A comic book journey to see the Eye of Antiquity

As everyone knows, the worlds he experienced will become static when he leaves, because the flow of time is different. Whatever he left was exactly the same when he returned, not even a second later.

In that case, he can't possibly do *that* with his wives every time he goes back, right? They wouldn't be able to stand it.

In other words, he actually really wants to be a monogamous man? Unfortunately, he just can't hold it in any longer.

Moreover, his women supported him out of guilt.

After all, they failed in their duties as wives, and since he already had other women, why should he care whether it was three or four more?

For all these reasons, Yang Lei, though knowing it was wrong, finally nodded in agreement.

"Alright, then I'll go with you first, and then we'll go to Xidu together."

"Then, please take good care of Bulma-chan during this time!"

0585 Encounter with Sun Wukong on the Road

Yang Lei is a good man. This is not mockery or sarcasm; he truly is a good man.

Think about it, if he weren't a good man, for example, if he were a scumbag like Fang Haoran, he would never have come into the world of food alone and left alone.

Moreover, he would openly confess to his ex-wives about having other women and bravely admit his mistakes.

But he's a man too, especially since he's physically strong. Once that thing gets hard, it can stay erect for days, and he can't stand it either.

In other words, the pony isn't a primate, otherwise, if it really went berserk, well, nothing would have happened.

Just to clarify, the main character of this book is Yang Lei, not Fang Haoran, and his name is not Ye Xiaobei either, cough cough cough.

Chapter 688

It was precisely because of Yang Lei's honesty, and because Hinata, Sakura, Rukia, and Erza couldn't always stay by his side, that they had no choice but to compromise.

What else can we do? Yang Lei has been in the culinary world for over two years this time. What if he encounters a world over a hundred years old next time? Can we really let him remain a fake eunuch forever?

Moreover, the four women were not afraid that Yang Lei would be traumatized by being a fake eunuch; they were more afraid of something else.

Having eaten the whole Earth meal, they already know that soup can change sex. What if Yang Lei, because he has never been satisfied as a man, suddenly becomes a woman?

So they had no choice but to provide unconditional support.

As for Yang Lei...

At first, he didn't get carried away by his wives' support; he still thought about being responsible to them.

After all, his background is quite pitiful. He was an orphan and did not receive love and warmth from his family, so he cared about family more than others.

The frustrating thing is that the world I came to is the Dragon Ball world, and the first person I met just happened to be Bulma.

The earliest comic Yang Lei encountered was actually Arale, but the second was Dragon Ball.

If you were to ask him who his favorite anime character is, Yang Lei probably wouldn't be able to answer.

But if you were to ask him who he liked first, he would never hesitate and would immediately give the answer 'Bulma'.

and so.

"Don't blame me for being a scumbag or a womanizer. This is fate, what can I do?"

(PS: We won't let the protagonist dwell on this issue indefinitely. After all, we've already agreed that our "single female lead" means there's a female lead in every volume...)

. . . . . .

"Beep beep beep beep".

In a remote mountain area far from the city's hustle and bustle, a car is driving along a mountain road. Inside the car, a man and a woman are sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat, respectively.

The man was handsome, dashing, and sunny. Although he wasn't a muscular man, he was still quite strong and powerful, certainly not a weak scholar who couldn't even hold a chicken.

Looking at the girl driving the car, she was dressed in sportswear and had her hair in braids. She looked very youthful and energetic. The only thing that was criticized was that the girl had a dazed look on her pretty face and was staring at Yang Lei with a dazed look in her eyes.

It was only because we were driving in the middle of nowhere that we could see a single person; otherwise, we would have been in a car accident long ago.

"So your name is Yang Lei."

Bulma looked Yang Lei up and down. Luckily, this wasn't some kind of hentai anime, otherwise Yang Lei would have mistaken it for a perverted woman.

"Watch the road, watch the road."

Yang Lei shook his head with a wry smile, thinking to himself that this person who was even more impatient than him, as if it wasn't him but his wife who had been holding back for two years without getting satisfaction from her, was the one who was satisfied.

