Li Xing listened to them greet him.
He felt smug.
Brainwashing—hadn't it worked perfectly?
Earth was about to gain a powerful new villainous organization.
They'd spend their days doing nothing good, specializing in attacking those self-proclaimed superheroes who claimed to protect the planet.
"Number One, what should we call you normally?"
Li Xing glanced at the clueless Ashu.
"Idiot, of course you should call him Mr. Li."
"No, it should be Chairman—the chairman of Aurora."
"I think it should be Chairman Li Xing."
The three argued incessantly, even starting to squabble.
"Idiots, obviously what I say goes."
Li Xing hurriedly stopped Pilaf.
What was the point of arguing?
They still had to go out and get beaten up later.
They'd better save their strength and hold out a little longer. That would take some pressure off him, wouldn't it?
"Enough. Normally, call me Mr. Li. But the three of you will be in charge of the Aurora Group. I'll advise you from behind the scenes and show my face once in a while.
"Now, follow the plan and test the mechs."
Pilaf chuckled.
"Don't worry, Number One. I'm confident in my scientific abilities.
"There's no one on Earth who can surpass me."
Li Xing neither agreed nor said anything to discourage Pilaf.
Confidence was a good thing.
If he crushed Pilaf's confidence enough, he could comfort him afterward and maybe even become his life coach.
What a bargain.
"Come on. Didn't you detect Dragon Balls?
"Go test their capabilities.
"We don't need bad people collecting Dragon Balls to do bad things—and we won't allow it."
"Understood, Number One!"
Watching the group march off with their chests puffed out, Li Xing was deeply moved.
What a wonderful bunch of people. How had they gotten so unlucky that they ended up badly injured every single time?
As the three climbed into their mechs and headed out, Li Xing couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
He thought about it for a while but couldn't figure out why. Then he took out the only Dragon Ball he had and tucked it into his clothes.
"These martial arts clothes still aren't good enough. I'll push Pilaf to develop nanomaterials, then have him make some Iron Man-style nanotech clothes.
"Then I won't have to change outfits wherever I go."
The idea suddenly popped into Li Xing's head.
No man could resist the allure of a mech.
If he didn't know that Pilaf and the others' mechs were weak and wouldn't do much for his strength—that they couldn't beat Sun Wukong and the others—he'd want to pilot one and fight Sun Wukong himself.
Of course, Pilaf's mechs were also so ugly that Li Xing didn't want to wear one.
He took the vertical lift straight to the garage and casually picked out a car.
Boom!
An hour later.
Looking at Pilaf and the others amid a heap of scrap metal, Li Xing finally realized what he'd overlooked.
Those three idiots had driven their mechs all the way from the castle to where Sun Wukong and the others were.
They'd wasted far too much fuel along the way.
They hadn't been fighting for long before they ran out of power and ground to a halt.
That was how Sun Wukong and Yamcha had gained the upper hand and dismantled the mechs.
Li Xing shook his head with a wry smile.
"Transmigrators really aren't all geniuses."
Li Xing sighed.
He knew that all too well.
After training and fighting for so long, his strength had improved at a snail's pace.
Seeing Yamcha about to rummage through the scrap, Li Xing knew it wasn't the right time for Pilaf and the others to reveal themselves.
He took out the Black Wolf Mask he'd prepared, pulled it over his head, and leaped straight out of the car.
Using the surrounding trees for cover, Li Xing raced toward them, half airborne.
"Stop!"
He was still moving, but his shout had already carried a long way.
His voice sounded muffled, his tone strange.
If anyone could see through things, they'd notice a small piece of wood in Li Xing's mouth.
Without any powerful skills, Li Xing had chosen the most primitive method.
With something in his mouth, he could naturally alter his voice.
If he also made it deliberately deeper, the change would be dramatic.
At the sound of the strange voice, Sun Wukong and Yamcha immediately tensed and went on guard.
"Oh my god, could it be a ghost?"
Li Xing's eerie voice made Bulma's hair stand on end and raised goosebumps all over her. Trembling, she clung to Oolong and Puar.
Puar and Oolong were terrified too. Unlike Puar, though, Oolong's face showed a mix of fear and pleasure.
"Heh heh, this is great, just great, so great!"
Li Xing caught sight of this out of the corner of his eye and stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face.
Luckily, he reacted quickly at the last moment, flipped forward in midair, and landed in front of Sun Wukong and Yamcha, staring at them coldly.
He grumbled to himself the whole time.
That lascivious Bulma had been handing out hats to people from the start.
Poor Tragedy-ta.
Unlike people who came to the Dragon Ball World to collect all kinds of beautiful women, Li Xing had no interest in any of the main female characters.
He was an orphan, but his people had their traditions.
Most of the female leads in the Dragon Ball World were practically selling their bodies, and many times they even exposed themselves completely.
Li Xing simply couldn't accept that.
He could find plenty of beautiful women in the future, but he had absolutely no interest in these female leads.
He wouldn't criticize anyone else for harboring Mengde's ambitions, but he had his own moral scruples.
Put that way, he sounded hypocritical and unfair.
Li Xing wasn't about to change his mind.
This world had always been survival of the fittest. What fairness was there to speak of?
Whether it was the Dragon Ball World he was in now or the real world where he'd originally lived.
The real world he'd come from was even more unfair.
Material abundance meant everyone could eat their fill, so people overlooked it without thinking.
Or maybe those in control of public opinion deliberately steered the narrative, dressing things up and covering them over until fools couldn't see the truth.
Or maybe it wasn't that they couldn't see it, but that they were powerless.
In this world, one man's fury could draw blood within five paces. In that other world, how many people still had any fire in them?
At their core, human beings were animals too. Their fangs and claws had long since been ground down. They had neither the guts nor the ability to fight back.
Otherwise, how could there be so many cases of people being hurt for perfectly valid reasons that sparked huge debates between two, sometimes even three, opposing camps?
The voices of support for the attackers were often louder, too.
Was Li Xing after fairness?
No!
Would he uphold fairness?
Absolutely not!
He wouldn't hypocritically say the rich were heartless, or claim that if he had money he'd be a good person, if he had strength he'd protect the weak, or if he had power he'd help others.
Within limits and in the public eye, he didn't mind doing a few small things like that.
But in most cases, Li Xing wouldn't care whether other people lived or died, and he wouldn't help them.
Getting richer, gaining more power, becoming stronger, or working hard to live a better life.
At their core, these things were all about exploiting others.
Only by exploiting other people could you claim to live well and enjoy life.
Otherwise, if everyone lived the same way, what was there to enjoy? What was the point of striving?
If your life was good, someone else's had to be bad. Otherwise, what meaning did your good life have?
In just a brief moment, all sorts of thoughts ran through Li Xing's mind.
Seriously.
As soon as this fully formed idea surfaced, even he was stunned.
He was stunned speechless!
Every time, the options his system gave him steered him toward being a bad person.
So it wasn't the system making him a bad person.
He'd been one all along.
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