"Good morning, Uncle!"
At 7:30 the next morning, after taking Bulma to school, Zhou Zilong came to Capsule Corporation and greeted Dr. Brief with a smile.
"Oh, Zilong! What brings you here so early?" Dr. Brief looked up, saw Zhou Zilong, and set down his work.
"Uncle, I'd like to ask you some questions about technology," Zhou Zilong said respectfully. "I may be a martial artist, but I also want to learn about technology so I'll be better prepared to face all kinds of challenges in the future!"
A note of approval flashed in Dr. Brief's eyes. He nodded and said, "Very good, Zilong. Technology really is a powerful force. It lets us see a much broader world. Since you're interested, I'll recommend a few introductory science books for you!"
As he spoke, Dr. Brief took several thick books from the shelf and handed them to Zhou Zilong. "These cover the fundamentals of technology, experimental methods, and practical applications. I'm sure they'll be helpful!"
Zhou Zilong accepted the books, his heart full of gratitude. He knew that they were an invaluable treasure to him.
With his super-god-level intellect, Zhou Zilong quickly mastered the books' contents and integrated what he'd learned. He discovered that technology and martial arts had a lot in common, such as how they understood and used energy, and how they trained and altered the body.
In the days that followed, Zhou Zilong spent much of his time in the laboratory. He worked with Dr. Brief on the theory and practice of several experiments, earning the doctor's admiration.
"Zilong, you're one of the most scientifically gifted people I've ever met," Dr. Brief said, looking at him with approval.
Zhou Zilong smiled modestly. "You're too kind, Uncle. I'm just interested in technology!"
Still, Zhou Zilong didn't let the praise go to his head. He understood that technology's potential was boundless, and that he still had a long way to go.
"Uncle, do you have any science books about gravity?" A month had passed since he moved in with Bulma. One early morning, after taking her to school, Zhou Zilong returned to the laboratory and asked Dr. Brief. He wanted to try building a gravity chamber of his own for training.
Dr. Brief stopped working and looked up at Zhou Zilong. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes. He smiled and nodded. "Zilong, your thirst for knowledge is impressive. I do have a few books about gravity. But I should warn you: technology is powerful. It can benefit humanity, but it can also bring disaster. Remember, technology must be used for the right purposes."
Zhou Zilong nodded seriously to show he understood. He took the books Dr. Brief handed him, returned to his room, and immersed himself in their pages.
As soon as he opened the first book, Zhou Zilong was captivated by its profound theories. Using his super-god-level intellect, he quickly absorbed and integrated the knowledge. As time passed, he gained a deeper understanding of gravity, and his plan to build a training chamber began to take shape.
Guided by what he'd learned, Zhou Zilong set about building his own gravity training chamber. He used the laboratory's equipment and materials, constantly experimenting and making adjustments. By day, he immersed himself in experiments and design; at night, he used his superpowers to run simulations and tests. He ran into many difficulties along the way, but never gave up.
Bulma and Dr. Brief were also moved by Zhou Zilong's determination and perseverance, and they often offered him advice and assistance. Bulma drew on her knowledge of technology to come up with innovative ideas, while Dr. Brief used his extensive experience to help him solve a host of technical problems.
After a month of effort, Zhou Zilong finally succeeded in building his own gravity training chamber. It could simulate gravity ranging from one to a hundred times normal.
"Good thing I only set it to three times gravity. Any more and I couldn't handle it yet." Zhou Zilong stood in the middle of the training chamber, sweat soaking through his training clothes. He adjusted the gravity settings and felt the tremendous pressure bear down on him like a mountain. Even breathing had become difficult.
But Zhou Zilong didn't back down. He clenched his teeth, his gaze firm and sharp, as if it could pierce through the layers of gravitational restraint. He swung his fists, each blow carrying the force of thunder, as though he meant to tear the gravity chamber apart.
His steps were steady and powerful, each movement leaving deep marks on the floor. Under the crushing gravity, his figure seemed to grow ever taller, as if he were the pillar holding up the chamber.
Zhou Zilong knew he was still a long way from his goal. He didn't just want to become the strongest on Earth; he wanted to stand at the pinnacle of the universe and pit himself against the legendary warriors. To achieve that, he had to keep challenging his limits and pushing past them.
He imagined himself becoming like the protagonist, Goku, with immense strength and boundless fighting spirit.
But he also knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy. For now, he would have to put in more effort and sweat than anyone else to get farther along it.
Zhou Zilong took a deep breath and threw another punch. He felt his muscles trembling under the pressure of the gravity, but he didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and persevered, challenging his limits again and again.
Time passed slowly inside the training chamber. Zhou Zilong had lost all sense of it. He had only one conviction in his heart: become stronger!
"Brother Zilong, it's time to eat! Come have dinner." Just as Zhou Zilong continued training, lost in concentration, Bulma's voice came from outside the door.
At the sound of Bulma's voice, Zhou Zilong realized how long he'd been inside. He felt tired, but his heart was full of satisfaction and joy. He knew he'd made considerable progress, and that filled him with confidence about the future.
"Okay, you eat first. I'll take a shower and then join you," Zhou Zilong called back. He switched off the gravity chamber and went into the bathroom next door. Hot water washed over his body, carrying away his fatigue and grime. He felt light and refreshed, as if it had rinsed away all his troubles.
After dinner, Zhou Zilong returned to his room. Lying in bed, he thought back over that day's training. He felt he'd made great progress, but he knew he still had a long way to go. He closed his eyes, ready to get a good rest and prepare for the next day's training.
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