“Let’s go, let’s find another place.”
Tien Shinhan took the towel, wiped his face, and looked up at the distant sky.
“This level of training is no longer useful.”
The highest point of Earth, Kamis Lookout.
The air was thin, and it was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.
Deep within the corridor behind Kamis Lookout, a wooden door painted with peculiar patterns was slowly pushed open.
Creak.
The sound of the door opening.
A young man wearing tattered martial arts clothes and with hair standing up like a hedgehog walked out.
Son Goku.
His clothes were tattered, covered in charred and torn marks, and there were a few newly scabbed bloodstains on his muscles.
“Hoo!”
Son Goku let out a long breath, sat heavily on the ground, and lay down in a big ‘X’ shape.
“I’m exhausted to death, that place inside is simply not a place for humans to stay.”
Son Goku looked at the white clouds above his head, but an excited smile hung on his face.
Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
One year inside was equal to one day outside.
The environment was extremely harsh, the gravity was four times that of Earth, extremely high and low temperatures alternated, and the air was so thin it was suffocating.
Even with a Saiyan Physique, surviving in there for a long time required immense willpower.
Mr.Popo silently appeared at the corner of the corridor, looking at Goku lying on the ground expressionlessly.
“You only stayed inside for 35 days,” Mr.Popo spoke.
“Sorry, sorry, there’s no way, my body really couldn’t take it anymore.” Son Goku scratched his head and flipped over to stand up.
He threw a casual punch.
Without using any Qi, it was pure physical strength.
Bang!
A sonic boom rang out in the air.
Mr.Popo’s round eyes narrowed slightly.
He could tell that after just one month of extreme limit training, the Power Level of the youth in front of him had undergone a qualitative leap.
“However, the harvest is huge!”
Son Goku grinned, a strong Battle Intent revealing itself in his eyes.
“Hehe, Mr.Popo, let’s fight again! This time, I should be able to see your movements clearly!”
Mr.Popo didn’t speak, silently assuming a starting stance.
Kami stood at a high vantage point leaning on a cane, looking down below.
The martial artists of Earth were all growing wildly in their own ways.
In less than a year, the World Martial Arts Tournament was destined to be the center of a major storm.
…
Age 755, March 2nd.
The red light flashed rapidly, and numbers jumped on the console screen.
Ten times Earth gravity.
This was a death zone sufficient to instantly crush an ordinary person’s organs.
Yamcha sat cross-legged in the exact center of the shock-absorbing floor, his eyes tightly closed and his breathing long and steady.
As soon as sweat seeped out of his pores, it was evaporated into white steam by the high temperature on his body surface.
7 months.
He had spent a full 7 months in this machine.
Shenron’s bestowed “Absolute Environmental Adaptability” and “Super-Load Cells” demonstrated terrifying efficacy.
From struggling to move at five times gravity initially, to moving with complete ease under ten times gravity.
Every fracture of muscle fibers was traded for an even thicker and tougher Rebirth.
Bone strength increased geometrically, and blood surged, emitting faint low hums.
Yamcha opened his eyes, realizing he had reached a Bottleneck.
It seemed the benefits brought by Shenron had been exhausted.
He slowly stood up and pressed the red button on the console.
The mechanical sound stopped, and gravity instantly returned to normal.
An indescribable sense of lightness spread throughout his entire body.
He pushed open the z-alloy cabin door and walked out of the laboratory.
Yamcha picked up the new orange Turtle School Martial Arts uniform hanging to the side, dressed neatly, and tied his blue belt tightly.
Without alerting anyone, he turned and walked into the night because the System had issued a temporary quest.
[strongest earthling system]
[Host: Yamcha]
[Power Level: 3288]
[Race: Earthling (Bound)]
[Skills: New Wolf Fang Fist, Spirit Ball, Kamehameha, Turtle School Martial Arts, Qi…]
[Main Quests: 1: I, Yamcha, will never become a meme. 2. World Martial Arts Tournament Champion.]
[Temporary Quest: Bandit Nemesis.]
…
The night was like ink, and neon lights flickered in West City.
Yamcha wore that orange Turtle School Martial Arts uniform, strolling on the bustling streets.
The evening breeze blew past, bringing the hustle and bustle of the city.
On his retina, a translucent panel was quietly emerging.
[Temporary Quest: Bandit Nemesis.]
[Quest Requirements: Strike down bandits ten times without any falsehoods.]
[Quest Reward: Power Level + 100.]
Yamcha casually closed the panel and smiled helplessly.
After all, 100 points of Power Level was indeed quite little for him right now. This story is hosted at g.com.
Seven months of high-pressure Gravity Chamber training had squeezed Shenron’s bestowed “Super-Load Tolerance” to the limit, forcefully pushing his Power Level to 3288.
But the potential of this body seemed to have temporarily hit a ceiling.
Continuing to stubbornly grind in the Gravity Chamber would yield little effect and instead easily plunge his mind into fatigue.
“Coming out to get some fresh air and doing some charity along the way can just be considered adjusting my mindset.” Yamcha stretched, his bones emitting a series of popping sounds.
Three blocks ahead, the sound of police sirens suddenly came, followed by dense automatic rifle gunfire.
Yamcha knew that West City’s public security was just this bad.
His gaze flickered, and his figure flashed, leaving behind only an afterimage torn apart by airflow in place.
In front of the West City Third Bank, flames soared into the sky.
Four robbers wearing black hoods were relying on a heavy armored vehicle, using the machine guns in their hands to crazily suppress the police opposite them.
Bulletproof glass shattered all over the ground, and passersby screamed and fled in all directions.
“Fire suppression! Second brother, take the money and get in the car!” the robber leader roared, the tongues of fire from his muzzle spitting unsteadily.
The police hid behind the car doors, unable to lift their heads at all.
Just at the moment the robber leader was preparing to cover their retreat, he suddenly felt his vision blur.
A youth wearing an orange martial arts uniform appeared in front of the armored vehicle.
“Baka yaro, where did this idiot come from, you’re courting death!” The robber leader didn’t even think, turning his muzzle and pulling the trigger.
Da da da da!
More than a dozen large-caliber bullets poured out instantly, heading straight for the youth’s chest.
However, the anticipated bloody scene did not appear.
The bullets hit that person’s body, producing a dense series of crisp “clanging” sounds.
The deformed bullet heads clattered onto the ground.
Shenron’s bestowed “Absolute Environmental Adaptability”, coupled with a terrifying Power Level of 3288, made Yamcha’s skin under Qi Gathering state exaggeratedly hard.
This kind of conventional kinetic energy weapon wasn’t even qualified to tickle him.
The flesh on the robber leader’s face froze, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
Yamcha sighed, took a few steps forward, and casually pushed against the robber leader’s chest.
Bang!
The robber leader didn’t even have time to let out a scream before his entire body flew backward, smashing into the armored vehicle’s bulletproof steel plate.
The carriage was smashed into a dent raw, and the robber slid limply to the ground, life or death unknown.
The remaining three robbers were scared out of their wits, dropped the bags full of banknotes, and turned to run.
Yamcha waved his hand, and three palm winds broke through the air, accurately hitting the backs of the three people’s necks.
Thud, thud, thud.
The three rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground.
[Quest Progress: 1/10]
The distant police chief poked his head out in dumbfounded shock.
Just as he wanted to step forward to thank him, that orange figure had already merged into the distant night.