dmims Chapter 238 1 Transmigration, and I saw my wife beating her.
Chapter 238 1 Transmigration, and I saw my wife beating her.
Chapter 238 Upon transmigrating, I saw my wife beating her.
After the interdimensional communication device was built, Broly's life on Planet Wampa was no longer boring.
Although he couldn't eat as much food as he wanted, he had plenty of water to drink.
Broly spends his days flying around the stars. When he gets tired, he returns to his cave to rest. During his rest, he opens the Crystal Palace chat room page and watches his different wives chat.
I would occasionally chime in with a word or two, but I didn't dare say much, because every word in the group chat cost happiness points.
"Broly, are you going to eat Vampira spiders today?"
Paragus walked in and asked, carrying a Vampa spider with broken legs on his back.
"Okay, I'll eat it."
Broly nodded. The spacetime energy bar was almost full, and the eighty cubic meters of food had long been eaten up.
Now that my happiness points have reached over 10,000, I still need to consider leaving some normal food for my elderly father, and I need the Wanpa Spider to make up for the food shortage.
Of course, the taste of the Vampa Spider is still terrible, but Broly's so-called eating of Vampa Spiders no longer refers to eating their internal fluids.
Broly stepped forward, placed his hand on the ferocious-looking Vampira spider, and immediately used his Absorption Touch.
In no time, the Wampa Spider on the ground lost its life, and all the energy in its body was absorbed by Broly and turned into energy in the boy's body.
This "way of eating" means you can't enjoy the taste of the food, and the food itself must not be dead before it is eaten.
The advantage is that Broly can fill his stomach with the lives of the Wampa spiders without having to taste them.
However, it's not quite right to call it his stomach; rather, it's more accurate to say that it fills his body with the energy it needs each day, bypassing the digestive process and directly feeding it into his body's cells.
Unfortunately, Broly tried to teach this move to his father, Paragus, but he couldn't learn it even after a long time. It's unclear whether it was because he was too weak or because the Dragon Ball world didn't allow it.
"Broly, are you full? If you are, let's do our daily battle training."
Saiyans are technically battle maniacs, but there are many creatures on Paragus that they can't defeat.
It wasn't until Bro used his dream manipulation technique to take him into a dream world where he experienced a battle against his son, using fake stat boosts from his son, that Paragus became somewhat fascinated by this kind of game (crossed out) combat training.
It's true that he's weaker than his son in reality, and only in dreams, with the help of false empowerment, can Paragus barely regain his dignity as a father. This is also the training (game) program he's most looking forward to now.
"Keep fighting. At the same level, your physical abilities are nowhere near as good as mine."
Broly was reluctant to fight. At first, it was indeed very interesting, but after fighting many times, Broly realized that his father's fighting skills were just so-so.
The techniques are too rigid; after experiencing them many times, they lose their novelty. Every time, we just exchange "Ada ada" in our dreams.
Fighting him is less interesting than fighting a copy of myself in my dream. At least I have more fighting skills. Although it feels like fighting with both hands, at least I don't have to listen to my father talking about past glories and stories of conquering planets and defeating all kinds of enemies by force.
"How about this, you give me more stats in your dream, and I promise I'll come up with some new tricks."
Despite Paragus's persistent pleading, Broly finally activated his battle dream, only to discover that his father's new tactic was merely a verbal trick—saying there was delicious food over there to deceive him—before launching a surprise attack...
The dream ended abruptly. Broly dragged his elderly father out for a solo training session, only to drag him back a few minutes later. By then, Paragus was covered in bruises and swelling: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you."
The old father mumbled, "He should have known that if you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet. Being too smug in your dream will inevitably lead to a beating in reality."
Time quickly passed to the end of Age 742. Broly was almost eleven years old, but his body remained almost unchanged from the past.
After leaving enough food, under the moved gaze of his elderly father, he activated the Crystal Palace's time-travel function.
On the very day he traveled back in time, Kiritsugu Emiya from the Type-Moon world, armed with guns and cannons, stormed into the Einzbern family's territory.
However, he did not take Illya with him. As the child of an android and a natural human, Illya had many physical defects, and without the help of Einzbern's human modification technology, it would have been difficult for her to live to adulthood.
"The technology for creating the Holy Grail has been leaked, and ambitious individuals around the world will soon reignite a false Holy Grail War."
