Ten Years Later

The air was incredibly dense, the atmospheric pressure reaching an unimaginable level.

The number 400G on the instrument displayed just how high the gravity was within the chamber.

A figure with a bare torso was performing one-fingered handstand push-ups; the floor was already soaked in sweat, yet the figure's body continued to rise and fall with mechanical precision.

He muttered to himself.

"9999, 10000."

The figure flipped through the air and landed steadily on his feet.

Without pausing, the figure shouldered the equipment he had left in the corner and began to run at high speed.

Setting the equipment down, the figure raised his left hand, condensed a blue energy sphere, and fired it forward.

Before the energy sphere could fly far, the figure used Instant Transmission to appear directly in its path.

"BOOM—"

The energy sphere struck the figure square in the chest.

As the smoke cleared, it revealed his rock-hard, well-defined muscles, completely unscathed.

The figure nodded in satisfaction and channeled his inner ki. Dense clusters of energy spheres appeared in the cramped space, hovering in the air, waiting for his command.

The energy spheres shot toward him. The figure expanded his senses, his eyes darting rapidly as his body began to weave.

He dodged the energy spheres one after another, but their speed increased and their coverage grew denser, making his evasion increasingly difficult.

Countless blasts struck the floor and walls, vanishing like bubbles the moment they made contact.

Every time the figure dodged a sphere, he would neutralize the energy within it, preventing it from causing any damage to the environment.

The energy spheres in the space grew fewer until they vanished entirely, and the figure came to a halt.

He walked over to the instrument and deactivated the gravity.

The environment changed instantly, and the figure's body felt as if it were about to float away.

The figure opened the door and slowly walked out.

Standing at one meter seventy-eight, his hair spiked toward the sky with a single cowlick hanging over his forehead. A tail swayed behind him in the breeze, and a smile graced his sharp, angular face as he stepped lightly onto the grass.

That's right, the figure was Reke, and he had finally fully grown up.

Ten years had passed, and Reke was now twenty years old.

"Brother Lei, Sister Lola invites you to attend her daughter's birthday banquet."

As soon as Reke stepped out of the Gravity Chamber, a young man with sky-blue eyes who had been waiting outside spoke up.

"Alright, I'll be there on time. But you, why are you standing outside again? Didn't I tell you not to hang around here? Next time you see Bellis, she's going to say I'm oppressing you again." Reke agreed to the banquet, then looked at Lan Xin with a headache.

"She won't. I've already told her," Lan Xin replied, not accepting Reke's reasoning.

"Bullshit! Wouldn't it be better if you went on a date with Bellis? Why does this old man need a man hanging around? Is your brain missing a gear?" Reke grew irritated at Lan Xin's stiff, formal demeanor and cursed out loud.

"That's settled then. You are not allowed to come here anymore."

With that, Reke couldn't be bothered to deal with the bitter smile on Lan Xin's face.

He didn't know what was wrong with this kid; the older he got, the more rigid he became. Reke refused to admit that he had raised him poorly.

Someone as clever as himself could never have raised such a blockhead.

Ten years had passed, and Reke's combat power had reached 4 million.

However, he still hadn't found a way to transform into a Super Saiyan. He could only feel that both his combat power and his S-Cells had met the requirements.

Of course, he had touched the bottleneck of the Super Saiyan transformation; he had reached it four years ago when his combat power was at 3 million. But four years later, despite his combat power increasing by another million, he still hadn't broken through.

Over the last ten years, his Gravity Chamber had been upgraded several times, and it could now reach a maximum of 500 times gravity.

Unfortunately, there was still no news about the spaceship. Reke was starting to panic, fearing that Plus wouldn't be able to finish it in eight years.

The Energy Detector had been converted into a combat power detector, and based on Reke's description, it had been made into an ear-mounted device.

However, the upper limit was low—only 100,000—so Reke had never used it.

Of course, for Reke, the most urgent matter was the Super Saiyan transformation. Recently, his combat power had stopped growing.

This meant that relying on increasing his combat power to break through the Super Saiyan bottleneck wasn't realistic. But if you asked him to rely on rage? That was really asking too much of him.

He rarely got angry after all these years. If someone really provoked him, he would just finish them off on the spot.

Hatred was even further out of the question, and he didn't possess the arrogant nature of Vegeta.

He certainly couldn't be considered evil.

Reke was deeply troubled, even though it was still a long time before Kakarot would transform.

But that didn't stop that kid from being a cheat later on.

Reke didn't want to end up as a small fry, someone who could only cheer from the sidelines behind Kakarot and Vegeta.

That would be a disservice to all his hard work over the years.

After all, in his past life, he couldn't even stick to a jogging routine for a month.

Not to mention over a decade of extreme training.

Reke had another hypothesis, but this method was impossible to implement on this planet, and it was a bit suicidal, so Reke was unwilling to try it.

That was pressure; the pressure of death could help him break through his bottleneck and become a Super Saiyan.

If Reke were on Earth right now, he would definitely choose this method; hesitating for even a second would be a sign of disrespect to the Dragon Ball.

Unfortunately, he was not there, and he was someone who cherished his own life.

This left him stuck where he was.

Therefore, over these years, he had consciously strengthened his control and perception of ki, and his ability to invade and disintegrate energy blasts inside the Gravity Chamber was the result of this.

He was now confident in fighting someone with a combat power 1 million higher than his own.

"Sigh!"

Reke let out a deep sigh.

The Budaso Adventure Team building, a nine-story structure, was draped in balloons as countless celebrities and experts arrived one after another.

They entered different floors according to their rank and level of intimacy.

It wasn't just Reke who had been progressing over these ten years; the Budaso Adventure Team had become the nation's number one adventure team.

The leader, Bellis, also possessed 120,000 combat power, standing at the very pinnacle of the planet.

Thus, countless people came to curry favor and build connections with the members of the Budaso Adventure Team.

Even the nation's second-largest faction, the Leap Alliance, had sent people to attend the birthday banquet for Lola's daughter.

The leader of the Alliance group this time was a Bald Man, and a Big-Breasted Woman in the group instructed the Six-Arms man: "Don't cause any trouble once we go up, or I won't be collecting your corpse if you die."

"Poison Scorpion, you'd better worry about yourself; stop trying to hook men everywhere, or you might end up provoking someone you shouldn't," the Six-Arms man retorted.

These words seemed to strike a nerve with the Big-Breasted Woman; her face turned pale and then flushed, clearly recalling some unpleasant memory. She didn't refute the Six-Arms man, simply nodding to show she understood.

The group was waiting for the elevator when a set of footsteps approached from behind and stopped beside the Big-Breasted Woman and her companions.

The Big-Breasted Woman caught a glimpse of the person's appearance out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes lit up.

Clearly, the person's appearance was to her liking. Struggling to suppress the agitation in her heart, the Big-Breasted Woman looked over.

The more she looked, the less she could hold back, and just as she was about to strike up a conversation, she saw the tail behind him.