Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 661 The Rabbit Joins the Team, Luck Stacks, the Trouble Only the Most Lucky Can Experience!
Broly is short of a supporter, and Bell wants to get the job of a supporter, but coincidentally, neither of them can find a suitable candidate.

Both adventurers and supporters seemed to reject their invitations (requests) because they appeared to be newcomers.

It's unclear which of the two was lucky, or if both had a lucky streak, but they met and hit it off immediately.

"Ah, Broly, is it really okay for a new supporter like me to do this?"

However, when he learned that Broly wanted to hire him as a supporter, Bell became somewhat insecure.

Compared to the Saiyan boy who had helped him in his times of crisis like a hero descending from the sky, Bell was worried that he, as an ordinary person with little experience as a supporter, would be a burden to the other party.

"Can you pick things up?"

Broly then asked him about this.

"Uh, yes."

"Can you carry things on your back?"

“In the countryside, I often help with farm work, chopping firewood, and so on. If it's just physical labor and endurance, I'm quite confident.”

Bell answered quickly.

"That's settled then. All the supporters I need are those who can do these things."

“Brother Broly, don’t you need a supporter who can do support? I’ve heard from other adventurers that a true supporter knows how to provide support during battle to relieve the adventurer’s pressure, such as shooting monsters with crossbows. But I have absolutely no experience in this, and I don’t have any crossbows.”

Bell said nervously.

"What? You're going to relieve my burden? No, no, no, I don't need you to relieve my burden. On the contrary, the more pressure the dungeon monsters bring me, the better. That will allow me to gain more experience, which is the resource for my strength growth and an important way for me to achieve great things..."

As Broly spoke, seeing Bell's bewildered expression, and remembering that the other party did not yet have divine favor, he explained what great deeds were, and that great deeds were things that needed to be achieved through adversity and hard work.

After listening, Bell suddenly understood why someone as powerful as Broly couldn't find any supporters. This kind of attitude of wanting to have a real adventure in the dungeon was like gambling with one's life for most supporters who just wanted to make a living. It would be strange if a normal supporter agreed.

But putting one's life on the table to add weight to one's own growth, accepting the trials of adversity like an ancient hero, is more in line with Bell's imagination of hero growth, who grew up listening to all kinds of hero stories.

That's right, adventurers like Broly who dare to take risks are the real heroes!
"Uh, Bell, if you think it's dangerous to go down into the dungeon with someone like me, you don't have to force yourself."

Seeing that the boy was not speaking and was just staring at him blankly, Broly thought that the other was scared, so he added a sentence.

After being rejected by other supporters so many times, Broly had a better understanding of why those supporters rejected him.

Before he started training with super-heavy load, he was confident he could protect anyone. But now, with his strength sealed by the super-heavy load training skill and only at the second level, he couldn't completely guarantee the safety of the supporters who went to the dungeon with him.

Therefore, he did not mean to force anyone.

"No, I will not force you. It is my honor to go on an adventure in the dungeon with you, Brother Broly."

Bell snapped out of his daze and quickly said...

"You may die, so don't agree to it just because I helped you and you want to repay me."

Broly offered a reminder.

"Ah, Brother Broly, will you protect me in the dungeon?"

When death was mentioned, Bell, now just an ordinary teenager, shuddered and asked cautiously.

If my answer is no, what are you going to do?

Broly was a little curious.

"I……"

Bell's face flushed red, and his expression changed for a moment before he gave his answer.

"I will still choose to stay with you; I have no way out now."

Either accept your ordinariness and be content with it.

"Either take a gamble, become a supporter first, gain a foothold, and then figure out how to become a true adventurer."

To become an adventurer, you must take risks; to become a hero, you must experience adversity.

Bell wanted to be both, and his voice trembled slightly as he answered.

"Haha, just kidding. I can't guarantee your absolute safety, but I'll do my best to protect you once we're in the dungeon."

"That……"

"Welcome to my team, Bell Craney."

Broly reached out his hand to the white-haired boy.

"Yes, Brother Broly!"

Bell grasped the outstretched hand and responded loudly.

Those nearby, seeing this pair formed, secretly shook their heads as the adventurers and supporters who had been questioned by the two earlier.

In their view, this team, composed of novice adventurers and supporters, probably wouldn't go very far in the dungeon.

They might fall apart due to some danger, or even both of them might die in the dungeon.

Such situations are not uncommon in Orario.

"As for the salary, how about I give you 10% of the profits from going down the dungeon?"

"Oh, isn't that too high? I'm just a new support player."

"Well, everyone else rejected me, but you're the only one willing to work for me, so giving you preferential treatment is no problem."

"Well, thank you, Brother Broly."

Bell thanked him.

"It's settled then. You wait for me here tomorrow morning."

Having finalized the cooperation and arranged to meet, Broly waved goodbye to the boy.

