Chapter 430

Returning to Nappa Star, Nappa Star was as quiet as ever.

Only near the home, there were some additional buildings resembling blast furnaces.

"Yo, Broly, you're back~

Paragus, who was firing blasts at the blast furnace, converting Qi into thermal energy to burn some things, immediately greeted him upon seeing his son approach.

"Mhm, I'm back. What are you doing?"

Broly asked curiously.

"Before you left, didn't I have you find some rare ores from nearby asteroids? I'm melting these ores right now to see if I can forge some daily tools, like Bay Beast fur combs and such. Stone combs always break after a few uses and must be reforged."

"Eh, so that's why you had me go find those strange stones!"

"How was it, Broly? What was the harvest from this trip to the Isekai?"

The earthen blast furnace was opened a small crack, and after Paragus used a stone stick to scrape the viscous solution inside into earthen molds on the ground, he asked.

"I gained ten new wives."

Broly answered honestly.

"Eh, that many? Then the harvest this time must be huge!"

Paragus said somewhat happily, he was happy for the good things his son had encountered.

Perhaps, at first this was the result of inducement by delicious food.

But now, this kind of inducement had long since become a habit.

"No, only forty thousand plus Happiness Points."

Broly shook his head.

"Why? Was it because you stayed there for too short a time?

But, so many days and nights have passed on Nappa Star since you transmigrated, this time isn't short either, right?"

"It's not a matter of staying for a short time, but rather..."

Broly didn't conceal it, and told his old father about his experiences in the Black Bullet World.

"I don't understand matters of sweet-talking, but your two Goddess wives sure consume Happiness Points. Nearly half of the Happiness Points harvested this time were consumed on their cross-world stay in the Isekai."

Paragus complained.

"But if Aqua Master and Eris hadn't gone over to help me, I might only have Xiao Tian as a wife."

"That's true."

Rapagas felt the time was about right, so he took out the solidified, still steaming fork from the earthen mold, but with just a slight bend, the newly made fork snapped.

"Failed again?"

Regarding this, Paragus wasn't discouraged; forging craftsmanship had only just been groped for, and when he wove Bay Beast suits before, he also experienced quite a few failures.

Casually throwing a hard, unknown ore into the blast furnace, he continued firing blasts to burn stones.

"Right, among your new wives there's one who calls you Dad, so doesn't that make me a grandfather figure now?"

Paragus asked.

"Do we Saiyans also observe seniority?"

Broly was somewhat curious.

"We don't observe it, but there's quite a stockpile of Bay Beast fur in the cave. I was thinking whether to weave a small outfit for that child."

"But Xiao Tian's lower body is a giant tentacle."

"Upper body clothes work too."

After Broly gestured out Xiao Tian's upper body build, Paragus patted his chest and said: "Next time, after that little guy enters the Crystal Palace, he'll definitely be able to get multiple Bay Beast suits woven by me, this grandfather, soft and tough!"

Looking at his old father's motivated appearance, Broly thought and proposed: "How about it, for the others who haven't gotten Bay Beast suits yet, you help weave one too?"

"Eh, there are that many people who want me to weave Bay Beast suits?"

"No, I just feel that giving you something to do would make you happy."

Broly didn't speak his true heart, only said: "Wearing Bay Beast suits is still quite comfortable."

"Good, then weave one for everyone. Even those who already have one, after a year they've grown up, so they'll need bigger clothes too."

Paragus was full of vigor; Broly suspected that if his own old father could also be recorded inside the Crystal Palace, his Happiness Value would probably be rising right now.

Year 744 of the Aiki Era, lower half, Broly filled ten grids of Transmigration Energy.

And the five grids originally there were not used in the Previous World.

"Broly, for this transmigration you must absorb the lesson, listen more to the opinions of the wives inside your Crystal Palace, but if you can avoid letting them go to the Isekai to help you, try your best not to trouble them to go help you, because crossing worlds costs far too many Happiness Points."

In the Previous World, the Happiness Points consumed by Aqua and Eris crossing worlds + staying stranded totaled nearly forty thousand.

Which happy family can withstand such a huge expense?

So, as Broly once again conducted a new transmigration, Paragus began instructing.

And besides the old father's instructions, Aqua was also instructing in the Group Chat Room, mainly targeting the matter of Broly nearly letting Aihara Enju go in the Previous World.

"Broly, listen well to me. Sometimes girls say the opposite of what they mean. You might not be able to distinguish it. So, don't listen to what girls say; just directly look at whether their Happiness Value has increased.

And as long as the Happiness Value has increased, that's a sign of not hating you. Remember, don't be foolish again. As long as they are Capture targets with Happiness Value, in the end you must fiercely A them all!"

After reading Aqua Master's message, Broly replied 【Understood】 in the Group Chat Room, then conducted a new world transmigration.

