Reflection, Eating and Smashing the Pot, Rumors

Sack knew he had currently hit a bottleneck in his training.

If he could not keep improving, then secluding himself would be useless.

He might as well come out and think of another way.

In Dragon Ball World, when it came to research into ki...

Yardrat was the first choice.

It was one of the three stars every transmigrator had to visit.

Naturally, he, Sack, could not embarrass his predecessors and let those who came after laugh at him.

As soon as he came out of seclusion, he naturally could not wait to borrow Spaceship and head for Yardrat.

Frieza received the news immediately as well.

"Oh ho ho, that planet?

I hear there are beings there with battle power as high as 100,000."

Frieza sat on his exclusive throne, his shoulders shaking.

"Those two stupid wild monkey fools—will they be torn to shreds the moment they land?"

"Oh ho ho~"

Mockery hung on Zarbon's face as he faced Frieza's back and bowed slightly.

"Your Majesty is wise. Saiyans have a terrible reputation in the universe.

Once they enter Yardrat, they definitely won't be able to leave alive."

Frieza turned around, a smile on his face, yet the depths of his eyes were as abnormally cold as a block of ice.

"Just two ignorant wild monkeys.

Are those who leaked the information dead?"

Zarbon could not help trembling. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he dropped to his knees with a bang.

"Your Majesty, everyone who monitored the backend at the time was wiped out. Not even their bones remain."

The corner of Frieza's mouth curled, revealing a wicked smile.

"They got off too easily."

His tone suddenly changed.

"Do we have a plan to attack Yardrat?"

Zarbon's trembling intensified.

"Your Majesty, because we are launching an attack on the Saiyans in two years, we currently don't have suitable candidates to enter Yardrat.

Your Majesty, that planet is too powerful. It is this subordinate's incompetence."

"Oh? Then leave it for now. Wiping out the wild monkeys is the important matter.

One or two of them can't stir up any waves at all. They can be suppressed with a raise of the hand."

Zarbon lowered his head, and the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled.

"Has the notice been sent down?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Frieza began laughing neurotically again.

"Zarbon."

"Your Majesty."

"In two years, I'll take you to see fireworks. The planetary kind."

Intoxication appeared at the corners of Zarbon's mouth.

Many years ago, he had been fortunate enough to see His Majesty make a move.

One finger, one planet.

Those fireworks had been brilliant, beautiful, and intoxicating.

Now, he would be able to witness that scene again.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Oh ho ho~"

As Frieza laughed, he turned around and continued facing the endless, magnificent starry universe.

Frieza did not know that the negligence he showed today would create the giant who would loom over him in the future.

Sack also did not know that his little life had long been hanging by a thread.

Frieza knew his general movements like the back of his hand.

Whether he lived or died depended entirely on a single thought from Frieza.

Sack could not cultivate, so he let the spaceship fly alone through space.

He sat in the cabin and thought.

Cultivation could not continue, but that did not stop him from continuing to think.

What divine being had sent him to this world?

What great master had given him this cultivation method that only gods could practice?

And why did the Thunder Elephant and the Golden Light Figure not have it?

The first two were still fine. He himself was just an ant, so it did not matter.

But without assistance, how could he, a mere mortal, cultivate this kind of divine art?

Sack knew his own limits very well.

Although he had currently awakened ten thousand Giant Elephant Particles, in truth, he had not even crossed the threshold.

He might not even have stepped across the threshold of the Giant Elephant stage alone.

One had to know that this was a sovereign-level cultivation method, and one with special effects at that.

Its foundation should also contain many complex variations.

Never mind the later realms of the divine art.

Even at the current Giant Elephant realm, when he was just learning to walk, there ought to be some intricacies to it.

The biggest reason his cultivation speed was so fast was that the nature of this world was higher than the world where the protagonist in Holy King lived.

Added to that, the rules were not as strong, and his bloodline was superior to the original owner's.

Only then had he been able to condense ten thousand particles in just three short years without any help.

In short, it was brute force producing miracles.

He only had to keep absorbing vital energy.

Based on the description, Sack did not know whether his cultivation had gone astray or not.

He had never seen the complete image, so the risk was too great. He could not control it.

"Difficult. I hope Yardrat has a way.

"At the very least, it has to let me break through ten thousand Giant Elephant Particles.

"There are still two years left before Frieza destroys Planet Vegeta.

"With so little time, I don't know whether it'll be enough."

Sack did not blame heaven or resent others.

A battle power of three hundred thousand was naturally still very far from Frieza's.

But if not for the divine art, how could he, unable to cultivate through self-mutilation, have reached his current strength?

Go to Earth at the start?

With his bit of strength, he had no chance of escaping the squad and setting off on his own.

One had to know that all Saiyan technology was provided by Frieza.

All of it had trackers.

If Sack dared to run, Frieza would not even need to act. King Vegeta only had to give the order.

He could only turn to ash.

People had to learn to be content.

Having survived such a drastic change was already extremely difficult.

He had even become a mid-class Saiyan and had a great beauty accompanying him.

More than that, he had learned a super divine art and mastered some combat techniques.

Sack was very satisfied.

While satisfied, he was also extremely dissatisfied.

The God Elephant Prison-Suppressing Force was too powerful. Once this divine art was cultivated to completion—

Never mind the God Elephant realm.

The Prime Elephant alone, or even the Dragon Elephant, would be enough to make him invincible in the Dragon Ball World.

With eight hundred and forty million giant elephants, Sack would have 25.2 billion battle power. If he went Super Saiyan on top of that, he would directly reach a trillion battle power.

By more than thirty years later, Lightning Cell's battle power would only be between three and five billion.

Against that kind of boss, he would not even need to blink.

It was only that god he was a little unsure about.

The saying that one could not even sense a god's aura without reaching the godly realm was not just empty talk.

When Supreme Kai descended to the lower world, only Piccolo, who had fused with the Guardian of Earth, could sense that something was wrong.

Son Goku's power had risen by so much, yet even he could not sense anything wrong.

The realm of gods probably required something else.

In terms of pure strength and speed, he probably could not do anything to a God of Destruction.

At the very least, you had to grasp the rules, right?

Then again, This world seemed incredibly powerful, yet everything was like a castle in the air.

Sack still could not figure out where the energy from a Saiyan's explosive transformation came from.

And another thing.

How long had Son Goku even cultivated?

Less than a hundred years compared to hundreds of millions, and he directly pinned a God of Destruction down and hammered him.

In a completely disorderly world like this, he really did not know why so many people in his previous life had praised it.

If you said he had more fortuitous encounters, or a few more masters pouring power into him, that would be easier to imagine.

But he just trained a bit in an ordinary gravity chamber, and in no time, he surpassed a God of Destruction.

Sure enough, the more brainless it was, the bigger the audience.

Sack gave a bitter smile.

"Damn it, I'm cursing the cook while holding the bowl, smashing the pot after I'm done eating.

I survived thanks to the Dragon Ball. What right do I have to criticize this world?

I'm the one who's no good.

Come to think of it, I was at least a Dragon Ball fan in my previous life. Opening my mouth and joining in the insults myself is a little unseemly."

"Besides, the stronger the Saiyans are, isn't that better for me?

I wish I could flare my aura right now and hammer a God of Destruction, but I can't."

Sack cursed and grumbled, then soon fell asleep.

Inside the entire spaceship, only Renar kept huffing and shouting as she trained.

For these three years, she had not slacked off in the slightest.

The spaceship sped through outer space toward its predetermined destination.

Sack had no idea, out in the universe, rumors were spreading that Frieza had dispatched Saiyans to Yardrat to attack that planet.