Mass-Produced Human-Human Fruits!

Giant World, Door-Door Space, Noah.

Star-Pressure Palace, third floor.

The entire space was shrouded in a hazy purple glow, with gravity powerful enough to crush ordinary people into bloody pulp filling every corner.

Yet even in such an extreme and terrifying environment—

Imu, bare-chested, faced the targeting and siege of four laser emitters at once.

Every movement he made appeared perfectly ordinary in speed, like an ordinary person jumping about and swaying from side to side.

Yet those very movements allowed him to evade every golden beam with uncanny precision at the very last moment.

It was currently eighteen times gravity!

To ensure his body received the greatest possible training—

Imu had deliberately required himself not to use Haki to protect his body.

This caused both his body and mind to endure immense pain and pressure.

Yet the agony radiating through his flesh and even his bones did not diminish the pleasure he felt in spirit and mood.

The process of being drenched in sweat, of constantly feeling his body's potential being squeezed out and turned into tangible strength—

Was simply too intoxicating.

It felt wonderful.

After an unknown amount of time, the gravity field automatically shut down according to its timer, and the laser emitters powered off as well.

As the lighting throughout the floor returned to normal, the air quickly softened, even forming refreshing breezes that drifted through the room.

"Whew—whew—whew—"

Exhausted, Imu braced his hands on his hips and kept gasping heavily. Eighteen times gravity appeared to be the limit his body could currently endure.

He had previously tried activating twenty times gravity.

But the mere difference of twofold had made even breathing incomparably difficult, let alone performing any complete movements.

"It's truly hard to imagine how Son Goku did ten thousand push-ups under a hundred times