Kiritsugu Emiya, if you want to regain custody of your daughter, then go and win at least one false Holy Grail War for the Einzbern family.
Only in this way can your daughter gain her freedom…”
Emiya Kiritsugu, who switched jobs to become a deliveryman, becomes a magician killer again in his forties.
This time, he participated in the Holy Grail War not for justice or for the greater good.
He fights only for his daughter, yet he's living out the script of Emiya Shirou.
In a fake Holy Grail War that was about to take place in Africa, Kiritsugu Emiya summoned himself.
"Did I never expect that I, as an agent of the Counter Force, would also yearn for a different kind of life?"
A cold, emotionless male Heroic Spirit, who could be described as a precise combat machine, looked at his Master, who had the exact same face as him, and after learning the reason for Kiritsugu Emiya's battle in this world, he uttered words that sounded like delirium.
"Lend me your power! I must win this victory to free Illya from her fate as a Lesser Grail!"
Human Kiritsugu Emiya extended his hand, and Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu Emiya looked at him coldly, but in the end he also extended his hand, and the two old fathers clasped hands together.
. . . .
No one remembers when this war began; all that is known is that the azure sky and warm sunshine exist only in distant stories passed down by word of mouth.
In this world today, the remains of the dead elves fall like snowflakes from the gloomy sky, corroding the earth and killing any weak life that comes into contact with them, like a curse.
"Full code unlocked, construction completed, combat algorithms activated against the unknown—this feeling is in my heart. I'm a machine, yet I've gained life. I'll stake everything on these 251 seconds..."
On a desolate land once again ravaged, a massive mechanical construct envelops a girl-shaped mecha and slowly rises into the sky.
"Are you mocking me with those huge wings?"
Looking up at the massive mechanical structure overhead, Jibril felt dissatisfied and quickly ascended to a position level with it.
"That's just a tin doll, but it's got some nerve."
"Shubi."
"What?"
"I haven't told you my name yet. This is who I am. I am not a doll. Rick gave me a precious self."
Shubi, whose skin was beginning to melt from the intensely powered spirit energy, spoke up to refute the words of the winged girl in front of her.
"I see. My name is Jibril. It's nice to meet you. And now, it's time to say goodbye."
Jibril didn't care about such things, but the individual machine in front of her was indeed somewhat different.
"Boom!"
Amidst the roar of cannons, the machine-type girl encased in a giant mechanical body launched the first attack on the angel-like winged girl.
The difference between the two seems to be that the machine-type girl wrapped in the giant mechanical body has the advantage, but only Schwi knows that if she gives the opposing Skywing race a chance to breathe, she may be defeated in an instant.
She could only rely on the powerful firepower of her own race to keep the enemy busy dodging her attacks, thus buying them more time.
Of course, their own defeat was already inevitable. The time they were buying now was simply to transmit the data of their love for Rick back to the command center.
"I absolutely cannot die before the data transfer is complete!"
The ground was blasted into numerous energy clusters, but a black energy beam suddenly shot in from the side. The combat algorithm quickly calculated that as long as approximately 12% of the left side of the body was abandoned, the fight could continue, but…
"Traffic control!"
There was the precious ring that Rick had given her. The traffic control deflected the attack to protect the ring, but the deflected attack hit the important core of her right half of the machine. Shubi was separated from the huge construct that had been fully formed and fell directly from the sky.
"Finally, you made a classic mistake that made me go through so much trouble to get rid of you."
Jibril landed in the distance, unsure whether the machine had any other means of retaliation.
"Mistake? What are you talking about?"
With her core damaged and unable to continue fighting, Shubi looked at the ring on her finger and didn't think it was a mistake.
"I apologize for calling you scrap metal before. I hereby acknowledge that you are a threat that must be eliminated, an enemy worth fighting and killing with all my might..."
The jet-black energy of the Sky Strike began to gather above Jibril's head as she spread her wings.
Just before the Sky Strike energy was launched, Broly appeared next to Schwi.
The Saiyan looked at the mechanical girl lying on the ground, her body mangled and broken, and the notification message from Crystal Palace made him quickly understand the situation.
"Who, who hurt you?"
His wife naturally increased his favorability towards him, so Broly's expression immediately turned serious as he looked at the enemy who dared to treat his wife, whom he didn't even know, in this way.
Then, another Crystal Palace notification appeared: [Target Jibril detected, current happiness level 0]
Broly: "..."
(End of this chapter)