipated.
“So, goodbye.”
Shenron’s massive body turned into a golden light that shot straight into the sky, then exploded at the top of the clouds, transforming back into seven dragon balls.
Accompanied by seven sounds of breaking through the air, the dragon balls turned into grayish-white stones and flew away in all directions across the world.
The dark clouds in the sky quickly receded, and sunlight shone back into the canyon.
Yamcha stood in place.
He lowered his head to look at his hands.
On the surface, he was still that Earth person Yamcha.
But the moment he clenched his fists, the air made a loud explosion sound.
The “Qi” inside his body that originally required deliberate mobilization to gather was now flowing smoothly in his Meridians like a roaring river.
The panel emerged.
[Yamcha Power Level: 263]
Although it did not double, and did not even Breakthrough three hundred, Yamcha was already very satisfied.
After all, Shenron did not directly bestow him with a Power Level.
This extra 95 Power Level was entirely an accompanying improvement after his physical hardware was upgraded.
He walked to the edge of the canyon and looked at the magma rift hundreds of meters deep below.
He leaped forward.
Yamcha smashed directly into the crimson magma.
He did not activate a Qi barrier defense.
The scorching magma wrapped around his body, and the high temperature was enough to melt steel instantly.
But Yamcha only felt a bit warm.
An invisible rule force field automatically formed on the surface of his skin, isolating the deadly high temperature outside.
This was the intuitive embodiment of “Absolute Environmental Adaptability”.
Bang!
His legs suddenly exerted force at the bottom of the magma, and his entire person broke through the magma surface, landing back on the rocks at the top of the canyon.
There was not even a trace of scorching on his body.
“Very good, it seems Shenron really did it.”
Yamcha flipped out a capsule from his backpack and pressed out an aircraft.
Ten days.
Within ten days, he wanted to polish every muscle and every cell of this new body to a degree of absolute control, and then go greet Bulma’s Gravity Chamber.
…
West City, Capsule Corp.
Underground Level 3 laboratory.
The huge metal cabin door was tightly shut, and the indicator lights on the surface flickered with blue light.
The cabin body presented a regular octahedron circular structure, forged entirely from silver-gray z-alloy.
Six thick energy transmission pipes connected to the micro-nuclear fusion array in the rear.
Bulma was wearing a lab coat, holding a cup of black coffee in her hand, and the dark circles under her eyes were heavier than ten days ago.
“Energy circuit stable.”
“Gravity generator nodes calibration complete.”
“Life support System online.”
Dr. Brief was biting on a pipe, his fingers tapping rapidly on the console, and a black cat was lying on his shoulder yawning.
“Lass, this boyfriend of yours is really a lunatic.”
Dr. Brief spat out a puff of white smoke, “The maximum output of this machine can reach ten times Earth gravity. A person who goes in will turn into a puddle of meat paste if they are slightly careless.”
Bulma took a sip of coffee, her gaze locked onto the cabin door.
“Doctor, Bulma.”
The laboratory’s automatic door opened, and Yamcha walked in.
Yamcha wore that orange martial arts uniform, his blue belt tightly bound, as he walked into the laboratory.
Dr. Brief looked him up and down twice with the pipe bitten in his mouth, while the black cat pricked up its ears.
“Young man, you seem to have gotten a lot stronger than ten days ago.”
The doctor pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping around Yamcha’s shoulders and arms.
As Earth’s top scientist, although he did not understand any Qi, the changes in physical fitness were visible to the naked eye.
“Doctor, can the Gravity Chamber be used?”
“Of course.”
Dr. Brief pulled a capsule remote control from his pocket, “All tests have been run, the maximum output is stable at ten times gravity, and the error does not exceed zero point three percent.”
“The safety mechanism also has triple backups; once the vital signs show danger signals, the System will automatically drop back to one times gravity.”
He threw the remote control and an operation manual to Yamcha.
“However, let us make it clear beforehand, this machine is the hard work of my daughter staying up for seven all-nighters.”
The doctor spat out white smoke, his tone bland, “You must not live up to her hard work.”
“Dad!” Bulma glared at the doctor.
Dr. Brief shrugged, hugged the black cat and walked toward the elevator.
When passing by Yamcha’s side, he patted his shoulder and did not say anything more.
Only two people were left in the laboratory.
Yamcha walked toward the Gravity Chamber cabin door and pressed his palm onto the z-alloy surface.
“Hey.” Bulma stopped him.
Yamcha looked back.
Bulma had her hands tucked in her lab coat pockets, her face turned to the side, not looking at him.
“… Do not train too hard. If you die inside, this Young Miss will not shed a single tear.”
“Got it.”
Yamcha smiled slightly and entered the cabin door.
The thick alloy door closed behind him, and all sounds from the outside world were isolated.
The space inside the cabin was larger than he expected.
About thirty meters in diameter, embedded on the arched inner wall of the dome were eight evenly distributed gravity generator nodes, with blue indicator lights arranged along the nodes.
The ground was paved with special shock-absorbing Materials, sinking slightly when stepped on.
Yamcha looked around, his gaze falling on a set of embedded speaker arrays on the wall.
“Dr. Brief even installed surround sound stereo?”
He looked again at the curvature of the dome and the seamless joint of the inner wall.
The external structure was a regular octahedron, and the inside was made into a spherical dome.
This design not only made the gravitational field distribution more uniform, but also solved the thermal insulation and heat preservation effects all at once.