Mr. Popo's Identity; Cultivating for a Year, Strength Soars

Dende stood where he was, watching the backs of Tarble and his two companions as they receded into the distance, and could not help but sigh softly, "The talent of the Saiyans is truly formidable!"

"The aura about Tarble is very similar to Son Goku, yet his talent is far superior to Son Goku's."

"Back in the day, Son Goku had to endure countless hardships before he could finally transform into a Super Saiyan."

"Come to think of it, we Namekians all owe a debt of gratitude to Son Goku and his friends..."

Tarble and Rix followed slowly behind Mr. Popo, heading steadily in the direction of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

Gazing at the unremarkable figure before him, he secretly activated his Insight Eye.

Simple information regarding Mr. Popo instantly appeared before his eyes.

Target: Mr. Popo
Race: God Attendant Clan
Power Level: 1030

God Attendant Clan?

What the hell is that!

Could it be that Mr. Popo isn't some hidden boss after all?

Tsk!

A bit of disappointment washed over him.

He had originally assumed Mr. Popo would be some major boss.

And yet, this is it?

What a waste of anticipation.

Even in the original work, Mr. Popo was a being capable of tanking attacks from Kid Trunks and Goten while they were in their Super Saiyan forms.

But now, he didn't feel it was such a big deal.

After all, there were far too many inconsistencies in the original work.

Not to mention anything else, just look at Dragon Ball Super, where a Super Saiyan Blue Son Goku could be severely wounded by a laser gun.

Furthermore, both Krillin and base-form Son Goku could be grazed by ordinary firearms manufactured by Earthlings.

It was simply too absurd.

The most ridiculous of all was Mr. Satan; as an ordinary human with a power level not exceeding 100, he somehow managed to face enemies without ever being killed, or even severely injured.

Of course, there were far more points of contention than these, and he couldn't even be bothered to list them all.

Silently closing his Insight Eye, he followed behind Mr. Popo without saying a word.

Soon.

Under Mr. Popo's guidance, Tarble and Rix arrived before the entrance of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

"Gentlemen, this is the entrance to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber."

"In principle, each person can only stay inside for two years; for every year that passes inside, only one day passes outside."

"However, if you do not come out after two years, but your strength is sufficient, you can break through the time barrier to exit."

"Before your strength is sufficient, you had best keep an eye on the time and ensure you do not stay past the limit."

"Otherwise, the entrance and exit of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber will vanish."

"At that point, you would be trapped inside."

"The gravity inside is 10 times that of Earth, and the climate is highly volatile, so you must be careful."

"Very well, that is all for the precautions. Do the two of you require Mr. Popo to prepare food for you?"

Like a repeating machine, Mr. Popo remained completely unruffled, his tone steady as he introduced a long list of facts regarding the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

"We have already prepared our own food, so we won't trouble you, Mr. Popo."

"Thank you for showing us the way, Mr. Popo."

Even knowing that Mr. Popo held no special status, Tarble still offered his sincere thanks.

As the saying goes, courtesy costs nothing, and it prevents trouble.

This etiquette was also a form of reason.

If one were to encounter someone rude, there would naturally be no need to be polite to them.

Facing the gratitude, Mr. Popo's face, black as charred coal, remained devoid of any expression.

"Mr. Tarble, there is no need for thanks; Mr. Popo is merely following the instructions of the Guardian."

"Since you do not require Mr. Popo to prepare food, then Mr. Popo shall take his leave."

"Once you open the door and enter, simply close it behind you."

After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly, then turned and left, without any hesitation.

Tarble, Rix: ...

Isn't this... a bit dismissive of us?

Watching Mr. Popo leave with some speechlessness, the two only retracted their somewhat speechless gazes after he had completely disappeared from sight.

Creak!

Rix opened the door to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

"Your Highness, you first."

"Mm."

Tarble nodded and then walked in.

Looking out into the distance, what met his eyes was a vast, boundless world of white.

Inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, there was a living space of about two hundred square meters.

The moment he stepped onto the floor of the house, the gravity did not change.

It seemed that the area outside the house was where the 10x Earth gravity was.

Without needing to be told, Rix consciously put away the Hoi-Poi Capsule box containing the living supplies and took out a Gravity Chamber Capsule.

Seeing this, Tarble was the first to walk outside the house.

Now, he had long since used 500x Earth gravity, so the 10x Earth gravity inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber was nothing to him.

However, the atmosphere inside gave a stifling feeling.

It would be truly difficult for an ordinary person to stay inside alone for two years.

"Rix, place the Gravity Chamber inside the house."

"Outside the house, it will freeze due to climate change."

"It would be bad if the machine got damaged by the cold."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

And so, the two entered a state of cultivation.

For the next year, Tarble and Rix rested one day each week.

Although they had only cultivated for a year, the changes in their strength were very significant.

With only 2 hours left before they could leave, Rix finally succeeded in transforming into Super Saiyan 3.

"Your Highness, do you see? I've finally broken through to Super Saiyan 3!"

At this moment, Rix was in his Super Saiyan 3 form.

Even though he had deactivated his aura, thick lightning still flashed around him intermittently.

His thick golden hair, the kind that women would envy, reached his waist.

His eyebrows had disappeared, and his brow bone protruded significantly compared to his normal state.

The entire person looked fierce, giving off an aura of "do not approach."

Then, he reverted to his normal state, his face filled with excitement.

"Congratulations, Rix!" Tarble congratulated him sincerely.

However, in his eyes, Rix's simplified information appeared.

"Target: Rix Race: Saiyan Battle Power: 63.47 billion"

63.47 billion!

Although his normal state strength was still inferior to Vegeta's, with the Super Saiyan 3 transformation, he had a guaranteed victory.

Of course.

Tarble also knew that the significant increase in battle power was inseparable from the Gravity Chamber.

The next second, a mischievous thought crossed his mind:

If Vegeta knew that Rix could also turn into Super Saiyan 3, would he jump up and down in anger?

At this moment, Rix also came forward, his eyes shining, and said with extreme sincerity and gratitude:

"This subordinate thanks Your Highness for your guidance!"

"If it weren't for you, this subordinate would never have been able to break through to Super Saiyan 3!"

"I... I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tarble waved his hand to interrupt him, "Alright, alright!"

"Two grown men, don't be so mushy. Hurry up and pack, we're getting ready to leave!"

Hearing this, the respect in Rix's eyes deepened even further.

He nodded solemnly, "Yes, Your Highness!"

"Please wait a moment, your subordinate will pack up immediately!"

After responding, his figure flickered and disappeared from his original spot.

When he reappeared, he was already inside the living quarters, appearing and disappearing in various corners.

...and not preparing to give Mr. Popo a special identity that could contend with Super Saiyans, another guess for the reason: possessing the ability to transfer attacks, similar to the ability of a contestant from Universe 6.