Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Culinary Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 875 The Treasure Chest Monster, a treat for foot fetishists!

After casually casting a healing spell that combined healing and restoring vitality, Broly left the scene.

However, he did not leave the area directly, but instead flew in the sky, looking down at the unfamiliar city filled with collapsed buildings.

Every now and then, a healing spell that restores vitality will be cast on areas that are not within the range of the healing magic's vitality raindrops.

Doing a good deed to help others is one thing, but worrying that there might be a target recognized by the Crystal Palace who dies without your healing magic is another.

"The stay time in this world is 320 days, so by the time I finish here, the planet Wanpa will probably be almost at the Earth of my world."

Broly flew in the sky and used his consciousness to open the Crystal Palace panel to check the stay time.

Clearly, this world seems to be more tolerant of outsiders, to the point that they stay for an exceptionally long time.

This extended period of stay is more than enough time to get through the period of rapid increase in happiness level.

Broly felt that he didn't need to activate the gear shift function or cut off his connection with the outside world.

One week later————

Broly's face darkened. He had already traveled around the world for a while, but he hadn't found a single target in the Crystal Palace.

Sure enough, when you travel to a strange world, winning over other people isn't the first challenge; the first challenge is finding someone you can win over.

Considering his experience in the Six Worlds, if he hadn't encountered Orstide, who could travel back in time throughout the entire world, he probably would have returned empty-handed.

After thinking for a while and discussing it with his wives in the group chat, Broly decided to enable the speed change function, which actually has two uses.

The first method is to spend extra spacetime energy to extend the time spent in the world you travel to.

The second option is to not extend the time one spends in the world one travels through, but to shorten the time it takes to return to one's original world.

Simply put, there are 313 days left in the current stay, and it should be about that time by the time Broly returns to his own world.

However, if the speed-up function is activated now, the time to return to one's own world can be shortened to a little over 52 days, which is a relatively faster time flow in the world one is currently in.

The trade-off is that, in order to ensure the proper functioning of the speed-shifting feature, the cross-border communicator and cross-border portal will be temporarily disabled.

The advantage is that even if Broly can't find a romance partner while he's stuck in this world, it won't delay his return too much, and he won't have to worry about the situation where his child is born but he's not by his wife's side.

I have made my decision.

We'll wait for you to come back.

Once the speed adjustment function is enabled, the messages in the group chat stop here.

"Have you finished eating?"

When it was time to eat, Broly instinctively tried to take something out of the Crystal Palace space to eat, but found it empty.

Since each time travel is also an opportunity to move supplies, Broly doesn't leave too many supplies in the Crystal Palace space before traveling.

In addition, since his wife was inside before, some supplies were consumed without being replenished, which resulted in him eating up all the food left in the space in just one week.

"Welcome, sir. How may I help you?"

Broly went into a jewelry store, where a well-dressed saleswoman greeted him with a professional smile and asked him questions.

"I'd like to sell some gold jewelry. I wonder if you buy it?"

Although the food in the Crystal Palace was gone, Broly still replenished it with some high-value items that could be traded normally in most worlds.

"Uh, sir, we don't accept dirty items here."

Upon hearing Broly's words, the saleswoman's smile froze. She carefully examined Broly, who had the physique of a top-tier bandit, and cautiously said...

Not far away, two security personnel also unconsciously placed their hands on the guns at their waists. Although firearms might not be able to deal with the monster, they would be more than enough to deal with an ordinary person who was just tall.

"Don't worry, I don't sell stolen goods; they are all my property."

Broly said in a deep voice, his face dark.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but since this belongs to a guest, please follow me."

"Manager, this customer wants to sell some items."

The sales assistant led Broly to her store manager and explained the situation.

"Alright, I'll take care of this guest. You can go now. And what would you like to sell, sir?"

A middle-aged store manager with a small mustache and a shrewd appearance politely inquired after the sales assistant left.

"These are the things I need. I don't know if you accept them?"

Broly simply took out a bag containing gold coins and jewelry, placed it on the counter, and opened it to show it to the other party.

