NOVEL NEXT Chapter 41: Next Day
After several interactions, Lin Chuan awkwardly extricated himself from her mother's attention under Bulma's insistence.
The way she was so hands-on was off-putting.
If he didn't know what kind of person she was, he would think she was overbearing!
It must be said Bulma's mother looked young as if she was in her thirties.
Although the original story also mentioned this, seeing it in person, it was hard to believe this was the mother of two daughters, nearly sixty years old.
In contrast, Dr. Brief looked like an older man.
After parting from the Briefs couple, Bulma finally led Lin Chuan and Gohan to the dining room.
The sight of the food and the enticing aroma immediately triggered Lin Chuan's appetite, making Gohan swallow his saliva uncontrollably.
For Lin Chuan, not to mention the three months of space travel, just the bustling activity since arriving on Earth had left him starving.
His body was now desperately craving food, to the point where his stomach was growling in protest against his neglect.
The lavish dinner completely captured Lin Chuan.
Thinking back to his hard life over the past twenty years, he felt like he was about to tear up.
He forcibly suppressed his emotions; a grown man crying would look bad.
With delicious food before him, why maintain any pretence?
Without a second word, Lin Chuan sat at the dining table, grabbed a roast chicken, and started devouring it.
Seeing this, Gohan also began to eat heartily, following Bulma's gesture to make himself comfortable.
Although Gohan was still young, his appetite was anything but small.
He perfectly inherited the Saiyan trait of a big eater.
Watching the two devour their food like they had never tasted anything good before, Bulma couldn't help but smile.
It reminded her of Goku eating in front of her in the past.
"It seems not only Goku can eat. All Saiyans seem to have big appetites."
"Eat slowly, there's plenty more. If not enough, I can have the robots make more."
Bulma's words acted like a stimulant to Lin Chuan and Gohan.
Both big and small, they began gulping down their food without even bothering to chew, eager to eat as quickly as possible.
"Delicious!! It's completely different from what mom makes; I've never eaten like this." Influenced by Lin Chuan, Gohan began to eat big mouthfuls of food and drink large gulps of beverages, experiencing a different kind of enjoyment.
No need to hold back anymore.
...
The dinner lasted nearly an hour.
Only after the plates on both sides of Lin Chuan and Gohan were stacked high like small mountains did the two end their feast.
Seeing this, Bulma couldn't help but wonder how an ordinary family could afford such appetites.
Suddenly, she felt sympathy for Chi-Chi.
She had to care for Goku and Gohan, who were always hungry.
After dinner, with just a short ten-minute rest, Bulma had already prepared rooms and clean clothes for Lin Chuan and Gohan.
After long suffering, Lin Chuan felt like he had arrived in heaven.
His past hardships would no longer be part of his life.
His future was going to be wonderful.
Entering his room, he enjoyed a long-missed bath.
Lin Chuan didn't know others, but soaking in hot water was like a dream for him.
Especially since there was a bathtub.
Something he hadn't experienced in over twenty years.
Half an hour later, Lin Chuan lay comfortably on the large bed.
The warm, cozy feeling was like being in paradise.
A wave of drowsiness hit him, and Lin Chuan soon fell asleep.
So unguarded?
Naturally, Lin Chuan knew this place was very safe.
Bulma wouldn't harm him, and no one on Earth would come looking for trouble with him.
However, Lin Chuan had yet to expect Bulma to come knocking on his door shortly after falling asleep. After seeing him sleeping soundly like a dead pig, she quietly observed him before leaving the room.
...
The next day.
As a sliver of sunlight entered the window, Lin Chuan awoke abruptly, sweating.
It took him a moment to calm down after seeing his surroundings.
In his dreams, the scenes had constantly switched.
Sometimes, it was his past life, this one.
Especially that last dream, which made him think that everything about coming to Earth and activating the system was just a dream...
The confusion between dreams and reality, as one eye opens, thinking the other side is a dream.
Slowly getting up, he took another shower to relax fully, dispelling the tension.
If not for the feeling of strength in his body, he
I doubt whether he was in a dream or reality.
He opened the system panel.
[Host: Lin Chuan]
[Age: 25]
[Height: 185CM/Weight: 75KG]
[Power Index: 117,750 points.]
[System Current Level: 1.]
[Auto Farming: Power +1/second…]
...
Just one night's sleep and his power had exceeded 100,000 points!!! Reaching 117,000 points!!!
117,000 power!
How unreachable that number seemed before!
After twenty years of hard training, he had only reached 15,000 points.
It's not that he looked down on his hard work, but under limited conditions at that time, it was possible he'd never reach 100,000 points in his lifetime.
"With my current strength, even Ginyu of the Ginyu Force would be a match!" Lin Chuan muttered softly.
Ginyu!
The real elite under Frieza in the original story, with a power level of up to 120,000 points.
Just one day, and Lin Chuan was already on par with him.
Following this pace, his power would be comparable to Frieza without transformation in five more days.
Clenching his fists, the surging power within felt as if he could punch through a mountain.
"It's time to train; I don't want to become a slave to power." Excited, Lin Chuan changed into another set of loose clothes.
Bulma had good taste; the clothes fit perfectly and suited him.
Exiting the room, Lin Chuan went downstairs.
Originally planning to go outside to practice his skills, he was suddenly attracted by a delicious smell that brightened his eyes, prompting him to run towards the dining room quickly.
It's not that he couldn't control his appetite, but after suffering for so many years, he had to make up for it now.
As Lin Chuan burst in, Bulma and Gohan, who were enjoying breakfast, were surprised.
Then, seeing Lin Chuan start eating without a word, Bulma rolled her eyes.
"Not even a greeting, how rude."
While she said this, Bulma still instructed the intelligent home robot to prepare more breakfast.
Knowing Lin Chuan's appetite, the food on the table needed more.