dmims Chapter 430 Great Fortune: Time to Transmigrate!
Chapter 430 Great Fortune: Time to Transmigrate!
Chapter 430 Great Fortune: Time to Transmigrate!
Back on Planet Wampa, it was as peaceful as ever.
However, some buildings resembling blast furnaces have appeared near my home.
"Hey, Broly, you're back!"
Paragus, who was emitting waves at the blast furnace to convert gas into heat energy to burn something, immediately greeted his son when he saw him coming over.
"Yes, I'm back. What are you doing?"
Broly asked curiously.
"Before you left, didn't I ask you to find some rare minerals from the nearby asteroids? I'm melting these minerals to see if I can make some everyday tools, like a Baya hair comb. Combs made of stone always break after a few uses and have to be remade."
"Oh, so that's why you wanted me to find those strange stones!"
"How was it, Broly? What did you find on your trip to the other world?"
A small opening was made in the earthen blast furnace, and Paragus used a stone stick to scrape some of the viscous solution inside into the earthen mold on the ground before asking.
"I have ten more new wives."
Broly answered honestly.
"Wow, so many! This must have been a great haul!"
Paragus said with some delight, happy for the good thing that had happened to his son.
Perhaps, initially, this was the result of being lured by delicious food.
But now, this kind of inducement has long since become a habit.
"No, I only have a little over 40,000 happiness points."
Broly shook his head.
"Why? Is it because you didn't stay there long enough?"
But so many days and nights have passed since you traveled to Wanpa Star, that's not a short time, is it?
"It's not a matter of staying too short, but rather..."
Broly didn't hide anything and told his father about his experiences in the Black Bullet world.
"I don't understand matters of love and romance, but your two goddess wives are really draining your happiness points. Most of the happiness points you gained this time were used up by their time being stranded in another world."
Paragus started complaining.
"But if it weren't for Master Aqua and Eris helping me in the past, I might only have one wife, Little Scorpio."
"That's true."
Lapagas felt that the time was almost up, so he took the solidified, still steaming fork out of the clay mold, but with just a little force, the fork he had just made broke.
"Did it fail again?"
Paragas was not discouraged by this. He had only just begun to explore the art of weapon crafting, and he had experienced many failures when he was making the Baya Beast Armor before.
He casually tossed a hard, unidentified ore into the blast furnace and continued to burn stones.
"By the way, one of your new wives calls you 'Dad,' so does that make me a grandfather now?"
Paragus asked.
"Do we Saiyans also have a hierarchy?"
Broly was a little curious.
"I won't tell you, but we have a lot of Baya fur in the cave. I was thinking of knitting a little coat for that child."
"But the lower half of Scorpio's body is a large tentacle."
"The top part of the clothes is fine too."
After Broly gestured the upper body of a Scorpio, Paragus patted his chest and said, "Next time, when that little guy enters the Crystal Palace, he'll definitely get several soft and tough Baya beast suits woven by his grandfather!"
Seeing his father's energetic demeanor, Broly thought for a moment and suggested, "Why don't you help weave one for the others who haven't received the Baya Beast Robe yet?"
"Wow, are there really that many people who want the Baya Beast Suit I knitted?"
"No, I just think that giving you something to do will make you happy."
Broly didn't tell the truth, only saying, "The Baya Beast Suit is quite comfortable to wear."
"Alright, let's knit one for each of them. Even if we already have one, it will grow bigger after a year, so we still need to make a bigger one."
Paragus was full of energy, and Broly suspected that if his own father could also be admitted to Crystal Palace, his happiness level would probably be rising by now.
. . . .
In the year 744 of the Age of A, Broly filled ten slots of Transcendent Energy.
The original five grids were not used in the previous world.
"Broly, you need to learn from this experience and listen to the advice of your wives in your Crystal Palace. But try to avoid troubling them by sending them to another world to help you, because crossing worlds really costs too many happiness points."
In the previous world, Aqua and Eris consumed nearly 40,000 happiness points from crossing worlds and staying there.
Which happy family can afford such a large expense?
Therefore, when Broly embarked on another journey, Paragus gave him instructions.
Besides her father's instructions, Aqua also gave instructions in the group chat, mainly regarding Broly's near-miss with Aihara Enju in the previous world.
"Broly, listen to me. Sometimes girls say the opposite of what they mean, and you might not be able to tell the difference. So, don't listen to what girls say; just look at whether their happiness level has increased."
