I'm Really an Alchemist

"I'm going to do an experiment first."

Frieza didn't dare to spread the exercises at will, so he called Ginyu and asked him to wait at the door, and no matter what method he used in ten minutes, he would wake himself up.

ten minutes.

There can't be any problems, right?

Let Ginyu wait outside, Frieza lay on the bed, breathed calmly, one long and three short, and mobilized the entire exercise from memory.

Gradually, the qi flowing in the body calmed down.

.....

.....

Huhu.

Biting cold.

Frieza just felt tired, stiff and dull.

"Where am I?"

He panicked and quickly opened his eyes. The disappearance of the power in his body made him recall the things in the secret realm again.

Fatigue, aging, pain.

The feeling only possessed by these low-level races clearly came to mind.

"Your Majesty, it's time to hit the road."

Frieza heard a strange language and a strange voice, but he understood the meaning naturally. In front of him stood a carbon-based creature with white skin and a sad expression.

Your Majesty, are you calling me?

Time to hit the road, where am I going?

Frieza felt his mind was in a mess, and all kinds of information collided. He remembered that he was practicing exercises. So the situation at this time is the calamity in the dream mentioned in the exercises?

Without power, it really is a dream!

Frieza calmed down immediately. Since it was a dream, there was nothing to be afraid of!

"Come on, where am I going?"

Frieza quickly accepted the identity in the dream, and asked naturally, still secretly happy in his heart, he is very talented in acting!

The carbon-based creature had a bitter face, pointed to the rope loop hanging on the tree, and said, "Your Majesty, aren't you going to see Emperor Taizu?"

Frieza: ? ? ?

The carbon-based creature gritted its teeth: "The intruder Li Zicheng broke into the capital, and the officials fled. The big households in the capital only think about themselves. If it weren't for them, why would my Ming Dynasty be here? The servants only wish they could not be loyal to His Majesty!"

After speaking, he burst into tears.

Below the mountain, the flames burned in the ancient city, and the noise filled the sky.

...

...

"Master Frieza! Master Frieza!"

Ginyu was frowning, and Frieza on the bed closed his eyes tightly, as if he was having a horrible nightmare, with a hideous and terrifying expression.

Ten minutes had passed, but he couldn't wake Frieza up no matter how much he yelled!

"let me!"

Ao Xiaoyi, who was eating melons, poked his head in, and under the horrified gaze of the Ginuit team, he grabbed Frieza by the tail, swept His Highness the crown prince like a toy, and slapped him face down on the floor.

Frieza suddenly opened his eyes, still in shock.

"Look, wake up!" Ao Xiaoyi looked up at the shocked special forces, gnawed on the melon and continued to play his game.

Frieza got up from the ground, grabbed Ginyu and said sharply, "How long have I been asleep?"

"ten minutes!"

Frieza sat on the ground dumbfounded, clutching his neck and taking a breath.

In ten minutes, he remembered that he stayed there for several months, fell into the hands of several forces, and was cut off in the neck by someone.

The fear of death clearly emerged.

The feeling of having no power, no power, and life not in his own hands caused Frieza to be tortured by fear, and he even wanted to give up this practice and find another easier one.

The benefits of "Dream Heart Sutra" will also appear.

Frieza noticed that one ten-thousandth of his qi had transformed into innate qi.

What is this concept?

He has only practiced for ten minutes (reality), and he has transformed one ten-thousandth of it. If he changes to other exercises, it may take several months to reach this point.

Efficiency and fear made him hesitate.

In the end, it can only be really fragrant.

After practicing several times in a row, Frieza finally understood the pitfalls of the "Dream Heart Sutra". In his dream, he would become the king of the Ming Kingdom. No matter how many times he died, he would always be reset on the coal mountain.

It stands to reason that a game with infinite resets is easy to pass!

But this doomsday monarch of the Ming Dynasty is too useless. He has neither force nor power. Not only the rebels want him to die, but also the barbarians outside the pass, and even the nobles in the country want him to die!

