A Major Breakthrough!

"Mr. Popo, it's my turn to go in now, right!"

Arriving at the entrance of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Chaya spoke to Mr. Popo, who was standing guard with his usual stoic expression, while taking a few dozen Senzu Beans from his space to keep on hand.

"Hmm, since Mr. Chaya is prepared, please follow me inside. However, I must state one thing beforehand: Mr. Popo is only responsible for guidance; you must explore the specific training methods yourself." As Chaya walked toward the door, Mr. Popo suddenly reminded him.

"A master leads you to the door, but the cultivation is up to the individual—I understand that!" Chaya smiled, unbothered.

As they spoke, the two stepped through the gates of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. With a "bang," the door slammed shut, and the two spaces were completely severed from one another.

Because he possessed dual supernatural abilities over time and space, Chaya was particularly sensitive to shifts in the space-time continuum. The moment the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber closed, he keenly captured a trace of space-time energy.

The reason the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was called a "Hyperbolic" (Spirit) Time Chamber rather than a simple "Time Chamber" likely had to do with the human spirit.

Perhaps the original builder of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber had referenced the discrepancy between the flow of time in the mental realm and reality, then combined it with the application of space-time energy to create this chamber.

Could it be that a master of space-time had once existed among the ancient Kami?

Chaya pondered this to himself.

Of course, the space-time structure of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was not impregnable. Although the chamber stipulated that a person could only enter twice in a lifetime, this applied to the majority of people; for those powerhouses capable of shattering the space-time barrier, such limitations held no meaning.

At the level of a Super Saiyan 3 or Majin Buu, the rules of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber were pale and ineffective, as their strength was already sufficient to break through the constraints of space.

This was the principle of breaking ten thousand techniques with sheer force.

So, was there a space that even a Super Saiyan 3 could not break? A sudden thought occurred to Chaya. He had great confidence in his own space-time abilities, believing that as long as he continued to research them, he would eventually be able to develop a flawless space-time prison, which would be perfect for confining or sealing enemies.

But it was too early to talk about that now. Chaya shook his head and cast the thought aside.

As they continued walking, passing through a long, narrow corridor, a vast, empty, white space appeared in his field of vision.

This was a sweltering, low-pressure, giant space with ten times the gravity of Earth.

Their location was a two-story palace, the place where practitioners usually ate and slept, but even this seemingly magnificent structure appeared incredibly small within the vast, empty expanse.

"In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, the usual food is clear water and dry flour, stored in the pantry inside," Mr. Popo reminded him from the side.

Hearing Mr. Popo mention food, Chaya suddenly remembered.

The hardest part about training in this Hyperbolic Time Chamber wasn't the temperature fluctuations between day and night or the crushing loneliness, but the torture of having no food. The only provisions here were water and flour. As a Saiyan, how was he supposed to survive without meat or fish?

"No wonder Son Goku could only last a few months the first time he entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber! If it weren't for the Androids threatening the Earth and leaving him no other choice, he never would have come back in!"

Food was truly important!

Perhaps the Kami who built the Hyperbolic Time Chamber only prepared water and flour because he had no way to preserve other food.

Was this what they called "dry rations"?

In the days that followed, Chaya began his training under Mr. Popo's guidance.

At this moment, in the middle of the vast, white plaza, two figures stood at the center.

"I have already learned about your previous training methods from Selyne. Although they are crude, they have some effect. Karin should have already taught you before: you must maintain your rhythm during combat and reduce unnecessary movements."

Chaya nodded. "Karin believes we have already mastered the essentials quite well."

"Then you will continue to adapt to this space for a while. Before that, I will explain the spirit of martial arts in more detail." Mr. Popo was as expressionless as ever, but Chaya could sense the goodwill coming from him.

Nodding slightly, he watched as Mr. Popo began to expound upon his understanding of Ki and the state of mind, much like a grandmaster of martial arts.

Mr. Popo must be a brilliant philosopher! This was Chaya's inner sentiment after listening.

Mr. Popo's guidance was incredibly comprehensive, addressing his shortcomings point by point from start to finish. Because the temperature in the Time Chamber fluctuated wildly, the air was thin, and the gravity was ten times that of the outside world, the weighted clothing had a particularly significant impact on Chaya.

The movements he had previously considered perfect inevitably revealed flaws at this moment.

"Here, here, and here—all of these are burdens. Your punches are not crisp enough. Here, you should restrain the application of your Ki..."

"The mind must be still, the person must be steady, the body must be in motion, and the Ki must flow..."

Mr. Popo observed Chaya's movements from the side, offering pointers from time to time. Chaya understood intuitively, constantly adjusting his movements, trying his best to reach a state of handling heavy weights as if they were light, with a heart as still as water.

In truth, Chaya was already an outstanding martial artist; he simply lacked guidance for his future direction. Now, with Mr. Popo's instruction, he rapidly absorbed the nutrients to make up for his deficiencies.

Time flew by.

Every day, Chaya grew, and soon, a year had passed within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Chaya was still wearing his orange-red weighted suit. He floated in the air with his legs straight, his arms crossed over his chest, his head bowed in deep thought, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping from his forehead.

Rings of transparent energy radiated from him, creating a mirage-like effect that caused the entire space to distort slightly.

BOOM!!

A white wave of Ki erupted suddenly, the cold, sharp wind whipping up the floating dust, and the released momentum spiraling into a vortex.

Deep, dark red cracks in space suddenly appeared, extending in all directions. Those dark fissures were like bloodthirsty vipers, flicking their tongues without restraint; the bloody, dark red hue was bone-chilling to behold.

Not far away, Mr. Popo watched everything with a blank expression, though the moment the spatial cracks appeared, a trace of shock flickered through those calm, unruffled pupils!

Exhaling softly, Chaya opened his heart to feel his newfound power and satisfiedly retracted his Ki.

As his energy receded, the deep cracks that had riddled the space began to vanish, healing gradually under the space's self-repairing properties, and soon returning to their original state.

The vast, empty space returned to tranquility after Chaya withdrew his momentum. The scene from just a moment ago was like a phantom—it came and went quickly, leaving no obvious marks on the Time Chamber.

When the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was first built was long lost to history. Aside from the two-story palace for living, it was empty, a vast expanse of white, with harsh living conditions. While it couldn't compare to the extreme environments of the universe, it was a fine place for training.

Especially at critical moments, it was a great place to buy time for cultivation.

In the center of the empty, sweltering plaza, Chaya stood motionless, eyes closed, adapting to his own power. Inhale, exhale—simple and natural. Like a sprout about to break through the soil, he only needed a little sunlight and a little dew to grow strong.

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