The Next Day

After several rounds of conversation...

Under Bulma's forceful intervention, Lin Chuan finally managed to awkwardly escape her mother's clutches.

That habit of putting her hands on people at the drop of a hat was really hard to stomach.

If he hadn't known what she was like, he really would have thought she was a player!

He had to admit, Bulma's mother looked young, as if she were in her thirties.

The Original Work had mentioned it, but seeing her in person, it was hard to believe she was the mother of two daughters and nearly fifty or sixty years old.

By contrast, Dr. Brief looked like an old man.

After saying goodbye to Dr. Brief and his wife, Lin Chuan and Son Gohan were led to the dining room by Bulma.

The delicious food before them, along with its wafting aroma, instantly stirred Lin Chuan's appetite and made Son Gohan swallow hard.

As far as Lin Chuan was concerned, never mind the three months of space travel. He'd been running around on Earth for so long that he was already starving.

His body desperately craved food. His stomach had even begun growling in protest at his mistreatment.

The lavish dinner had Lin Chuan completely won over.

Thinking back on the more than twenty years of hardship in the apocalypse, his eyes suddenly felt as if they were about to overflow.

Fortunately, he managed to suppress it. A grown man crying would have been a sorry sight.

With delicious food right in front of him, what was there to be reserved about?

Without a word, Lin Chuan sat down at the table, grabbed a roast chicken, and started devouring it.

Seeing this, Son Gohan stopped holding back at Bulma's gesture, sat down, and dug in.

Son Gohan was still young, but he had quite an appetite.

He'd inherited the Saiyans' bottomless stomach perfectly.

Watching the two of them eat as if they'd never had a decent meal in their lives, Bulma couldn't help smiling.

It reminded her of Goku eating in front of her back then.

"So it's not just Goku who can eat. I guess all Saiyans have huge appetites."

"Slow down, slow down. There's plenty more. If it's not enough, I can have the robots make more."

Bulma's words were like an energy boost for Lin Chuan and Son Gohan.

The older one and the younger one thought even chewing was a waste of time, and simply began wolfing down their food.

"This is delicious!! It's completely different from Mom's cooking. I've never eaten anything like it." Influenced by Lin Chuan, Son Gohan also began eating in big bites and gulping down his drinks.

It gave him a completely different kind of feeling.

He didn't have to hold back anymore.

Dinner lasted for nearly an hour.

Only after the plates on both sides of Lin Chuan and Son Gohan had piled up almost like little mountains did they finally bring the food battle to an end.

Seeing this, Bulma couldn't help wondering: how could an ordinary family afford to feed them?

Suddenly, she began to feel sorry for Chi-Chi.

Not only did she have to take care of Goku, but Son Gohan was also always hungry and clamoring for food.

After the meal, Bulma took only ten minutes to prepare rooms for Lin Chuan and Son Gohan, along with clothes for washing up and changing.

After all the hardship he'd endured, Lin Chuan felt as if he'd arrived in heaven.

His difficult past was over.

His future would be wonderful.

Once he got to his room, he enjoyed the long-missed pleasure of soaking in a bath.

He didn't know about other people, but for him, a hot bath felt like a dream.

And there was even a bathtub.

He hadn't experienced one in the more than twenty years of this life.

Another half hour passed before Lin Chuan finally lay back comfortably on the large bed.

The warm, cozy feeling was like being wrapped in a gentle embrace.

Sleepiness washed over him, and Lin Chuan drifted straight off to sleep.

He was really that bold, that completely unguarded?

Of course. Lin Chuan knew this place was perfectly safe.

Bulma wouldn't do anything to him, and nobody on Earth would come looking for trouble with him.

What Lin Chuan hadn't expected was that, not long after he fell asleep, Bulma would knock on his door. When she saw him sleeping like a log, she gazed at him quietly for quite some time before leaving the room.

The next day.

As a ray of sunlight streamed through the window, Lin Chuan jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.

Only after recognizing his surroundings did he finally relax.

In his sleep, his dreams had kept shifting back and forth.

Sometimes they were about his previous life, sometimes this one.

The last dream in particular had made him think that coming to Earth and activating the system had all been a dream...

His dreams and reality had become jumbled together. He had opened his eyes in one and thought the other was the dream.

He slowly got up, went to the bathroom, and took a shower. Only then did Lin Chuan fully relax, the tension draining away.

If not for the feeling of power that came with his strength, he really would have wondered whether he was in a dream or in reality.

He opened the System Interface.

[Host: Lin Chuan]

[Age: 25]

[Height: 185CM / Weight: 75KG]

[Battle Power Index: 110,775.]

[System Level: 1.]

[Auto-training: Battle Power +1/second...]

Just one night's sleep, just one night, and his Battle Power had surpassed 100,000!!! It had reached 110,000!!!

A Battle Power of 110,000!

That number had once seemed so impossibly far away!

After more than twenty years of hard training, he had only reached a Battle Power of 15,000.

It wasn't that he looked down on his own hard work. It was just that with the limited conditions he'd had back then, he might never have reached 100,000 in his entire life.

"With my strength now, I can even fight Ginyu of the Ginyu Force!" Lin Chuan murmured.

Ginyu!

In the Original Work, he was Frieza's true elite, his strongest subordinate, with a Battle Power of 120,000.

In just one day, Lin Chuan had already become his equal.

At this rate, in five more days, his Battle Power would be on par with Frieza's without transforming.

Lin Chuan clenched his fist. The surging power within him made him feel as though he could punch a ten-thousand-meter-tall mountain.

"It's time to train. I don't want to become a slave to my own power." Unable to hide his excitement, Lin Chuan changed into another loose outfit.

Bulma really had a good eye. The clothes fit him perfectly, and the styles suited him well.

Lin Chuan left his room and went downstairs.

He had planned to go outside and practice his martial arts, but a delicious aroma suddenly caught his attention. His eyes lit up, and he quickly ran toward the dining room.

It wasn't that he couldn't control his appetite. After enduring so many years of hardship, he finally had a chance to make up for it, and he had to enjoy it to the fullest.

Bulma and Son Gohan, who were having breakfast, were surprised by Lin Chuan's sudden entrance.

Then they saw him start eating without a word, and Bulma rolled her eyes.

"You didn't even say hello. That's so rude."

Though she said that, Bulma still told the smart home robot to prepare more breakfast.

She knew Lin Chuan had a huge appetite; there was no way the food on the table would be enough.