"Gold needs to be tested for purity, and as for jewelry, we need it appraised by a jeweler. Is that alright?"

"no problem."

After obtaining Broly's consent, the store manager had an elderly jewelry appraiser brought in.

When the jewelry appraiser was appraising the jewelry, he asked Broly what his name was.

Only after the jewelry appraiser confirmed that the jewelry in the bag were all valuable treasures did the mustachioed shop manager proceed to the next stage of negotiations.

"Mr. Broly, do you have any certificates for these jewels?"

"without."

"Excuse me for being so bold, but may I inquire about the origin of these gold and jewels?"

"I didn't steal or rob. Some of them were gifts from friends, and some were given to me by my wives."

Broly answered honestly.

The mustachioed shopkeeper squinted at Broly, who was perfectly capable of being a male model, and gave him a cryptic smile.

"Mr. Broly, you are quite capable. You must have some unique strengths. Hmm, the jewelry you are preparing to sell is excellent. I wonder if you would like to consign it with us, or if you would like our jewelry store to purchase it directly?"

Is there a difference?

"For consignment, we only charge a handling fee and can sell at a high price, but it's uncertain when it will sell. For acquisition, we can pay immediately, but the selling price will be much lower. After all, our shop also needs to make some profit."

"I need the money urgently."

"Then I'll give you a high price. How about this number?"

The bearded shopkeeper pressed a series of numbers on the calculator and then showed it to Broly.

"Bang!"

Just as Broly was about to reply, the jewelry store door was smashed open.

"Hehehe, I am the treasure chest monster, I smell treasure—"

Broly turned his head and saw a guy with a treasure chest on his upper body, chuckling strangely in the broken doorway.

"Bang bang bang~"

Gunshots rang out, and the two security personnel reacted by firing at the guy, but the bullets bounced off the treasure chest on his body.

"I have consumed many treasures, and now my defenses are impenetrable."

The treasure chest monster introduced itself and then charged straight at the two security guards.

Two ordinary security guards tried to resist, but were knocked away by the treasure chest monster.

Screams rang out, and the other people in the jewelry store scrambled to get out of the way. The treasure chest monster didn't finish off the guy who had been knocked away and was already lying unconscious on the ground; instead, it walked straight over to Broly.

"What a treasure!"

A pair of eyes peeked out from the treasure chest, greedily eyeing the jewels Broly had taken out from the counter.

"Do you want to?"

Broly asked him.

"Of course."

The treasure chest monster answered without hesitation.

"This store wants to buy my jewelry for this price. If you offer more, I can sell it to you."

Broly showed the numbers on his calculator. He didn't care who this guy was; he only cared who could offer the higher price.

After all, it doesn't matter who you sell your gold and silver jewelry to.

If we sell more, we can buy more food to eat ourselves.

"You want me to buy it?"

The treasure chest monster looked at Broly, sensing that the man hadn't grasped the current situation.

"Otherwise, you don't necessarily want to steal my things, do you?"

Broly looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Hehehe, this isn't robbery, it's returning what belongs to its rightful owner. I am the Treasure Chest Monster, and all the treasures in this world should belong to me. If you know what's good for you and give me these jewels, I might consider not killing you!"

"The treasure chest monster said viciously."

"Are all the weirdos in your world this brave?"

Broly looked at the shop manager who was hiding under the counter and asked.

"Mr. Broly, he is a Tiger-level monster as announced by the Hero Association. Your life is more important now. You should just pay up to avoid further trouble."

The shopkeeper with the small mustache tried to persuade him.

Guys like the treasure chest monster generally won't go on a killing spree as long as their needs are met.

Afterwards, all you need to do is seek help from the hero.

While there's no guarantee we'll get what's been taken back, it's better than losing our lives now.

"Bang!"

Broly kicked the mimic chest monster away.

"Wait, I didn't expect you to have some strength, but my treasure chest is as hard as steel, you—"

"You're a treasure chest monster, aren't you? All the treasures are yours, right? You even dare to steal from me. Do you know how to spell death?"

""

Broly kicked it twice, and the mimic's treasure chest became severely deformed, while also emitting a mournful sound.

