Uchiha Hiko drew in a sharp breath as he looked at the battered, dilapidated Tokyo World before him. Was this really the Tokyo World he remembered, the one that hosted the World Martial Arts Tournament?
The entire region seemed shrouded in dark clouds. No, those were probably barriers formed from the Demonic Aura of monsters, condensed within the endless void.
And the moment one approached this area, they could smell a horrifyingly rank stench that made them want to vomit.
"What is that smell?"
Uchiha Hiko could no longer stand the odor. What kind of joke was this? At this rate, before he even reached their nest, he would probably be smoked to death by the stench.
"Say, Monkey, how did you get in there back then?"
Son Goku turned his head to look at Uchiha Hiko, who was pinching his nose shut. Then he took a deep breath and said, "A martial artist must overcome any adversity."
"Any adversity?" Uchiha Hiko nearly choked. "Now I know just how powerful you are, Son Goku..."
"Huh?"
"I truly admire your courage!"
"Haha..." Son Goku laughed foolishly. In truth, Uchiha Hiko was mocking him. Anyone who could endure such a horrifying stench truly feared nothing. That was also why he had died several times.
Uchiha Hiko did not want to repeat Son Goku's mistakes. This death, with its complete lack of any disturbance, had made him realize something.
Only after death could one revive through the Seven Dragon Balls, that bug-like cheat. Otherwise, even with the system, one could only slowly fumble about and survive in ghost form.
He did not want there to be a next time. Son Goku could revive him, but what about later? Would he have to painfully search for a way himself?
With his current strength and