. . . .

That evening, while updating his stats in his room, Broly and Hestia talked about their plan to go to the middle district the next day.

"Lady Hestia, I've already adapted to my current power in the upper area today. Even if I gather a hundred Lv.1 monsters, I feel no pressure fighting them. So, I plan to explore the middle area dungeon tomorrow. Is that alright?"

"We'll have to see your stats first."

Hestia touched the boy's back with her blood-stained fingertips.

"Let me see too."

Hephaestus also came over. Having already looked at the boy's stats panel once, she continued to look at it without any hesitation.

Broly

Level: Lv.1
Strength: G200 → S951
Durability: g200→s999
Dexterity: g200→b712
Agility: g200→s919
Magic: g200→c655
Development Ability: [Beginner] [Lucky]

The sections on "Magic" and "Skills" are completely empty.

That's right, this is the second ability panel that Broly obtained after activating [Super Weight Training], which overwrites his original initial panel. Compared to his original luxurious initial panel, the second panel looks mediocre... what a joke!

"No way, your child's stats are almost maxed out in just one day?"

Hephaestus was a bit confused. He thought the skill effect of "Natural Stat Monster" was already outrageous, but now that he saw it, the boy's abnormal growth rate was even more outrageous. The skill could only gain 1000 points of total ability value per day, but the other party gained more than 3,000 points of ability value in a day of solo training.

In response, Hestia stated that this was standard procedure: "Such an increase in stats is normal for my Broly."

"Hestia, your standard of normal is abnormal, okay? Do you know how much my clan's children can improve their stats on average after a normal dungeon run?"

"Uh, how much?"

Hestia looked over with some curiosity.

"The total increase will not exceed 50 points. It may fluctuate a bit due to the experience in the dungeon, but it will definitely not exceed that much."

"Oh, is it that little?"

"It's not that it's too little, but rather that this is the normal standard for an adventurer's ability value to increase after experiencing an adventure."

Furthermore, as the ability value approaches the individual's limit, the rate of improvement will decrease, eventually stagnating. The only solution is to level up to address the inability to further increase the ability value.

Of course, if your child's ability values ​​are rising too fast and their level can't keep up, that would be a problem. It's true what they say, some are starving while others are drowning in excess.

"A natural numerical monster, plus the super-high experience bonus during the newbie protection period, if there were no limit to the improvement of his stats within a level, Broly might really be able to ascend to the heavens, possibly even more terrifying than us gods before our divine powers were sealed."

Hephaestus exclaimed.

"So, my Broly actually possesses godlike talent?"

Hestia's eyes lit up.

"Hey, don't omit my preconditions. I'm talking about ability value improvement, without any limit value."

Hephaestus corrected the way.

"I don't care, my Broly is the best anyway~"

Hestia was very happy and hugged Broly from behind after updating the second ability panel.

Her soft breasts pressed against Hestia's back, where the sacred inscriptions were gradually fading, and she embraced the boy completely. Broly swayed unconsciously against the tip of Hestia's tail, like a cat reluctantly accepting its owner's affectionate touch.

However, he didn't mind being close to Hestia. It was just that the excessive weight training had weakened his overall strength to the extreme, and the feeling of being held and rocked made his body instinctively adjust its balance, making him a little sensitive.

"Godlike talent, godlike talent..."

Hestia held the boy upright as if he were a child and then spoke to him.

"Broly, Hephaestus praised your godlike talent, aren't you happy?"

What could Broly say in the face of the goddess's question?

Are you going to say, "This is just basic stuff, don't be silly"?
He could only nod helplessly, indicating that he was also happy to receive such praise.

Then, Broly naturally enjoyed the face-washing service provided by Hestia, with his head being held in Hestia's arms.

Hephaestus watched from the sidelines, somewhat speechless, but then a thought suddenly popped into his head: given Hestia's current fondness for the boy, it was possible that she might develop a special relationship with this Familia boy in the future.

In this way, Broly's "superhuman" status seems to have some basis, since he really can "superhuman" the gods.

"Lord Hestia, you still haven't said whether I can go to the middle district tomorrow?"

Broly propped himself up on Hestia and gave her another reminder.

"Of course, no problem."

Hestia gave him a thumbs-up and then pressed him back down.

"If we're going to the middle zone tomorrow, we need to keep our fun in check, Hestia. Don't let Broly not get enough rest."

Hephaestus, lost in thought, reminded his friend in bed of something.

This reminder was simply because she was unsure of Broly's current condition.

Is it that they can eat meat or not?

"Okay, I understand. I won't let the child get too tired from playing too much."

Hestia nodded in agreement, and Hephaestus, sensing the danger, went out.

He encountered Tsubaki passing by in the passageway and called out to the leader of his clan.

"Chun..."

