Tenfold Gravity

Tang Yangbing did not hide anything and directly told her that Trunks was dead.

His voice was low and heavy, every word seeming to carry the weight of a thousand pounds.

Bulma's body trembled slightly, and the tool in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, producing a piercing sound.

Her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling in them, but she forcefully held them back. "Bulma, I hope to finish what Trunks left undone," Tang Yangbing continued, his voice filled with firm resolve. "Please build another Time Machine. I want to return to the past and change the future tragedy."

He carefully explained why he had come, cleverly presenting his excuse as Trunks's final wish.

Sure enough, when Bulma heard the end of it, the grief on her face finally eased somewhat.

She slowly raised her head, a complex glint flashing through her eyes, as though she had seen Trunks's shadow in Tang Yangbing.

"That won't be a problem," Bulma said in a cold, calm voice, as if she were desperately suppressing the pain in her heart. "Now that the Androids aren't in this timeline anymore, it'll be much easier to build one. But you'll have to help me!"

There was not the slightest warmth in her voice. Her only source of support had left her, and it felt as though her heart had been hollowed out.

Tang Yangbing nodded, looking steadfastly at Bulma as though silently promising that, no matter what, he would complete this task.

"Alright, no problem. I'll come back in two days. I still have something to do now." Tang Yangbing's voice echoed through the empty ruins, carrying an almost imperceptible resolve.

He stood amid crumbling walls and broken rubble, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings.

Since he still had two days, he decided to strengthen himself as much as possible before traveling through time.

After all, when facing unknown dangers, every additional bit of strength meant another measure of hope for survival.

On this desolate land, there was only one place that could greatly increase combat power in such a short time—the Korin Tower!

The Korin Tower was a legendary holy land, the birthplace of countless miracles.

It soared into the clouds as though linking heaven and earth. Its body was covered with the marks of time, every stone seeming to tell an ancient tale.

The Korin Tower had produced Kami and Master Roshi. It was from here that Son Goku's legend began, along with the tales of the Dragon Ball warriors.

It could be said that the Korin Tower was the birthplace of Earth's miracles, where countless heroes' dreams began.

Although the Dragon Ball warriors had now all fallen, Tang Yangbing firmly believed that the Korin Tower was still standing.

What he needed to do now was make use of a miraculous place there—the Hyperbolic Time Chamber!

Legend had it that time passed there at an entirely different rate from the outside world, making it a holy land coveted by all cultivators.

The Korin Tower was not difficult to find. Tang Yangbing sprang into motion, transforming into a streak of light as he sped through the sky.

A few minutes later, he arrived above Kami's Lookout.

However, the sight before him made his heart sink.

The once solemn and sacred Kami's Lookout had now become a field of ruins.

The palace had collapsed and the walls were shattered. Only a few corridors and rooms barely retained their original appearance.

Broken bricks and stones lay scattered everywhere, weeds grew rampant, and the air was filled with a decaying stench.

"Looks like Android 18 and the others came here too," Tang Yangbing sighed softly, a complicated expression flashing through his eyes. "I hope the Hyperbolic Time Chamber is still here." He did not know the chamber's exact location and could only search room by room.

He moved through the ruins, his steps light yet resolute.

Every time he pushed open a door, his heart filled with both anticipation and unease.

Some rooms were piled high with rubble, while others contained nothing at all. Only a few strands of sunlight filtered through cracks and fell upon the ground, casting mottled patches of light and shadow.

Second by second, time passed, and fine beads of sweat formed on Tang Yangbing's forehead.

He did not dare relax in the slightest. His gaze was sharp as he carefully inspected every corner.

Finally, after an hour, he came before the last intact room.

This room was located in the deepest part of the ruins. Its door was tightly shut, as though concealing some kind of secret.

Tang Yangbing took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.

The hinges let out a soft creak, as though recounting the passage of the years. "I don't know whether this is it, but it's my last hope." He muttered under his breath, determination gleaming in his eyes.

No matter the result, he had to try.

Because this might be his only chance, and the crucial first step on his new journey.

As he slowly pushed open the heavy door, the widening gap released a desolate, icy chill that rushed toward him, as though enveloping his entire body.

The sight before him made him instinctively hold his breath—an endless expanse of white, as though covered by a thick blanket of snow, or as if he had entered a forgotten void.

White ground, white sky, even the air seemed dyed in that monotonous color. Other than white, there was nothing else in the entire world. "I finally found it. Thank goodness it wasn't destroyed." An uncontrollable surge of joy rose in Tang Yangbing's heart. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

He cautiously stepped into the mysterious space. The ground beneath his feet was solid and cold, as though he were walking on a thick sheet of ice.

After entering the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Tang Yangbing looked around and found it exactly like the setting from the anime in his memories.

Aside from the lonely little house in the distance—the only resting area—everything else was a vast expanse of white, as though the entire world were shrouded by an invisible force.

An unusual aura filled the air, both like the accumulation of time and the distortion of space, involuntarily giving him an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Suddenly, a powerful force surged in from all directions. Tang Yangbing's body abruptly sank, as though an invisible mountain were pressing down upon him.

Ten times gravity!

He was still not used to it after just entering. Every step was exceptionally difficult, his muscles taut and his breathing becoming rapid.

The sensation made him extremely uncomfortable, as though his entire body were protesting this sudden burden. "Forget it. I'll get used to it after a while." Tang Yangbing took a deep breath and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart.

He told himself that since he had come here, he had to persevere. "Time to start training. I still have half a year!" His voice echoed through the vast empty space, carrying determination and resolve.