Frieza searched all over the imperial database, but he couldn't find out where the Ming Kingdom was or which planet Chongzhen was the emperor of.

Although Frieza could feel the sublimation of qi every time the death was reset, he was really fed up with this rubbish dream of dying without any freedom.

"So, that's why I have a meeting with you guys!"

At the meeting, the Ginuit team was in a daze, and the Green Immortals were in a daze.

Only the heartless Ao Xiaoyi enjoyed the ice cream.

"You need to help me find a way to break the situation!"

Frieza slapped the table hard, making deep palm prints on the table made of Cassin steel.

Ginyu said cautiously: "My lord, is the enemy in your dream strong?"

"They are all low-level races, and their combat power should not exceed 5." Frieza replied.

"Then their technological level is very high?"

Frieza thought for a while and replied, "Very low, even lower than the ancient times in the movie."

Before Ginyu could speak, the stupid and big Ligao rushed to answer. He puffed up his muscles and said fiercely: "Master Frieza, such a weak civilization and enemy, can't you easily destroy it?"

With a flick of his fingers, Frieza slapped Ligo against the wall.

"Who dares not listen carefully to what I say in the future, it won't be so easy!" Frieza gritted his teeth and said, "Again, I'm also a low-level race in my dreams, otherwise why would I ask you to help me with ideas?"

Everyone quickly lowered their heads and pretended to discuss.

Where have they encountered such a situation, what else can they rely on if they don't rely on combat power?

"Rely on productivity!"

Green said: "My lord, since you can't use your strength in your dreams, why not improve your technology level? The empire has a high-level technology tree to refer to. As long as you can use it, you can defeat the indigenous enemies even without strength!"

Frieza's eyes lit up.

It turns out that brainstorming is much better than working behind closed doors.

Green was not the only one who came up with good ideas, even the Ginuit team came up with a few good ideas, and Frieza also brought technology tree materials from agricultural civilization to interstellar level civilization from the Imperial Museum.

Relying on these materials, he killed the Quartet in his dream.

Finally succeeded in playing the HD ending!

But this time, what he gained was much greater, nearly one-tenth of his qi was transformed into innate qi, which pushed him to grow a big step.

Well...but that night, it became Louis XVI who was sent to the guillotine.

How could Zhou Xun use the methods he used to train the Emperor of Heaven? How could he be able to escape? No matter which book Frieza chooses, he will always follow this path, from the slave age to the industrial age, from the doomsday king to Lord of ZTE.

Frieza will experience them one by one, until the concept of emperor is deeply imprinted in his mind, it will not be over!

Time is passed quietly in pain and joy.

Three months later.

The capital is brightly lit, and the Frozen Empire is rejoicing.

A ray of rainbow light flew from the depths of the universe and landed in the sky above Capital Star.

"Kurd was really bored." The rainbow light faded, and what appeared was a strange creature with purple skin and long ears that looked like a pharaoh's cat. Behind him was a tall messenger with a gentle smile.

These two are the famous gods of destruction and messengers in the universe.

Beerus invited him here, but his eyes were full of malice. He stared at the bustling planet under his feet and sneered, "His son's birthday invites the God of Destruction to enter. When did Kurd get so courageous? He is not afraid that I will destroy this planet casually." ?"

Messenger Weiss covered his mouth and laughed.

"Master Beerus, Kurd is also kind, not to mention preparing a lot of delicacies for you."

The gods of destruction and angels have excellent food, which is something that all advanced civilizations in the universe know.

Beerus snorted softly, and Wes landed on the surface of the planet.

For Frieza's birthday, festive lanterns were hung up everywhere, and passers-by on the road laughed and talked happily, which made Beerus feel a desire to destroy.

If these people knew that the God of Destruction was on the planet, would they be so happy?

Beerus thought maliciously.

They didn't stay on the street, Kurd personally came out to greet them, and brought them into a banquet hall full of luxury and delicacies.

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"Lots of food!"

Ao Xiaoyi pulled the tie on his chest uncomfortably, looking at the delicious food in the hall happily.