Ten Years Later

The air was incredibly dense, and the pressure was unimaginably high.

The 400G displayed on the instrument showed just how intense the gravity in the environment was.

A figure, bare-chested, was doing one-finger handstand push-ups. The floor was already slick with sweat, and the figure's body continued moving up and down mechanically.

He muttered to himself.

"9,999, 10,000."

The figure sprang into the air, flipped, and landed steadily.

Without stopping, he slung the equipment in the corner onto his back and began running at full speed.

After setting down the equipment, the figure raised his left hand and formed a blue energy sphere, then fired it forward.

Before the energy sphere could travel far, the figure used Instant Transmission to appear in front of it.

"Boom—"

The energy sphere struck the figure squarely in the chest.

As the smoke cleared, it revealed muscles like sharply defined slabs of rock, not a scratch on them.

The figure nodded with satisfaction and drew on the energy within his body. The small space filled with countless energy spheres, suspended in the air. At a thought from the figure,

the energy spheres shot toward him. His awareness spread, his eyes darted rapidly, and his body swayed.

He dodged one energy sphere after another. They grew faster, and their coverage became denser, making it harder and harder for the figure to evade them.

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

Whenever he dodged an energy sphere, he invaded and dispersed the energy within it, preventing it from damaging the surroundings.

The energy spheres in the space dwindled until they vanished completely, and the figure came to a stop.

He walked over to the instrument and switched off the gravity.

The environment changed rapidly, and the figure's body felt as though it were about to fly away.

The figure opened the door and slowly walked out.

He stood five foot ten, with hair that spiked straight up and a single lock dangling over his forehead. A tail swayed in the breeze behind him, and a smile rested on his sharply defined face as he stepped lightly onto the grass.

That's right, the figure was Reke. He had finally grown up.

Ten years had passed. Reke was now twenty.

"Brother Lei, Sister Lola invited you to her daughter's birthday party."

Reke had just left the Gravity Chamber when a young man with sky-blue eyes, who had been waiting outside, spoke to him.

"Sure, I'll be there on time. But what about you? Why are you standing out here again? Didn't I tell you not to hang around my place? Bellis will give me an earful the next time you see her, saying I'm making you work for me." Reke agreed to attend the party, then looked at Lan Xin with a headache.

"That's not true. I already told her," Lan Xin insisted.

"Bullshit. Why don't you go on a date with Bellis instead? What do I need another guy hanging around me for? Have you got a screw loose?" Reke snapped at Lan Xin, irritated by his stiff, by-the-book manner.

"That's final. You're not allowed over here anymore."

With that, Reke ignored Lan Xin, who wore a wry smile.

He had no idea what was wrong with the kid. The older he got, the more wooden he became. Reke would never admit that he had raised him badly.

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

Over the past ten years, Reke's battle power had reached four million.

Yet he still hadn't found a way to transform into a Super Saiyan. He could only tell that he had met the requirements, both in battle power and S-Cells.

Of course, he had also reached the bottleneck to becoming a Super Saiyan. He had touched it four years ago, when his battle power was three million, but even after gaining another million over the past four years, he still hadn't broken through.

Over the past decade, his Gravity Chamber had been upgraded several times. It could now reach up to 500 times normal gravity.

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

The Energy Detector had also been modified into a Scouter, designed as an earpiece according to Reke's description.

Its limit was still low, though. It could only measure up to 100,000, so Reke had never used it.

Of course, the thing Reke was most worried about was becoming a Super Saiyan. His battle power had stopped increasing recently.

That meant increasing his battle power wasn't a realistic way to break through the Super Saiyan bottleneck. But if the answer was rage, well, that was asking too much of him.

He hardly ever got angry. If anyone really did provoke him, he would kill them on the spot.

He had no idea what hatred even felt like, and he didn't have Vegeta's arrogant personality.

Nor could anyone call him evil.

Reke was at his wits' end. It was still a long time before Kakarot would transform.

But that wouldn't stop that kid from getting all kinds of power-ups later.

Reke didn't want to become some insignificant nobody, left cheering Kakarot and Vegeta on from behind.

After all, that would make a mockery of all the effort he'd put in over the years.

In his previous life, he couldn't even stick with running for a month.

And now he had been pushing himself through extreme training for over a decade.

Reke had another theory, but he couldn't put it into practice on this planet. It was also a little suicidal, and he wasn't willing to try it.

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

If Reke were on Earth right now, he would definitely choose that method. Hesitating for even a second would be disrespectful to Dragon Ball.

Unfortunately, he wasn't on Earth, and he valued his life.

So he was stuck.

That was why he had spent all these years consciously strengthening his control over ki and his perception. His ability to invade and disperse the energy spheres inside the Gravity Chamber was the result of that training.

He was now confident he could fight someone with a million more battle power than him.

"Ha..."

Reke let out a deep sigh.

The Budaso Adventure Team's nine-story building was festooned with balloons. A steady stream of influential figures and powerful fighters arrived.

They were directed to different floors according to their rank and how close they were to the hosts.

Reke wasn't the only one who had made progress over the past decade. The Budaso Adventure Team had become the top adventure team in the country.

Its leader, Bellis, had reached 120,000 in battle power and stood at the pinnacle of the planet.

So countless people came to curry favor with and make connections among the members of the Budaso Adventure Team.

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

The Alliance's delegation was led by a Bald Man. A Big-Breasted Woman in the group warned Six-Arms, "Don't cause trouble once we're upstairs, or if you get killed, I won't be carrying your body out."

"Poison Scorpion, you should worry about yourself. Stop trying to hook up with guys everywhere, or you might provoke someone you shouldn't," Six-Arms shot back.

His words seemed to hit a sore spot. The Big-Breasted Woman's face turned pale, then red. Clearly, something unpleasant had come to mind. She didn't argue with Six-Arms and nodded to show she understood.

The group was waiting for the elevator when footsteps came from behind them and stopped beside the Big-Breasted Woman and the others.

The Big-Breasted Woman caught a glimpse of the newcomer and her eyes lit up.

The newcomer was clearly her type. Suppressing the stirrings of desire, the Big-Breasted Woman looked him over.

The more she looked, the harder it became to hold herself back. Just as she was about to strike up a conversation, she noticed the tail behind him.