Eliminate the Gene Lock

The wind howled, as if trying to uproot the entire courtyard of Capsule Corporation.

The massive Shenron coiled within the ink-black clouds, its eyes like crimson lanterns, coldly watching the ants below.

The oppressive pressure from this higher-dimensional being made the air itself feel thick and sticky.

"State your wish..."

Shenron's voice wasn't just a vibration of sound waves; it was thunder that slammed directly into the soul.

"Whatever wish it may be, I can grant it for you... but only one."

In the courtyard, everyone held their breath.

Yamcha hid behind a pillar, swallowed his saliva, and whispered to Puar beside him.

"Hey, Puar, what do you think Krillin will wish for?"

"If it were me, I'd want endless money for life, or... make every pretty girl fall in love with me?"

"Is that all you've got?"

Puar rolled his eyes, still clutching the frying pan.

"Master Krillin is now the son-in-law of the world's richest man. Does he even care about money?"

On the other side, Oolong's eyes were gleaming, his mouth wide open as if about to shout something inappropriate for minors.

Before he could utter a single syllable, Master Roshi, quick as a flash, whacked him on the head with his staff.

"Idiot! Don't cause trouble! This is a matter of Earth's future!"

Deep down, Master Roshi's heart was pounding too.

He sneaked a glance at the group of scantily clad hostesses nearby and sighed inwardly.

Ah, if only I could wish for a pair of X-ray glasses...

Everyone's gaze focused on Krillin.

Krillin stood at the front, the wind whipping his tuxedo into a frenzy.

He looked up, his eyes devoid of fear, only calm calculation.

As a transmigrator, he knew the rules of this world all too well.

Money?

Bulma's family assets were enough for him to squander for ten lifetimes.

Immortality?

That was a sweet trap.

Not to mention the potential birth of an evil dragon in the future, but the very attribute of "undying" would strip a Martial Artist of their drive to push beyond limits.

In this world, only by repeatedly dancing on the edge of life and death could one touch a higher realm.

At least until he had absolute power to crush the Evil One-Star Dragon, he wouldn't make that wish.

Right now, he had the "Saitama Template," with strength and defense steadily growing.

But he had a fatal weakness—his living environment.

Where would the future battlefield be?

High above Namek without oxygen, in the frozen vacuum of space, or even on the surface of a star.

Once Earth was blown up or his ship destroyed, even if he could punch Frieza into oblivion, he'd suffocate to death like a strangled frog.

And in the original story, after Goku defeated Frieza, he nearly died on Namek for that very reason.

He had to patch this flaw!

"Shenron!"

Krillin took a deep breath, sinking his energy into his Dantian, his voice cutting through the storm, echoing clearly between heaven and earth.

"My wish is—to remove a part of the 'Gene Lock' from everyone here! And grant us the 'Absolute Survival Physique'!"

Krillin paused, his tone growing firmer.

"Let us survive in an absolute vacuum, like the hardiest organisms in the universe!"

"No need to breathe, ignore cosmic radiation, withstand extreme super-high temperatures and absolute zero! Let our body structures fully adapt to the sea of stars!"

Dead silence.

Only the wind howled.

Yamcha's jaw dropped, nearly hitting the ground.

"What does that mean? No need to breathe? What kind of wish is that? To save on oxygen? Or does he want to catch fish in the sea more easily?"

Tien Shinhan's three eyes blinked simultaneously. As a martial arts fanatic, he vaguely grasped something but found it hard to believe.

"Removing the Gene Lock... Does he think Earthling bodies are limiting his growth?"

Even Bulma was stunned. She had expected Krillin to wish for her to stay young and beautiful forever, but instead, he came up with this... hardcore and bizarre wish?

"Hey, Krillin!"

Bulma couldn't help shouting.

"Are we going on a space trip?"

Shenron was silent for a moment.

Those huge red eyes seemed to flicker, as if analyzing the underlying logic of this wish.

A few seconds later, Shenron spoke, a hint of surprise in its voice.

"This wish... though it involves modifying the species' underlying genetic sequence, it's within my power."

"It's easy."

The moment the words fell, Shenron's eyes burst with blinding red light.

Then, a thick, warm golden pillar of light descended from the sky, instantly enveloping everyone in the courtyard—Krillin, Bulma, Goku, Chi-Chi, Master Roshi, Yamcha, Tien Shinhan, Chiaotzu, and even Puar and Oolong were all covered.

"Ugh!"

Goku suddenly clutched his chest, letting out a muffled groan.

"What a weird feeling! Like countless ants crawling through my bones!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Master Roshi dropped his cane, staring in astonishment at his own hands.

His once somewhat shriveled, age-spotted skin was rapidly regaining luster and elasticity in the golden light, and the heavy sense of decrepitude that had accompanied him for years was receding like a tide.