"It doesn’t matter."

Bulma waved his hand dismissively, indicating, "This place is far from the city, there's not a soul around, it's fine."

Just then, a small figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead, carrying a large fish that was over a meter long.

"ah."

Bulma screamed instinctively, but it was too late to react.

Yang Lei was naturally prepared, otherwise he wouldn't have had Burma watching the road.

At this moment, without him making any movement, he simply used his mental power to lift the entire car up.

Then, Yang Lei reminded Bulma to turn off the car first before gently lowering it down.

"What monster?"

Just then, a clear, somewhat childish voice called out from outside. Before the two people in the car could get out, they felt the car shake and then tilt and overturn.

"Oh dear."

Bulma let out another gasp from inside the car. The little guy outside had been lifting the car with all his might from Yang Lei's side, meaning Bulma's side was on the ground, while Yang Lei's side was completely on top of her. ...

"Ahem, it was an accident."

Yang Lei withdrew his hand from Bulma's chest, his face unusually flushed. It was unclear whether he was too thirsty or if his feelings for Bulma had been rekindled. He hadn't stopped the little guy outside, but instead took the opportunity to take advantage of Bulma. He really shouldn't have done that.

"Did I get the wrong script? This character conflicts with my own personality, doesn't it?"

Yang Lei couldn't help but mutter a curse in his heart, but he didn't even consider that someone who almost pinned Xiao Ma down and did *that* to himself had the nerve to say such a thing.

Of course, this is purely a rumor and slander, so please don't take it to heart.

"What happened?"

Having gained the upper hand, Yang Lei was extremely satisfied and stopped bullying Burma. Afraid of revealing his true colors, he turned around, kicked open the passenger door, and jumped out with a light push.

Outside, a boy who looked to be about ten years old was standing not far from the car, holding a small, bright red stick in his hand. He was startled to see someone jump out of the car.

"What kind of monster are you? How can there be a monster hidden among monsters? Tell me, are you here to steal my food?"

The little boy glared angrily at Yang Lei, his hand gestures suggesting he was about to strike him with a stick at any moment.

Yang Lei laughed. This 4.3-meter-tall kid wasn't crazy; he genuinely didn't know anything about cars, and apart from his grandfather and himself, he had never seen any other humans.

This child is none other than Sun Wukong in his childhood.

"We are not monsters."

Chapter 689

Yang Lei showed no hostility whatsoever. As he turned around and brought Bulma out of the car, he explained to Little Goku, "We are human just like you, and we have absolutely no interest in your fish."

Is that so?

Little Wukong had absolutely no guard up; he simply believed Yang Lei because Yang Lei said he wasn't interested in his fish.

This is certainly not because Little Wukong is too honest, but also because Yang Lei has no hostility whatsoever. He can clearly distinguish between hostility and goodwill.

"In that case, shall I invite you to my house for fish?"

0586 Saiyan Transformation Ability

For the simple-minded Goku, if a bad guy tries to take his things, he will never back down and will use his skills to defeat all his enemies.

But if they weren't enemies, he would be happy to share his things with his friends.

After all, I bumped my head when I was little, and I've never met a third person since I was a child, so I'm naturally innocent, kind, and a bit naive.

Upon hearing about food, Yang Lei couldn't help but feel tempted.

He's a foodie.

Although the fish that Little Wukong was carrying looked good, it couldn't compare to the food in his hand in terms of taste.

"How about this, it's almost noon now, I'll cook, let's go to Wukong's house for lunch."

Yang Lei turned to look at Bulma, his words carrying a decisive tone, though his meaning was to make a suggestion.

For a foodie, three meals a day are not to be missed.

Take Beerus, for example. He got angry just because he didn't get to eat pudding. This wasn't an accident, but an inevitable result.

"You can cook?"

Bulma looked at Yang Lei with gleam in his eyes, feeling even more that the other party was wise and capable.

