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Chapter 343 Dragon Ball Extra 9

After all, Sun Wukong is a dead man, and King Kai of the North is a great god who manages a part of the galaxy. How could he have the time to serve as a human telephone for them for a day?

Now that the urgent problem has been solved, the new Dragon Balls on Earth are being remade, the new Piccolo has rushed to the battlefield, and Son Gohan has the confidence to continue to become stronger, then King Kai quickly urged Son Goku to hang up the phone, as he was still busy taking a professional course on cold jokes with King Kai.

Sun Wukong's laughter seemed to still echo in the boundless sky above, but he had left after all.

Master Roshi, Bulma and the others were disappointed, but Son Gohan cheered up and said with a smile: "Trunks, let's go to the Spirit Time Chamber to practice!"

"Yeah!" Trunks responded with a clenched fist.

Originally, two pairs of fathers and sons entered the Spirit Time Chamber one after another, but now it became two sons teaming up to enter. Is that okay? Jing Yang found it interesting and reminded Son Gohan that the star mark on his body had not been erased yet. However, before erasing it, Jing Yang obtained his consent, activated the star mark, possessed Son Gohan, and under the leadership of Mr. Popo, he and Trunks entered the depths of the temple together, and after a few twists and turns, they entered the room of the Spirit Time Chamber.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary door, but when you push it open, you enter another world. Behind the entrance is a simple living room where two people can live at most, and the only food they have is specially made nutritious flour and water.

"It's so hot and stuffy." Trunks immediately felt uncomfortable.

"It's dozens of degrees here during the day and dozens of degrees below zero at night, and the air is also very thin."

"Jing Wufan" and Xiao Te walked through the living area, and the view in front of them suddenly opened up. Looking ahead, they saw an infinite white land. It was infinitely far ahead, infinitely far to the left and right. Looking back, the back was still an infinitely vast white land. The living area and the door of the room where they were were abruptly placed somewhere in this endless white land, which could also be called the center.

"It's a dead silent white purgatory."

"Jing Wuhan" sighed, reached out and touched the star mark behind his neck, and logged off.

Son Gohan should bear the bitterness himself. He just wants to experience something new.

He couldn't sense the star mark in the other dimension of the Spirit Time Chamber, so he could only activate it before coming in. Just like when Son Gohan went to the underworld, Jing Yang couldn't sense the star mark immediately.

"My skill level is a natural talent. If I can reach the pinnacle of my skill level, will I be able to sense my skill mark across time and space?"

Outside the palace, at the edge of the bowl-shaped temple, Jing Yang thought silently, "But Bisji said that the core of the operation system training is the 'number of operation targets'? It's not the strength of the operation signal..."

"No, no, 'quantity' is the core of training, not the purpose of training. It's like building a body of muscles, not to cut them off and sell them. When you work out, you aim to strengthen and increase your muscles, but the purpose after training is to throw a stronger punch, to make your body harder and more agile!"

"The essence of cultivating 'quantity' is to expand the upper limit of one's own ability in the operational system. Once the upper limit is raised, one's hands and feet will naturally be able to move freely. Even the effects that previously required restrictions when using one's ability can now be achieved without restrictions."

"Why does it look so damn familiar? Is it digesting a potion? The core of digesting a strengthening potion is the 'strength multiplier', and the core of digesting a manipulation potion is the 'manipulation target number'. Anyway, when digesting, you should focus on it, and as for how to use the digested results, you can just use your imagination freely, right?"

Jing Yang has gained new insights into the practice of telekinesis.

"Fu..."

Bulma stood beside them. One step forward would bring her to the sky. She was not afraid and blew out a puff of smoke into the wind. "I wonder how Piccolo is doing. Can he win?"

Jingyang glanced at her.

Bulma was holding a cigarette and looking at him. Jing Yang smiled and said, "Why are you looking at me, Bulma? Since you have a private satellite, can't you find them from the sky and watch the battle yourself?"

"I don't have the technology to detect and locate those two androids."

"Wouldn't it be fine to locate Piccolo? I remember you cracked Raditz's combat power detector. You should have mastered their technology, right?"

"No. It was not used before the androids appeared, and it was not used after they appeared. The combat power detector could not detect the androids, so it was not used before Piccolo was resurrected, so it was never installed. It will be added later."

Bulma smiled at Jing Yang and said, "Even a guy like Raditz who has only appeared for a few days knows this. Which timeline are you from?"

Jing Yang said: "From a timeline where everything that happens in your world is a story in a comic book. Can you imagine such a world?"

"A higher dimension of space and time?" Bulma was indeed surprised, but she quickly calmed down and took a deep puff of her cigarette. "Is the theory of that weird doctor Zejuan actually true? He used to say that he was a comic character and that he was careful of authors and readers with vulgar tastes... It turned out to be true?"

  Jingyang originally wanted to laugh it off and say it was just a joke, but he didn’t expect Bulma to accept it so quickly?

Bulma muttered to herself for a while, flicked the cigarette butt out of the temple, and sighed: "I really blamed that weird guy wrongly! I don't know if he is still alive."

“Characters in comedy comics don’t die so easily, right?” Jing Yang said with a smile.

"That's right," Bulma smiled faintly, "Not only is the funny character immortal, he makes everyone turn a blind eye to all unreasonable logic, and he can even break the fourth wall to talk to the readers... Is this how he discovered the higher-dimensional world?"

She slapped her forehead. Why was she still trying to figure out the behavioral logic of a funny character? I've already said that it completely ignores logic.

"After learning this, don't you have any ideas?" Jing Yang asked curiously.

Bulma replied: "I should ask you this. I have always been myself, and I have no troubles. But you, who fell from a high place to here, and the comic character on paper became a real person, you are the one who should be shocked, right? You won't think the other way around: since I have entered the comic world, is there another higher world, and I am a comic character or novel character in that world?"

Jing Yang was indeed stunned.

Bulma re-pinned a cigarette and pointed at him with a smirk.

"You're right. I've always been me. I don't have any problems." Jing Yang calmed down. "No matter if it's a comic or a novel, I'm me anyway. Let's just leave it like that!"

Bulma lit up the cigarette, took a puff, and asked curiously, "So, what's the ending of this comic you mentioned? It should be the ending, right?"

Is this the end?

Jingyang thought about it, waved his hand, and Bulma spread her legs and sat next to him.

So Jingyang briefly told her the plot of the Dragon Ball comics bit by bit. Bulma asked to skip the period of Little Goku and start directly from before Jingyang appeared. If Jingyang did not appear, that should be the original development of the comics...

(End of this chapter)