As long as your happiness level increases, it means they don't dislike you. Remember, don't be foolish again. For any character with a happiness level, go for it wholeheartedly in the end!
After reading Aqua's message, Broly replied "Understood" in the group chat and then embarked on a new world travel.
This time, Broly arrived in the modern metropolis of skyscrapers, stood on the bustling overpass, glanced at the Crystal Palace panel showing a stay of 96 days, 12 hours, 33 minutes, and 55 seconds, and patted his face.
He planned to approach his new target with extreme caution once he found one in this world.
Only after becoming close friends with the other person will he reveal his intention to invite them to join Crystal Palace.
Although this might be a waste of effort, it might be like Aihara Enju, who was initially unwilling to join Crystal Palace but became willing after getting to know it.
After experiencing a series of failures in his attempts to win over his wife in the previous world, Broly has summarized some tips: you can't win a wife by being impatient; you have to be patient and make your wife, whom you don't know at all, develop feelings for you first.
With this in mind, Broly embarked on his journey to conquer another world.
However, three days passed quickly.
Broly hasn't even met a single woman, let alone found a wife.
"Is there really no one in this world who's been officially recognized as a target for romance by the Crystal Palace?"
Broly, sitting in McDonald's, having ordered a bunch of fast food and eating fries and hamburgers, couldn't help but have this suspicion.
The reason is simply that the world he is currently traversing is too ordinary. As a modern city, Broly has neither discovered the magicians hidden among the people nor found any signs of a catastrophe in this world.
The world he was in now was unusually ordinary compared to the worlds he had traveled to before.
Broly tried to envelop the entire planet in aura to sense life on it, but he found no life forms with extraordinary aura.
"Are there no extraordinary ordinary worlds? Then, around the place you descended upon, were there no targets that the Crystal Palace could acknowledge as potential conquests?"
In the group chat, after learning that Broly couldn't find a romance target, the wives in the Crystal Palace summarized the boy's pattern of encountering a new romance target near him every time he traveled to a new other world. They considered things they might not have thought of and brought them up directly.
"no."
However, Broly's reply was somewhat disappointing.
In the three days since arriving in this world, Broly has already explored the entire city.
But aside from obtaining the means to live in this world from those who harbored ill intentions towards him, he gained nothing else.
"If that's the case, then we can only rely on probability-based magic!"
"Master Aqua, what are you referring to?"
"Broly, you're such an idiot. Aqua was obviously referring to Lord Homura, and the two abilities she gave you: suspicion and flattery."
"Jiburiel, you're the real idiot! I meant pick up a twig on the road, lay it down, and then walk in the direction the tip of the twig fell!"
Jibril was silent for a moment before saying, "Aqua, I really shouldn't have overestimated your intelligence."
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"It's all about probability, so why can't my stick guide the way?!"
Aqua was somewhat unconvinced.
"Suspicion and exaggeration are at least conceptual abilities of Fanlou, but what you've got is purely a lucky break."
Huihui started complaining.
"Well, well, it's not like we can't give it a try. As long as Broly thinks about it more and wants to meet a new target."
"Let's ease the atmosphere in the group chat," he said gently.
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"If that doesn't work, then we'll have to ask Eris to go over and give Broly a lucky blessing, so that the uncertain probability of the abilities 'Suspicion' and 'Exaggeration' can be transformed into high probability abilities, and even in a positive way."
"But there's still a long time before my vacation starts."
Eris said that according to the time conversion of the heavens, it would take at least twenty days.
"Since I'll be spending a lot of time in this world anyway, I'll rely on luck to find people before Eris goes on vacation."
Broly finished his fast food, walked out of the burger shop, found a tree branch by the roadside, and began to use the stick-guiding magic that Master Aqua had suggested.
At the same time, the Saiyan boy silently prayed in his heart that he wanted to meet a new target for his romance, and that the new target would not be too difficult to win over, and that in the end, she would accept his invitation and smoothly join his Crystal Palace. He made a wish like this.
"Master Aqua, I've hit a dead end."
"Then come out and keep throwing branches."
Two more days passed, and Broly still hadn't gained anything, except for a little more money in his pocket from the person who had ill intentions towards him, a child from another world.
On the sixth day after arriving in this world, a light drizzle began to fall. Broly dodged the police on the street, erected a thin protective shield, and returned to the place where he had just transmigrated.
Now, it seems we can only wait for Eris to arrive.
As Broly was thinking this, he suddenly sensed an unusual aura within a fifty-meter radius around him.
