Li Xing stood there, his eyes vacant.
So...
It was actually his fault?
Thinking back, especially when he'd chosen his starting options, the system hadn't shown any bias.
Option one: one billion yuan.
He could have built a powerful technology conglomerate.
With his knowledge of the plot and his experience in the real world, he could have founded a company in the Dragon Ball World far more advanced than Hoi-Poi Capsule, developing all kinds of high technology.
Androids, gene serums, superweapons, and more.
Option two: Saiyan bloodline, taking the broad road to success in the Dragon Ball World.
With his advantage of being familiar with the early plot, Li Xing could have gained immense strength.
He could have gone to Cat Hermit, gotten plenty of Senzu Beans, then trained himself to the limit.
Those were paths with guaranteed results.
Li Xing had left those options alone and instead picked the last one: an ability he knew nothing about.
He'd also dismissed, deep down, the idea of adventuring with Sun Wukong and the others and becoming one of them.
So, in truth, the system hadn't deliberately guided him into becoming a bad person.
He was simply a bad person to begin with.
No!
Adults weren't good or bad, right or wrong.
All judgments came down to one's perspective and understanding.
What you saw as evil wasn't necessarily evil, and what you saw as good wasn't necessarily good.
Li Xing had made the choice that best served his interests.
It was simply the unconventional choice that suited the interests of an orphan who'd struggled up from the bottom, and who, at the young age of fifteen, had managed to live quite comfortably—a refined egoist, judging by his own understanding.
As an orphan, finding a different path had been his secret to clawing his way up.
Without that skill and mindset, if he'd obediently followed the rules laid down by others, how could he possibly have lived so comfortably?
He could only have been sent to an orphanage, adopted by someone, gone to school for a few years, then become a cog in society's machine.
It was precisely because he'd found a different path that he'd managed to achieve a little success.
Now that he was in the Dragon Ball World, faced with an unfamiliar environment and powerful enemies, Li Xing had instinctively chosen the same way to make himself stronger.
"Hmph! So what? There aren't any laws in this world to hold me back. As long as I'm strong enough, I can do whatever I want.
"If someone pisses me off, I can blow up the Earth and it still won't be a problem."
Li Xing suddenly roared in anger.
Yamcha was startled.
The moment this guy had jumped over, he'd just stood there in front of them, spacing out. Now he was suddenly roaring like a madman.
Judging by his agility, he was definitely a crazy strongman. Best not to provoke him.
Sun Wukong couldn't care less.
He got into a fighting stance.
"Hey, what are you talking about all by yourself? Why did you tell me to stop?"
Li Xing snapped back to his senses, aghast.
He'd gotten distracted in the middle of a fight and completely lost himself in his thoughts. He was hopeless.
His face reddened, and he glared viciously at Sun Wukong.
"Damn it, you broke my machine!"
"What? That monster belongs to you?"
Behind them, Yamcha, Bulma, and the others all toppled to the ground with heavy thuds, followed by pained grimaces and sharp gasps.
Sun Wukong, that guy...
He was hopeless!
Li Xing ignored them.
This was standard behavior for Sun Wukong. He'd expected as much.
He pushed off with both feet, his body rocketing toward Sun Wukong like a cannonball.
"You dare play dumb with me? I'll kill you!"
Li Xing's shout was vicious, and his attacks were sharp enough, but there wasn't much killing intent behind them.
Sun Wukong was furious at first, then happily began fighting Li Xing.
"You're strong."
Sack fell silent.
Strong?
Against Sun Wukong's current strength, he was still a little weak.
But it didn't matter.
The Pilaf Gang had done a decent job, at least. They'd worn the others down.
Taking down the two of them this time shouldn't be too difficult.
He threw a punch at the excited Sun Wukong.
"You're asking for it."
The two of them darted up and down, trading punches and kicks.
Li Xing was left feeling awkward.
He'd tried to intimidate Sun Wukong by shouting at him, but the other guy hadn't paid him the slightest attention. The more they fought, the more excited he got.
Fight fanatics were the worst.
Li Xing thought gloomily, but he couldn't do a thing about Sun Wukong. All he could do was grit his teeth and keep fighting.
Fortunately, Li Xing's strategy was working.
The Pilaf Gang might have been a little foolish, but they could still help wear down Sun Wukong and Yamcha.
Li Xing hadn't been fighting long when Sun Wukong's stomach let out a thunderous growl.
"W-wait a second. I-I'm hungry."
Li Xing was delighted.
Hungry?
That was exactly what he wanted.
If Sun Wukong wasn't hungry, Li Xing couldn't beat him.
He attacked with even greater ferocity, occasionally using his Devour Ability.
Another ten-odd minutes passed, and the two of them had scraped a layer off the ground as they fought.
The Pilaf Gang had already climbed out of their mecha and run far away.
Li Xing found a moment to look over.
They were fine. This time, they hadn't done anything stupid, and had hidden their identities as they fled.
They were all driving small mechas, so the others probably hadn't seen their real faces.
Bang!
With Li Xing's final blow, Sun Wukong collapsed, dazed.
In his first fight against Sun Wukong, Li Xing had won a difficult victory through underhanded means.
Li Xing didn't dare let his guard down.
Sun Wukong would wake up soon and regain some of his strength.
He'd use this opportunity to take down Yamcha and steal all the Dragon Balls and the Dragon Ball Radar.
With that decided, Li Xing lunged fiercely at Yamcha.
He had no fondness for this nobody.
He attacked without mercy.
Yamcha was quickly dealt with, beaten unconscious.
Without another word, Li Xing walked straight toward Bulma.
"Y-you, what are you going to do?"
With his black wolf-head mask, Li Xing looked utterly menacing.
Bulma's legs shook, and sweat beaded all over her skin.
She trembled, both nervous and conflicted.
What if...
What if this muscular man who'd beaten Sun Wukong turned out to be handsome?
What if this strong man wanted to, well... Should she say yes or say yes?
There was nothing here. Which of the Hoi-Poi Capsules had her villa in it?
Would it seem a little forward if she took it out now?
Maybe she should let out a couple of screams.
Li Xing looked at the inexplicable blush spreading across Bulma's face, completely bewildered.
He'd heard that some people breathed heavily and blushed when they were nervous.
He shook his head.
He reached out and grabbed Bulma's—cough, cough—great, life-giving—censored area.
"What are you doing?"
At her unbearably coy cry, Li Xing shuddered and hurried things along.
He took out all the Capsules, grabbed the Dragon Ball beside her, and snatched the Dragon Ball from her pants pocket.
"My Dragon Balls! My Dragon Balls!"
Slap!
"Ah!"
With a casual wave, Li Xing sent Bulma flying through the air in a perfect arc.
Thump!
"Ugh!"
Li Xing didn't bother with Bulma. He counted the Dragon Balls.
Five.
With a few leaps, he returned to Sun Wukong and rummaged around. His eyes lit up.
He took the cloth pouch from Sun Wukong's waist.
With a nimble hop, he landed on the trunk of a strange tree, then slipped away through the gap between the trees, leaving behind a scene of utter chaos and three unconscious people.
As for Puar and Oolong...
They were useless. They couldn't hold their own.
Back in the car, Li Xing took out all the Dragon Balls, his eyes shining.
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