The Second Day

After a few exchanges, Lin Chuan managed to awkwardly extricate himself from the clutches of Bulma's mother, thanks to Bulma's forceful intervention.

That habit of hers, constantly laying hands on people, was truly hard to accept.

If he didn't know what kind of person she was, he would have genuinely mistaken her for a player.

It had to be said that although Bulma's mother looked young—as if she were only in her thirties—it was hard to believe, even having seen it with his own eyes, that she was the mother of two daughters and nearly fifty or sixty years old.

In contrast, Dr. Brief looked every bit the old man.

After bidding farewell to the Briefs, Lin Chuan and Son Gohan were led to the dining room by Bulma.

The sight of the gourmet food, combined with the mouth-watering aroma, instantly whetted Lin Chuan's appetite and made Son Gohan swallow hard.

For Lin Chuan, not to mention the three months spent traveling through space, even just the time spent causing a ruckus since arriving on Earth had left him starving.

His body was now craving food intensely; his stomach had even started growling, protesting his neglect.

The sumptuous dinner could be said to have completely captured Lin Chuan.

Thinking back on his twenty-plus years of hardship during the apocalypse, his eyes felt as if they were about to well up with tears.

He managed to suppress the urge; otherwise, a grown man crying would be an unsightly mess.

With delicious food right in front of him, there was no need for restraint.

Without a word, Lin Chuan sat at the dining table, grabbed a roasted chicken, and began to tear into it.

Seeing this, Son Gohan, prompted by a gesture from Bulma, stopped standing on ceremony, sat down, and began to feast.

Although Son Gohan was still young, his appetite was anything but small.

He had perfectly inherited the Saiyan trait of being a big eater.

Watching the two of them act as if they had never eaten anything good in their entire lives, Bulma couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.

It reminded her of how Goku used to eat in front of her.

"It seems it's not just Goku who can eat; it looks like all Saiyans have bottomless appetites."

"Eat slowly, eat slowly. There's plenty more. If it's not enough, I can have the robots make more."

Bulma's words acted like a stimulant for Lin Chuan and Son Gohan.

The big one and the small one, finding even the act of chewing a waste of time, began to wolf down their food.

"Delicious!! It's completely different from the food Mom makes. I've never eaten anything like this before." Influenced by Lin Chuan, Son Gohan also began to learn how to eat in big mouthfuls and gulp down his drinks.

This also allowed him to experience a different kind of sensation.

No need to pretend anymore.

The dinner lasted for nearly a full hour.

It wasn't until the plates stacked on both sides of Lin Chuan and Son Gohan were piled up like small mountains that the two finally ended this food war.

Seeing this, Bulma couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If this were an ordinary family, how could they ever afford to feed them?

Suddenly, Bulma began to feel sympathy for Chi-Chi.

Not only did she have to take care of Goku, but she also had Son Gohan, who was always hungry and waiting to be fed.

After the meal, with barely ten minutes of rest, Bulma had already prepared a room for Lin Chuan and Son Gohan to rest in, along with fresh clothes for them to wash up and change into.

Having suffered enough hardships, Lin Chuan felt as if he had arrived in heaven.

The past would no longer exist.

His future would be incomparably bright.

Entering the room, he enjoyed the long-lost pleasure of a hot bath.

He didn't know about others, but for Lin Chuan, taking a hot bath was like a dream come true.

What's more, there was a bathtub.

He hadn't experienced one in over twenty years in this life.

Half an hour later, Lin Chuan lay comfortably on the large bed.

The warm, cozy feeling was like a haven of comfort.

A wave of sleepiness washed over him, and Lin Chuan drifted straight into dreamland.

Was he being this bold and defenseless?

Naturally, it was because Lin Chuan knew this place was extremely safe.

Bulma wouldn't do anything to him, and no one else on Earth would come looking for trouble with him.

However, Lin Chuan didn't know that shortly after he fell asleep, Bulma came to knock on the door. Upon seeing him sleeping like a log, she stood there quietly observing him for a long time before finally leaving the room.

The next day.

As a ray of sunlight shone through the window, Lin Chuan woke up with a start, drenched in a cold sweat.

It wasn't until he clearly saw his surroundings that he finally let out a sigh of relief.

In his sleep, his dreams had been constantly shifting.

One moment it was his past life, the next it was his present.

The final dream, in particular, had made him think that the whole business of returning to Earth and activating the system was just a dream...

With dreams and reality blurred, you open your eyes on one side, thinking the other side was the dream.

Slowly rising, he went to the bathroom to take a shower. Only then did Lin Chuan fully relax, the feeling of tension swept away.

If not for the sensation brought about by his immense strength, he really would have doubted whether he was currently in a dream or in reality.

He opened the system panel.

[Host: Lin Chuan]

[Age: 25]

[Height: 185cm / Weight: 75kg]

[Combat Power Index: 110,775]

[Current System Level: 1]

[Auto-Grinding: Combat Power +1/second...]

Just by sleeping, just by passing a single night, his combat power had exceeded 100,000!!! It had reached 110,000!!!

110,000 combat power!

In the past, what an unreachable number that had been!

After more than twenty years of hard cultivation, he had only reached a combat power of 15,000.

It wasn't that he looked down on his own hard work, but given the limited conditions back then, he might truly never have reached 100,000 in his entire life.

"With my current strength, even against Ginyu of the Ginyu Force, I have the power to put up a fight!" Lin Chuan muttered softly.

Ginyu!

In the original work, he was the true elite under Frieza and his strongest subordinate, with a combat power as high as 120,000.

In just a single day, Lin Chuan had already reached a level comparable to him.

At this rate, in another five days, his combat power would be on par with Frieza in his base form.

He clenched his fist, the surging power within his body feeling as though it could shatter a ten-thousand-meter-high mountain with a single punch.

It's time to train. I don't want to become a slave to this power. Unable to hide his excitement, Lin Chuan changed into a loose-fitting set of clothes.

Bulma certainly had a good eye; the clothes were neither too big nor too small, fitting him perfectly, and the style suited him quite well.

Stepping out of his room, Lin Chuan headed downstairs.

He had originally intended to go outside to practice his martial arts, but he was suddenly drawn by a fragrant aroma, his eyes lighting up as he quickly ran toward the dining room.

It wasn't that he couldn't control his appetite; rather, after suffering for so many years, now that he finally had the chance to make up for it, he had to satisfy himself to the fullest.

Bulma and Son Gohan, who were enjoying their breakfast, were startled by Lin Chuan's sudden intrusion.

Seeing Lin Chuan start eating immediately without saying a word, Bulma rolled her eyes.

"No greeting at all? How rude."

Despite her words, Bulma still instructed the smart home robot to prepare more breakfast.

She knew Lin Chuan had a massive appetite, and the food on the table certainly wouldn't be enough.