Chapter 4: Des' Guidance

  Francis, who had sworn not to come in last time, came to the summoning space on his own initiative. Now Francis has an idea in his mind, which can be called a delusion.

  The scene in front of him once again entered a black space, and Francis gazed at the slowly rotating disk in front of him. He took a deep breath and asked, "Guide, has my body merged with the Saiyan genes?" Francis's face was solemn as he stared at the disk. If the merge was successful, he would be set for life. As long as he wasn't killed, he could become infinitely stronger. Even if it was just surpassing Super Saiyan 1, dominating this world would be a piece of cake. Gods and demons wouldn't even be able to withstand one punch from him, and returning to Earth would no longer be a pipe dream! The Francis in the YY completely forgot about the difficulties of evolution in the original work.

  Don't you see that in the original work, the Saiyans were hailed as the strongest fighting nation in the entire universe, and they're often beings on a level that can destroy heaven and earth!

  But thinking about the fusion failure last time, Francis doesn't know if the fusion was successful. The world where Saiyans exist and the laws of this world conflict too much. If the fusion is successful, the pure power of Saiyans can directly shatter the law and become an existence above the law. This is not a joke, with the destructive power of Saiyans, even the main god of this world may not be able to withstand three punches and two kicks, and the world may be destroyed by its powerful power. The great consciousness of this world was ready to erase Francis when he fused 15.7%. So the system had to stop the fusion, resulting in a failed fusion. Although it cannot transform or evolve, but with a matching degree close to 16%, the physical strength is absolutely far beyond that of Dismas, the Golden Saint Warrior. It can be said that if Francis can fully control this power, he can instantly kill Dismas with his speed and strength.

  Francis waited for half a day without hearing any response, and only then remembered what the novice guide had said last time: "Next time you enter the game, there will be no more newbie guidance." Francis regretted not asking clearly last time, but thinking about his own authority, he estimated that even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer. After a round of self-consolation, he suddenly remembered Disma's words from last time: "System, enter副本mode!"

  Francis, who had re-entered the instance mode, immediately saw Dysmasque crouching in front of a pillar. "Why did you find it so quickly?" he asked. "It's such a big pile of glittering gold - how could you miss it?!"

  Dismas was carving on the wall, and it wasn't until Francis walked in curiously that he discovered they were twisted human faces. From the faces, you could see death, fear, confusion... Francis shuddered. These are dead people's faces, what is he doing, does he want to turn this into a Cancer Palace?

  "Master, you're here!" Dais said without turning around and just gave a greeting.

  "Dee, what are you doing!"

  "This is cultivation! Young Master!"

  "Practicing?" Francis asked curiously: "Does this count too? Obviously it's just a stone carving!"

  "Young master, you don't know, as I carve these masks, I feel the pain, confusion and fear of those people. This can deepen my understanding of death and also enhance my little universe! Of course, most importantly, this is art! Sacred, great..." Looking at Dais's persistent pursuit of art, Francis sighed, no wonder people say that artists are either madmen or lunatics!

  Dys' excitement grew more and more intense, to the point where he stood up and began to gesticulate wildly, causing the small universe within his body to ignite. This ignition was not a good thing for Francis. Even though Dys had not targeted Francis with his small universe, Francis felt as if a massive mountain was pressing down on him, rendering him immobile. The oppressive feeling made Francis' breathing quicken, "Damn it, I can't resist at all! Is this the pressure of a strong person? This is what it feels like to be in the presence of a strong person, and he's not even targeting me!" Thinking about how Dys was only a six-sensory being, Francis realized that there were still seven-sensory beings, eight-sensory beings, third-rate gods, second-rate gods, and even main gods. With so many strong individuals, could the difference between them and a sixth-sensory being be this great? It was unbearable! The fighting spirit of the Saiyans began to awaken within Francis...

  Francis, who was panting heavily with his fists clenched, immediately stopped and said apologetically: "I'm extremely sorry! Young master, when it comes to art, I get very excited!"

  "Go away!"

  "At your command!"

  "Can you train me?"

  "Oh, what does young master think?"

  "Teach me how to use the Small Universe!"

  "Mini universe!! Young master, this is probably very difficult!"

  "Why?"

  "The Little Universe is awakened through rigorous training, and it's related to innate talent. The most important thing is that to become an excellent fighter, one must possess their own Star Fate, which Young Master does not have. Therefore, even if Young Master awakens the Little Universe, he probably won't be able to enter the Sixth Sense!"

  "How hateful!"

  "Don't be discouraged! Young master, although I can't help you cultivate your Small Universe, I can still make you a qualified warrior!"

  "Hey, no Chi Warriors, just pure physical strength? I'm a Law Master! You're kidding me, Dis!"

  "No, look here!" Dais said with a serious face, pointing at Francis' feet, even changing to polite language.

