The Hyperbolic Time Chamber's Cultivation

Jiang Che slowly opened his eyes, the lingering glow of the fading light still etched in his pupils.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing toward the distant horizon through the window, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips that held an inscrutable meaning.

"One month... quite interesting." He chuckled softly, withdrawing his gaze as his fingers tapped rhythmically against his knee, as if mapping out a plan in his mind.

Immediately after, he closed his eyes, sinking into deep meditation.

The air around him began to vibrate gently; a dormant power was awakening within him.

He stood on the platform of the Heavenly God's Palace, hands clasped behind his back, watching the skyline drift further away.

In the distance, the spaceship carrying Son Goku and the others had become a mere speck in the sky, eventually swallowed by the clouds and lost to sight.

The stone steps before the palace were weathered and old; a breeze swept past, stirring a few withered leaves.

Jiang Che's robes fluttered and settled with a soft, rustling sound.

He took a deep breath, carefully sensing the aura still lingering in the air—a familiar presence rapidly receding toward Beerus Planet.

"One month..." His voice echoed across the vast, empty platform.

His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon, as if he could see Beerus Planet itself. "Time... should be just enough." He turned around, the soles of his shoes scraping against the stone with a faint echo.

The stone floor, polished by eons of wind and rain, reflected his tall, upright silhouette.

Jiang Che withdrew his gaze and looked toward the heavy stone door at the center of the palace.

That door stood in silent stillness, the entrance to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

He strode toward it, his aura shifting subtly with every step, as if he were fine-tuning his physical state.

By the time he reached the entrance, his presence had completely settled, like a warrior preparing to step onto the battlefield.

Just then, Dende emerged from the palace, clutching a pot of Senzu bean tea.

The moment he caught sight of Jiang Che, he froze, nearly dropping the pot.

Dende's gaze swept over Jiang Che, inadvertently catching the fleeting sharpness in his eyes.

"Mr. Jiang Che, you just came out, and you're going back in?" Dende didn't quite understand, his grip tightening instinctively on the teapot.

"Yes." Jiang Che didn't turn back, his voice calm and crisp.

He could feel Dende watching him from behind, but he did not stop his stride.

"There are some things that need to be handled."

Dende opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

He watched Jiang Che's shadow stretch long in the light—a gait filled with an unshakable resolve.

Ultimately, he simply swallowed hard, stepped aside, and bowed slightly with a hint of reverence.

As Jiang Che passed him, the temperature of the air suddenly spiked; it was a pressure, invisible yet undeniably real.

Jiang Che reached out and pushed open the stone door of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

The door groaned with a deep rumble, dust falling from the seams as white light gradually illuminated his figure.

The light from the doorway was blinding and pristine, carrying a mystery that felt detached from reality.

Jiang Che stepped inside, and the stone door slammed shut.

The last sliver of light vanished, and he was completely enveloped in the white void.

Everything around him was pure, boundless white; the air was thin, and the gravity was crushing—a tenfold weight pressed down on him relentlessly, causing the ground to tremble with a low, resonant hum.

Jiang Che took a deep breath, feeling the heavy pressure; every heartbeat and breath seemed infinitely amplified by the space.

He closed his eyes, feeling every fiber of his muscles responding to the gravity.

He whispered in his mind: "System."

The next instant, a translucent blue panel flickered into view before his eyes.

On it were lines of familiar text:

[Host: Jiang Che]
[Strength: God of Super Saiyans]
[Exchange Value: 0]
[Redeemed: Tenfold Kaioken]

He stared at the "Exchange Value: 0" line for a few seconds, a faint smile touching his lips.

"Zero exchange value... how clean." His soft self-muttering echoed through the vast space.

He stretched his shoulders, his bones popping as if preparing for the moment to come.

Tenfold Kaioken—this was a lethal technique.

In the original story, even when Son Goku transformed, his body was nearly torn apart under the strain of the Kaioken.

His heart, muscles, and blood vessels all felt as though they were about to burst.

But he would be fine, because the version provided by the system had no side effects.

It was precisely because of this that he had the courage to challenge his limits.

"Let's try it." He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

His chest rose and fell, each breath seemingly striking the rhythm of meditation.

The power within him flowed slowly, like a slumbering behemoth awakening.

A surge of strength began to revive from the depths of his body.

A red aura burned upon his skin, as scorching as flames.

His hair stood up bit by bit, its color shifting from black to red, and his pupils were dyed crimson; this was the true God of Super Saiyans.

He felt the torrent within him, a power that felt as if it could grasp the very firmament.

Powerful, unshakable—but he did not stop.

The power continued to stack.

Tenfold Kaioken!

In an instant, the red aura surged, forming a blinding halo that swept over his entire body, bathing the whole white space in red.

His body began to tremble, muscles tensed, and veins bulged, as if the flood within him might burst the dam at any moment.

Even so, he gritted his teeth, determined to force these two powers to stack together.

The red flames converged, his heartbeat accelerated, and his blood flowed at a furious pace.

His breathing grew heavy, and sweat slid down his forehead, dropping onto the white floor beneath his feet, turning into steam in the blink of an eye.

He opened his eyes, his irises a deep, intense red, tinged with a hint of madness.

Now, he truly felt that incomparable energy.

This power was not just a god, but a fusion of a god and mortal technique.

It could shatter the heavens and tear through the void.

His body was enveloped in a red halo, with golden sparks flashing at its edges.

The air around him distorted, and the ground began to crack, the fissures spreading outward.

Jiang Che smiled.

"Not enough..."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt that power continue to wash over his entire body unrestrained.

He knew very well that this was merely the beginning.

One month was enough time to push this power to its absolute limit.