"Lord Hephaestus?"

"I have a question for you..."

"what?"

"When you tidy up Hestia's room every day, is her bed always a mess?"

Tsubaki:? ? ?

What kind of question is this? With Lord Hestia's sleeping habits of tossing and turning all over the place, it's no wonder things are chaotic.

"It's a bit messy, what's wrong?"

Is it wet or not?

……

. . . . .

Nothing happened that night, and Broly set off at daybreak the next day.

However, he went to Tianqing Pharmacy to purchase medicine first.

"Miss Nazha, please give me a dozen stamina recovery potions..."

After arriving at Tianqing Pharmacy, he immediately followed behind the counter, where the dog-woman was busy wiping it.

"Oh, it's Broly. Didn't Lady Hestia come with you today?"

Naza glanced behind him and, not seeing Hestia, asked, the subtext being whether he had brought any money.

"Lady Hestia went to bed late last night and didn't get up. Hmm, I need a high-grade stamina recovery potion."

Broly took the guild's contract out of his pocket.

"Do you want any other medicines?"

Upon seeing this, the dog-girl's face lit up with the sincere smile she had worn the previous morning. She brought Broly what he wanted and asked him another question.

"No need. I wasn't injured or poisoned yesterday, and I haven't used any of the medicines yet."

"Stamina recovery potions, totaling 200,000 Faris. I'll give you a discount because I know someone, so just give me 190,000 Faris to sign the contract."

Broly handed over the first sales slip he had received yesterday, then put the stamina recovery potion he had bought into his shoulder bag and left.

Behind her, the dog-girl Nazha had written, "Welcome back next time..."

. . . . .

When Broly arrived at the central square, the morning mist had not yet been dispelled by the morning light.

The white-haired boy, Bell, was already standing at the spot where they had met the day before, waiting.

"Brother Broly~"

When he saw the Saiyan approaching, Bell raised his hand and waved.

"How come you got here before me?"

Broly found it strange that he arrived earlier than the agreed time.

"I was a little excited, so I got up early."

Bell answered.

"Let's go."

Broly nodded and took the lead.

Are we going down into the dungeon?

"No, let's go up to the Tower of Babel first and buy you some supporter equipment."

"Oh, but I have no money."

Upon hearing this, Bell's face fell.

"I'll pay for it. This is a benefit for employees who are willing to go into the dungeon with me, and it's also part of ensuring their personal safety."

Broly waved his hand, displaying the demeanor of a good boss.

He led Bell straight upstairs and found the dwarf shop owner's shop.

Lacking experience, I asked the dwarf shopkeeper what equipment supporters usually carry.

"Supporters generally don't go up to fight monsters head-on, so they usually don't wear heavy armor, but instead wear lightweight protective cloaks that can withstand ranged attacks."

As for weapons, if you can throw, I recommend throwing knives; if not, I recommend crossbow bolts that are easier to reload and aim.

Alternatively, if you have sufficient funds, keeping one or two magic swords as a trump card is also a good option.

Broly bought Bell a cloak, two throwing knives, and a crossbow, while the dwarf shopkeeper gifted him a barrel of finely crafted steel-tipped arrows.

As for the magic sword, he bought one that only had two or three uses left and could wield flames.

Well, before Bell even started working, he was already equipped with gear worth 60 falies. Although 45 of that was the price of the magic sword, the gear was still quite luxurious. Even a level 2 adventurer might not have such good gear.

"Brother Broly, you're too kind to me."

When Bell came out of the dwarf equipment shop, he was still a little dazed. Everyone else was asking him to buy this and that, but when he came to Broly's shop, it was Broly who asked him to buy this and that.

"Alright, I only bought these things for you because I was worried that I might not be able to take care of you after we went down into the dungeon. Now, let's not waste time, it's time to go down into the dungeon."

Broly waved his hand dismissively. Today, he had brought Bell along as his supporter, and he was going to wreak havoc in the dungeon.

Broly took Bell down into the dungeon, but two hours later, he had to bring Bell back out.

On their way from the 11th floor to the middle area, they encountered two waves of monsters. For some reason, the monster drop rate was unusually high today.

After Broly dealt with two waves of monsters, the loot he dropped filled Bell's large backpack and small satchel.

Once the load is full, there's no choice but to retreat.

"Seriously, why are the monsters dropping so many items today?"

At the money exchange counter on the second floor of the Tower of Babel, the same guild employee who had been in charge of exchanging money for Broly yesterday fell silent after hearing the boy's words.

I've only ever heard adventurers boast about how many loot they get, but this is the first time I've ever seen one complain about how many loot they get. Is this some kind of lucky person deliberately coming to me to say the opposite of what I mean and show off their luck?
"Isn't it good to have good luck and get lots of loot?"

Just then, a curious voice rang out from the side.

(End of this chapter)