Looking at the battered, ruined Tokyo world before him, Uchiha Hikaru sucked in a breath. Was this really the Tokyo he remembered, the one that hosted the World Martial Arts Tournament?
The entire region seemed shrouded in dark clouds. No, that was a barrier formed from the demonic aura of monsters, condensed within the endless void.
And the moment one approached this area, one could smell a horrifying stench that made people want to vomit.
"What is that smell?"
Uchiha Hikaru could not stand the stench any longer. At this rate, he would probably be fumigated to death before even reaching their lair.
"Hey, monkey, how did you even walk in there in the first place?"
Son Goku turned to look at Uchiha Hikaru, who was covering his nose, then took a deep breath. "A martial artist must be able to overcome any adversity."
"Any adversity?" Uchiha Hikaru nearly choked. "Now I know just how powerful you are, Son Goku..."
"Huh?"
"I really admire your courage!"
"Haha..." Son Goku laughed foolishly. In truth, Uchiha Hikaru was mocking him. Anyone who could endure such a horrifying stench really feared nothing. That was also why he had died several times.
Uchiha Hikaru did not want to repeat Son Goku's mistakes. This death, without any warning, had made him realize something.
Only after dying could one be revived through the Dragon Balls, that bug-like loophole. Otherwise, even with a system, one could only slowly fumble through things and survive in ghost form.
He did not want there to be a next time. Son Goku could revive him, but what about later? Would he have to painfully search for a way himself?
With his current strength and the Half-Awakened Super God Bloodline, he already had one foot in the realm of Super Saiyan Two.