I don't know what she was thinking. How does cooking relate to being wise and powerful? This isn't a gourmet world; they don't value chefs that much.

It just goes to show that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

The three of them abandoned the toy car that Little Goku had overturned and continued walking forward.

Deep in the mountains and forests stands a small house filled with the atmosphere of ancient China—that's the house that Sun Wukong built.

The Son Gohan we're talking about now isn't Son Goku's son, but rather Son Goku's grandfather.

On the way, Yang Lei kept looking Xiao Wukong up and down, and the scrutinizing and probing look in his eyes made Bulma, who was standing next to him, very worried and disgusted.

She was overthinking it. In reality, Yang Lei was observing the Saiyan bloodline, but Bulma thought Yang Lei had some kind of fetish and kept praying that he would change his mind, otherwise she would be heartbroken.

"So this is what a Saiyan is."

After observing for a while, Yang Lei finally looked away, closed his eyes and pondered in his mind, but his feet were still able to keep up with Little Goku and Bulma as they continued to walk forward.

"The Saiyan bloodline is actually no different from that of humans."

Yang Lei was still pondering in his mind: "The only difference might be that Saiyans are better at fighting, while humans are a more well-rounded type, and are also better at learning, progressing, and evolving in many ways."

In comparison, there isn't actually much difference between humans and Saiyans; otherwise, Saiyan hybrids wouldn't be so outstanding and have such great potential.

I've never heard of a superior bloodline finding a inferior bloodline to produce an even more superior offspring; no novel would have such a ridiculous premise.

So, even though humans may seem to have a less refined bloodline than Saiyans, it's actually because humans are more well-rounded.

For example, every Saiyan is a single-minded battle maniac, which results in low intelligence and poor technology skills; they are only good at fighting and destruction.

Humans are different. Those skilled in combat can cultivate great strength and powerful martial arts and combat skills, while those skilled in creation can invent technological products that far surpass the level of modern technology, and so on.

In short, Saiyans are the type who are focused and skilled, while humans are jacks-of-all-trades but master of none.

Of course, Saiyans can transform, such as into Super Saiyans, while humans do not have the ability to transform. This makes Saiyan bloodlines slightly higher than those of humans. However, this refers to Saiyans who can transform into Super Saiyans.

"Transformation?"

Yang Lei raised an eyebrow and smiled, having found what he wanted.

He doesn't need to transform himself into a Saiyan; he just needs to acquire the Saiyan's transformation ability.

Soon, unnoticed by outsiders, Yang Lei's body was quietly changing; some of his DNA changed from its original form to a different sequence.

"It's done."

Just as the three of them finally arrived at Xiao Wukong's doorstep, Yang Lei opened his eyes again.

In just this short journey, he has already successfully changed his body.

He is technically still human, but in reality, he is a human with the ability to transform from a Saiyan into a Super Saiyan.

"That's all I need."

Yang Lei was content with just gaining the ability to transform; he didn't try to replicate the Saiyan's other talent, which was that his fighting power would increase dramatically every time he was about to die.

I have to thank him, because if he had actually done that, the power system of this book would have been on the verge of collapse.

Upon arriving at Xiao Wukong's house, Yang Lei was overjoyed to have gained the ability to transform. He personally took charge of cooking a large feast using a large amount of low-grade ingredients from his personal space.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these are all ingredients below level one, with the highest being level three. These ingredients come from the world of gourmet food. Even if they are low-level, they are still considered unparalleled delicacies in the world of Dragon Ball.

Add to that Yang Lei's superb culinary skills, and jokingly, if he hadn't stopped her in time, Burma would probably have burst from overeating.

Chapter 690

Little Wukong was so full he could barely walk. Compared to Yang Lei's enormous appetite, even the gluttonous Sun Wukong had to step aside.

Stop joking. Yang Lei once swallowed a sesame ball the size of the sun in one gulp. Even Sun Wukong, who can eat a lot, can't compare to that, right?