Although the aura was very faint, he could still recognize it because it appeared very suddenly within his perception range.
Broly stood on the overpass and looked in the direction of the sudden appearance of the aura. He saw two male and one female high school students arguing over something.
After thinking for a moment, Broly walked down the overpass and headed toward the traffic light intersection where two boys and a girl were standing.
Meanwhile, on the opposite street, a barefoot, overweight middle-aged man wearing a gray-brown tracksuit, who looked like a down-on-his-luck homeless person but whose skin was much fairer than that of a normal homeless person, was also walking in the same direction.
The man was somewhat dazed, but there was nothing he could do. Just three hours earlier, he hadn't been a homeless vagrant, but a shut-in who had been living at home for ten years. He had been kicked out of his home by his family over some trivial matter.
Of course, if skipping his parents' funeral, not attending the family meeting, and masturbating with uncensored pictures of young girls in his room are considered minor matters...
"What should we do next?"
The middle-aged, overweight man muttered to himself.
"If only I could start over..."
These words almost came out of his mouth, but the man immediately gave a wry smile.
How could there be a way to undo mistakes in this world?
Moreover, he has already fallen into depravity.
Something I couldn't do before my parents died.
Now that his parents have died, is it possible for him to recover?
Or maybe I should just commit suicide; that might be an easier choice.
But I seem to be afraid of pain, afraid of being tired, and afraid of anything that might harm me.
Someone like me probably wouldn't even be able to commit suicide properly!
The man thought this.
Because of his suicidal thoughts, he paid some attention to the most likely cause of death at traffic light intersections—car accidents.
Just then, a truck came from the direction he had come from, and he noticed its headlights flashing.
The man subconsciously looked in the direction of the flashing headlights. Although his glasses were a little fogged up, he could still see the driver in the driver's seat, who was moving his head little by little as if he were dozing off.
[Driving while fatigued]
These four words appeared in the man's mind almost instantly.
He was alone at this intersection, but he had also noticed the argument at the opposite intersection, which was still going on.
A high school couple, seemingly a couple, are arguing about something, while a character who appears to be the second male lead tries to mediate. Neither of them notices a truck driven by a fatigued driver veering off course in the left lane near their intersection, potentially heading straight for them.
Oh, and it wasn't just them; there was also a cool-looking little boy in a black trench coat, hands in his pockets, who had also crossed to the other side of the traffic light...
"Danger... Danger..."
The man wanted to speak up, but he underestimated how hoarse his voice was after not speaking to anyone for more than ten years. Moreover, when he was kicked out of his home, his ribs were broken by his cousin. He could only weakly squeeze out a trembling voice, which was completely masked by the sound of rain.
After realizing he couldn't make a loud noise, the man's adrenaline surged. Barefoot, he sprinted across the still-red-light intersection, his feet slippery from the rain.
The man didn't know why he was doing this, but he knew that if he did nothing and just watched the four people opposite him, especially the child among them, being run over by a truck and turned into a bloody mess, he would definitely regret it for those five minutes.
The truck veered completely off course, and the man rushed to the opposite intersection. He grabbed the male high school student who was trying to mediate and pulled him behind him. There he saw the beautiful female high school student staring at him with wide eyes. His obese body, due to inertia, was positioned where he would be hit by the truck.
The man realized he couldn't adjust his position at all, so he could only open his arms and hug the boy next to him, hoping that his obese body, developed from years of staying at home, could at least provide some cushioning for the child after being hit by the car.
Broly frowned and turned to look at the obese man who seemed about to attack him, but he didn't sense any malice from him.
At that moment, the blinding headlights also made him notice the large truck rushing from the back lane. Realizing that the man might just be trying to protect him, Broly raised his little hand.
But just as he was about to block the truck rushing towards him with one hand, the abnormal aura that had appeared in his senses suddenly expanded.
The next moment, Broly's figure vanished from the spot.
"Bang!"
The obese man, who was caught hugging nothing, was violently knocked away.
He rolled around on the ground several times before finally stopping on the street not far away.
Blood oozed from beneath him, quickly staining the ground red.
"The truck driver is alright, were there only three people hit?"
"No, there are four people, including a boy."
"Where is that person?"
"I clearly saw it."
The only male high school student who survived the traffic accident recounted the events to the police, but the number of fatalities didn't quite add up.
The police officers who handled the traffic accident, as well as the paramedics who arrived later, believed that he had suffered some psychological trauma from narrowly escaping death.
(End of this chapter)