Amid everyone's shocked gazes, Smith Dole began adapting to the tenfold gravity. From struggling to even take a step, he gradually started punching, kicking, and jumping. It didn't take him long at all to get used to it.
"Master Smith is just incredible!"
Hearing Pool's exclamation, everyone present echoed in agreement.
"No wonder he's called God."
Elena, standing off to the side, looked at Smith with admiration glowing in her eyes.
Most people couldn't survive for long under just twice the normal gravity—let alone train in it. Even astronauts, trained for harsh environments, could only endure three to four times gravity for short periods, and that was just for work, not training.
Everyone could clearly feel how distant and unreachable their leader's strength truly was.
Smith didn't want them to just stand around watching. After briefly testing his body under the gravity, he walked out and had Bulma adjust the gravity down to 1.5 times normal. Then he sent Fox, Wesley, John Wick, Alexei, and the others in to try it out themselves.
Watching the team enter the gravity chamber, Smith smiled to himself. But in the next moment, a strange message echoed in his mind.
The Dragon Balls… had awakened again.
It had already been a year since John Wick used them to resurrect his wife. Time really flew.
Who would be the next lucky person to get a wish? Smith found himself eagerly anticipating the three upcoming wish draws. What kind of power boost would he get this time?
Because of his increasing strength, the Dragon Balls had also undergone a transformation:
Anyone who comes into contact with them will now instantly understand their power.
Smith was aware of this new change—but he wasn't worried.
What he didn't know was that "coming into contact" didn't just mean touching the Dragon Balls. It also included anyone who had interacted with them in the past and survived.
Closing his eyes, Smith tapped into his ability to sense where each of the Dragon Balls now rested, and how many people had already come into contact with them…
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Elsewhere…
Across the globe, the seven Dragon Balls, which had turned to stone, now regained their true forms.
In London, a rich kid was watching a viral video of an influencer using a power-level detector to find people with combat strength over 5. Inspired, he grabbed a detector and headed to the subway.
He believed that real warriors lived among the common people—and the subway was packed.
"I wonder if I'll run into a peak-level fighter… or even a Transcender."
As the power-level trend grew, those without special abilities but with combat strength over 8 had earned the title: Transcenders.
He stood near the train platform, watching passengers arrive and leave, scanning each one excitedly.
"5… 5.5… 4.3…"
"Wait, this guy's 3.7. A junkie maybe?"
Just then, he spotted a towering Black man barreling through the crowd, shoving people aside.
"Ten?! No way!"
"Did I just stumble into a Transcender?"
Excited, the rich kid walked up to him, hoping to make a connection.
But the moment he approached, the big man stopped, turned abruptly, and shouted:
"Vampire!"
Then, without warning, he pulled two submachine guns from under his coat and opened fire.
"RAT-A-TAT-TAT!"
Bullets sprayed through the crowd. He didn't care who got caught in the crossfire.
Screams filled the station as passengers scrambled. Those about to enter the station turned and fled, abandoning their plans entirely.
The rich kid stood frozen, jaw dropped. "Did… did he just say 'vampire'?"
The Black man kept advancing, guns blazing at a pale white man. Suddenly, another guy rushed out from the crowd, drew a handgun, and opened fire on the pale target.
"BANG BANG BANG!"
Bullets hit. The pale man collapsed. But then…
Purple markings started crawling across his body. His face twisted in agony, as if burning from the inside out.
The rich kid could hardly believe his eyes. Were those new experimental weapons?
Then—click—a woman in a black coat stepped out, both hands gripping pistols, and unleashed a fresh barrage.
"RAT-A-TAT-TAT!"
Her fierce assault pinned the Black man down. He ducked behind a pillar to reload.
Bullets flew wildly, and the rich kid finally ducked for cover, realizing how real this was. He wasn't ready to die in some crossfire.
The woman, Selene, was hunting werewolves. She noticed the rich kid wearing the power-level detector, and frowned. Their identities could easily be exposed through it.
While she reloaded behind cover, she also debated what to do with the bystander. Was his gear legit? Some people wore knockoffs just to show off…
Then, another gunman burst into the station, laying down fire on the Black man and forcing him to retreat into the subway train.
Now there were four combatants—two on each side. No one paid any attention to the rich kid anymore.
Catherine, chasing a werewolf, sprinted onto the tracks and disappeared into the tunnels.
Inside the train, the vampire and the Black man were now shooting at each other through glass.
They both ran out of ammo, then the vampire bolted into the next train car, chasing the retreating Black man.
The rich kid finally exhaled in relief and used the chaos to sneak out of the station.
But the gunfight hadn't ended.
The Black man and the white vampire crashed out of the train and landed on the tracks. They locked eyes—and in the next moment, the Black man's body twisted and transformed into a towering, two-legged werewolf, while the other's fangs gleamed—he was indeed a vampire.
With a roar, they lunged at each other.
From the safety of his hiding spot, the rich kid watched in awe.
"Holy shit, that guy really is a werewolf…"
"And the other… really is a vampire?!"
Moments later, the werewolf ripped his opponent apart and turned to flee into the night without looking back.
—End of chapter—
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