The Two Who Parted

In truth, Zhang Wutian was not the least bit worried that Little Wukong might encounter danger.

Rather than worrying about this monkey-girl who was stronger than himself, it would be far more reliable for Zhang Wutian to worry about his own safety.

Take the current situation, for instance.

A Tyrannosaurus Rex at least 10 meters tall was drooling, staring at him with ferocious eyes.

"Are you hungry?"

The only answer Zhang Wutian received was a steady drip of foul-smelling saliva.

"What a coincidence, I'm hungry too."

A friendly smile spread across Zhang Wutian's face.

The next moment, the T-Rex lunged down, intending to swallow the dirt, the grass, and Zhang Wutian all in one gulp.

Zhang Wutian hopped backward, easily dodging the T-Rex's teeth, and then, using the momentum of that hop, he propelled himself forward like a bullet, landing a flying kick squarely on the beast's lower jaw.

The power of that strike was heaven-shattering, forcing the T-Rex's drooping head to snap violently upward.

Then came the lethal second strike. Taking advantage of the T-Rex's stunned state, Zhang Wutian reached its leg, gathered all his strength, grabbed the limb, and hoisted it into the air.

Following that, Zhang Wutian began to spin in place, dragging the dragon's leg along with him.

"I'll give you a ride to the sky!!!"

Utilizing the centrifugal force generated by the rotation, Zhang Wutian hurled the massive creature, which was dozens of times his size, through the air.

The T-Rex landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhang Wutian clapped his hands together with ease, signaling that while his combat power might still be a bit shaky, it was more than enough to deal with a beast like this.

A short while later...

Zhang Wutian was roasting a chunk of meat over a fire. Having spent half a year with Little Wukong, he had become quite skilled at surviving in the wild.

Little Wukong was never one for taking care of others. Living in the forest with that monkey-girl, if one didn't learn to look after themselves, they wouldn't have enough lives to spare. Relying on oneself is better than relying on others—that was the lesson Zhang Wutian had learned over the past six months.

Beside Zhang Wutian, the towering T-Rex tried its best to curl up, tucking its neck in and attempting to look inconspicuous, though its massive frame made the effort a joke.

A chunk of the T-Rex's tail was missing; as for where that piece of meat had gone, Zhang Wutian was clearly the one with the most to say on the matter.

After finishing his meal, Zhang Wutian began to squeeze the remaining value out of the T-Rex.

He treated the beast entirely as his mount, sitting squarely on its head and commanding the now-fully-tamed predator to keep moving forward.

A few days later, a small village nearest to the forest fell into a state of collective panic.

A massive T-Rex, known to local hunters as the Lord of the Forest, was charging toward this secluded village with heavy, thundering footsteps.

The men armed themselves with hunting rifles and machetes, bracing for a desperate battle, while the elderly, women, and children huddled in their homes, trembling as they awaited the final judgment...

Until...

"What is that on top of the Lord of the Forest?" a sharp-eyed hunter asked his nervous companion.

"That looks like... a person??"

When Zhang Wutian arrived at the village entrance riding the T-Rex, he was met by half-armed men who didn't even dare to breathe.

Jumping down from the T-Rex's head, Zhang Wutian walked toward the man in the lead and asked, "Do you buy game here?"

"G-game?" The man, who had been gripping his rifle tightly, stammered, clearly not expecting the first words from the man riding a T-Rex to be about commerce. "We... we do buy it."

"That's great, I have plenty of game to sell you." Zhang Wutian smiled.

A smile is perhaps the best tool for bridging the gap between people. Once Zhang Wutian displayed the various kills strapped to the T-Rex's back, the stagnant atmosphere vanished. The elderly, women, and children emerged from their homes, and the village, which had been filled with the air of a last stand, instantly became a hive of activity.

Almost everyone joined in to process the game, performing the initial cleaning of the haul Zhang Wutian had captured along the way.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wutian settled the payment with the village elder.

As the head of a frontier village, the old man struck Zhang Wutian as simple and honest. There wasn't much of a merchant's cunning or deceit about him—though that also had to do with the threat of Zhang Wutian's martial prowess. After all, the T-Rex, which the village's combined strength might not even be able to handle, was still standing nearby, seemingly completely tamed by this man. If the old village chief had intended to pull any tricks, he would have lived his life in vain.

"Damn it, even if I bought a plane, I wouldn't know how to fly it. Besides, this money isn't nearly enough to buy one anyway. If I had known, I would have asked Miss Bulma for an autopilot plane. That young lady is a rich socialite who doesn't care about money anyway."

After accepting the money the village chief handed over with trepidation, Zhang Wutian used a portion of it to restock his supplies before leaving the village.

He didn't even intend to spend the night there; it was clear to him that the presence of the T-Rex was far too stimulating for the villagers.

During the half-year he spent living with Little Wukong, Zhang Wutian had gradually grown accustomed to life in the wild. He wasn't the type to shamelessly cause trouble for others. Since he had already disrupted their normal lives, and he didn't care about staying in the village overnight, he might as well just leave. Why stay and be a nuisance?

Zhang Wutian continued on, passing through one village after another, occasionally traversing more prosperous cities. As this was a modernized world, by the time he reached the third village, the news of a powerful man traveling on a T-Rex had already spread through the string of cities and villages along his route. While the subsequent villages and cities remained tense, they didn't act as if they were facing an existential threat like the first one. In fact, Zhang Wutian's story had even become a minor topic in the newspapers, circulating throughout human society.

"Wukong, look, isn't that the guy, Zhang Wutian?"

Bulma showed the picture in the newspaper to Little Wukong.

"It really is Zhang Wutian! Bulma, read it to me, what does it say?"

Having learned a bit of common sense during their travels and finally stopped believing that tiny people lived inside the television, Sun Wukong pestered Bulma to read the text, feeling the urge to learn how to read for the first time.

When Miss Bulma finished reading the news, Little Wukong said to her, "Bulma, can you give me this newspaper?"

Under Bulma's knowing, ambiguous smile, Little Wukong carefully folded the paper containing Zhang Wutian's picture and tucked it into her clothes.

As the night deepened, Little Wukong took out a newspaper inside the house created by a Capsule before heading to bed.

Staring at the somewhat blurry image of Zhang Wutian, Little Wukong whispered softly:

"Goodnight, Zhang Wutian."

After saying this to the newspaper, Little Wukong lay down on the bed.

Immediately after, she suddenly jumped off the bed, trotted over to the bag containing the Dragon Balls, and said to the Four-Star Ball: "I'm sorry, I almost forgot. Goodnight to you too, Grandpa."

Then, Little Wukong lay back down on the bed, and this time, she drifted into a deep sleep in barely ten seconds.