  Francis followed Dee's hand, Francis lowered his head and took a look: "This is..." Just saw Francis' feet were completely stepped into the huge stone slab: "This... this... is the power of Saiya people! Is it just clenched fist? What an exaggerated power......!"

  Francis Dees said, looking at the stunned figure standing in place: "Sir, you've felt it too, right? Although the power is strong, it's not under your control and can't be tamed. It's a troublesome power!" "Yes, and the power is still growing, getting harder to control!" Francis said with a bitter smile.

  "If you're willing to trust me, I'll help you train and master this power as soon as possible."

  "Oh, training, how to train!"

  "A way to enhance spiritual power, strengthening control over bodily coordination. As a cultivator, you can use meditation to increase spiritual power, but this method is relatively slow and cannot keep up with the speed of power growth now, unless your spiritual power breaks through in a short period of time, otherwise it's just a waste!"

  "It's getting stronger!" Francis wryly smiled "My current spiritual power is about to break through and it's almost as good as yours! This method won't work in the short term." As a person who has lived for two lifetimes, Francis' spiritual power was originally extremely high, and coupled with the painful torture from last time, his spiritual power now is frighteningly strong.

  "The second method is for me to train you!"

  "How does one train?" Francis asked curiously.

  "It's enough in this arena!" said Dis with a wave of his hand, bringing over several massive boulders: "Now all you have to do is shatter them!"

  "Is that so!" Francis smiled cunningly, took a step back and charged at the boulder with one fist, smashing it into pieces. The shattered stones merged into the ground, turning into mud, and then reformed into a massive boulder once again.

  "This arena has a self-recovery function, I suspect that this is a special martial arts arena within the space. So, sir, we have endless stones to cultivate."

  "Really... Hehe!" Francis felt a bit uneasy.

  "Now that the adults have entrusted me with this task, how could I let them down? This is just the beginning of my training!" As he spoke, several large boulders began to slowly rotate around Francis. Meanwhile, a few fist-sized rocks surrounded Dice. "Next, I'll use these small rocks to attack you. You just need to dodge them while attacking the boulders. I'll gradually increase the speed, so be careful, sir!"

  "Ahh! What! Not like that......" Francis was hit in the stomach by a rock and flew out before he could finish speaking.

  "Lord Francis, your reaction is too slow. As a fighter, you can't afford to have poor reaction ability."

  At this time Francis was holding his stomach thinking of other things because he felt pain, yes, pain.

  "What's going on, Dis? Does it hurt to get injured here? Last time we merged our bloodlines, there wasn't even a slight reaction." I originally thought it wouldn't hurt, which is why Francis had the courage to punch through the stone just now.

  "Adult, as I said, this is a martial arts arena! If you're not careful, you can die!" After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Francis's refusal and manipulated two pieces of stone to fly towards Francis.

  Francis, who flew out again, quickly got up: "Hey, Dis, is this really okay? This training is a bit too early for me"

  "No, didn't you just easily smash that rock earlier? And look at your hands, not even a scratch from the recoil." Francis looked down at his own spotless hands.

  "Sir! Your physical strength is extremely high, the power and explosive force contained in this body, even I wouldn't dare to engage in close combat with you without my Golden Sacred Clothes! This cotton-like rock couldn't possibly hurt you, it's just your mental feeling. If it really hurt, could you stand up so quickly?! What you lack is only the heart of a strong person! Sir, I saw your eyes yearning for battle earlier! What happened now?! Let me, Disumasuku, teach you the confidence and fearlessness of a strong person!"

  "A strong heart?!" Francis touched his own chest. In his previous life, he was a white-collar worker in an office, and in this life, Francis is again a shut-in magician, where did the strong heart come from?! Am I just born to be weak?! Thinking of my past self and the unlucky Francis, is this what it means to be weak?!

  "There are no born winners or losers!!" Dais seemed to have understood Francis's concerns and spoke out.

  Are there no born weaklings?! Thinking about Francis's relentless training in my memories, was it for the sake of his family or something else?!

  It's because he wants to become stronger!

  A firm sentence appeared in Francis' mind. The voice grew louder and louder until it filled Francis' entire inner being.

  Are kings, princes and generals born of noble birth?

  In this life, I have started anew, and I will become a strong one!

  The Strong!

  A silent roar issued from his heart.

  Francis, with fists clenched, gazed at the massive boulder before him. A swift punch was thrown, and the rock shattered instantly: "Dis, thanks! From today on, I'm counting on you to help me get stronger!"

  "Has it been discovered?! Dais patted his head, feeling a bit dizzy! It turned out that he had secretly used the small universe to guide Francis earlier, and the words in Francis' heart were induced by him. Because of making some small movements towards the master, his spiritual power almost lost control! However, this is also considered a good ending? Looking at Francis with no longer dazed eyes, Dais thought."