"Now, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to live. Come on, loot some treasures. If the treasures you drop satisfy me, I might consider not killing you."

The situation reversed, leaving the group in the jewelry store dumbfounded. Under their watchful eyes, the treasure chest monster, desperate to survive, began to vomit up the treasures he had stolen in front of Broly.

That treasure chest was like a spatial artifact, and as the treasures were spat out one by one, the aura emanating from this creature weakened.

Broly found it amazing, reached out and snapped a piece off the treasure chest on the Mimic amidst the Mimic's screams of pain, and put it into the Crystal Palace space.

"I want to sell more stuff, manager, do you accept orders here?"

Seeing the mimic monster who had fainted from the pain and whose treasure chest had shrunk by N sizes, the mustachioed shopkeeper's lips twitched twice before he said, "Take it!"

Instead of killing the mimic, Broly sold the mimic along with its contents to the jewelry store manager and happily left with the money.

"This world is pretty simple. If I ever run out of money, I'll just go find a guy like the Treasure Chest Monster and get some more coins."

Entering a restaurant, Broly ordered and made up his mind, and it was at this moment—

"Knock knock~"

The ground shook.

"There's a monster!"

A customer in the restaurant exclaimed in surprise.

Broly sat by the window, looking out curiously. He saw a towering figure walking naked in the distance, and every step it took shook the earth.

"Is he a weirdo too?"

Broly was a little puzzled; judging by its appearance, that thing outside was at least 300 meters long.

"That's amazing, little brother! I never expected the muscle-strengthening drug to be so effective."

Hahaha, my mind combined with your muscles, the strongest intellect and the strongest physique—if we brothers work together, we can absolutely conquer everything on Earth and reach the pinnacle of all things!

On the giant's shoulder stood a bespectacled man in a white coat. He was incredibly excited. The great success of the muscle-enhancing drug and his younger brother's terrifying size and strength were fueling his growing ambition.

The giant felt his blood boil as he listened to his older brother's words. He had been working out so hard and the greatest strength he had ever sought was finally his.

Looking at the city to the side, a surge of emotion welled up inside him, a desire to release the immense power he had gained.

The giant raised his right hand and swung it without hesitation. A terrifying wind pressure was formed, and just as it was about to destroy a city, an invisible sword light swept across the giant's arm.

. . . .

"Seriously, can you guys take better care of your world? Don't just go around destroying cities like that. What if there are any romanceable characters I haven't met yet in those destroyed cities?"

As Broly floated in the air, he saw the giant preparing to wave as he flew over from the restaurant, and he complained to the giant with some dissatisfaction.

"Bang!"

The giant's hand detached from his forearm and fell, collapsing a residential building.

"Ah, my hand!"

The giant was slow to realize what was happening; upon feeling the pain, he instinctively covered his right arm.

"You're the one who hurt my brother! Damn it, brother, kill him!"

With his brother's prompting, the giant brother quickly caught up with Broly in mid-air. Pain fueled his anger, and his anger caused him to lose his reason rapidly.

"Damn it, just die!"

He swung his last fist and, with an unparalleled momentum, slammed it towards Broly.

. . . .

"One hand should be enough as a sample."

Broly muttered to himself as he raised his hand.

After thinking for a moment, I raised my hand slightly higher.

The fist, carrying a terrifying force, approached, and his palm also emitted the glow of energy blasts.

There was no earth-shattering collision. After Broly launched the energy blast, the giant's body disappeared into the energy blast as if ice and snow were melting away. Also disappearing was the white-coated man on the giant's shoulder.

The energy blast continued its trajectory, quickly disappearing into the horizon, leaving only two giant legs on the ground, each taller than a building.

Broly landed, gathered some flesh and bone from his severed forearm, and returned directly to the restaurant. The time between his departure and return was very short, and the food he ordered had not yet been served.

Five minutes later, Saitama, who was buying discounted groceries at the supermarket and heading home, passed by. Looking at the pair of giant legs in the distance, he wondered, "When did D City build this strange landmark?"

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