And this time, Broly arrived in a modern metropolis of high-rise buildings, standing on a skybridge amid streams of cars and horses, glanced at the Crystal Palace Panel showing 96 days 12 hours 33 minutes 55 seconds of Stay Duration, and slapped his own small face.

He prepared to find a new Capture target in this world, then cautiously and carefully make contact with the new Capture target.

And only after becoming relatively good friends with the other party would he reveal his intention to invite them to join the Crystal Palace.

Although this might be wasted effort, it might also turn out like Aihara Enju, originally unwilling to join the Crystal Palace, but willing after becoming familiar.

After experiencing capture multi-defeat in the Previous World, Broly had also summed up some capture insights: haste won't get you good wives; he must have patience, must first make wives who don't know him at all generate favorable impressions toward him.

With such thoughts in mind, Broly began his journey to capture this other world.

But three days passed quickly.

Broly hadn't even met a single capture target, let alone found a wife.

"This world... surely there isn't a single capture target recognized by the Crystal Palace?"

Sitting in Golden Arches, having ordered a pile of fast food, Broly, while eating French fries and hamburgers, couldn't help but doubt this.

Only because the world he was currently transmigrating to was far too ordinary; as a modern city, Broly had neither discovered mages hidden among the crowds nor found any calamities occurring outside.

Compared to the worlds he had transmigrated to before, the world he was now in was ordinary to an abnormal degree.

Broly tried to envelop his ki around the entire planet to sense all life on it, but found no lifeforms with extraordinary ki.

"No extraordinary ordinary world? Then around the place where you descended, you didn't discover any capture targets that can be recognized by the Crystal Palace?"

In the group chat room, after learning of Broly's situation of being unable to find capture targets, the wives in the Crystal Palace summarized the boy's pattern of always meeting new capture targets near him whenever he transmigrated to a new other world, considered for him places he might not have thought of, and directly brought it up.

"No."

However, Broly's reply was somewhat disappointing.

In the three days since coming to this world, Broly had already toured this entire city.

But apart from obtaining this world's living funds from people who were ill-intentioned toward him, he had gained nothing at all.

"If that's the case, then I can only rely on probability magecraft!"

"Aqua Master, what do you mean?"

"Broly, you really are an idiot; Aqua is of course talking about Lord Fanlou, the two abilities of Suspicion and Boastful Play given to you."

"Jibril, you're the real idiot; I mean picking up a tree branch on the road, knocking someone down at random, and then walking in the direction the branch tip falls!"

Jibril fell silent for a while before saying: "Aqua, I really shouldn't have overestimated your intelligence."

Below, many people sent facepalm emojis, +1 +1 agreeing.

"It's all gambling on probability, why can't my wooden stick navigation work?!"

Aqua was somewhat unconvinced.

"Suspicion and Boastful Play are at least Lord Fanlou's conceptual abilities, while you're just a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, pure dumb luck."

Megumin retorted.

"Well, well, it's not that it can't be tried; as long as Broly thinks more in his heart, wanting to meet a new capture target."

Yunyun said, easing the atmosphere in the group chat room.

"If that doesn't work, then we can only ask Eris to go over, give Broly a Lucky Blessing, turning Suspicion and Boastful Play, these two abilities that launch with uncertain probability, into abilities that launch with high probability, and in a good direction."

"But there's still a long time until my vacation."

Eris said, and according to heavenly time conversion, it would take more than twenty days anyway.

"Anyway, my stay duration in this world is long; before Eris's vacation, I'll just rely on luck to find someone."

Broly finished the fast food, walked out of the hamburger shop, found a tree branch by the roadside, and began using the Wooden Stick Navigation Magecraft suggested by Aqua Master.

At the same time, the Saiyan boy didn't forget to silently recite in his heart, wanting to meet a new capture target, hoping the new capture target wouldn't be so hard to capture, and in the end successfully agree to his invitation, smoothly joining his Crystal Palace, making such a wish.

"Aqua Master, I've entered a dead end."

"Then come out, and keep throwing branches."

Two more days passed, and Broly still had gained nothing, except for some more money added to his pocket from an ill-intentioned otherworldly child toward him.

On the sixth day since coming to this world, light rain began to fall patteringly from the sky; Broly avoided the police on the street, raised a thin protective shield, and returned to the place where he had first transmigrated.

Now, it seemed he could only wait for Eris's arrival.

Broly thought this, and within his ki sense range of fifty meters around him, he suddenly sensed an abnormal breath appearing.

Although that breath was very faint, he could still distinguish it, because it was a breath that appeared very suddenly within his perception range.

Broly stood on the sky bridge, looked in the direction of the abruptly appearing breath, and discovered two male and one female high school students having some argument over there.

After thinking it over, Broly walked down from the sky bridge and headed toward the traffic light intersection where the two male and one female high school students were standing.

At the same time, on the opposite street, a barefoot, middle-aged fat man wearing gray dirt-colored sportswear, looking like a down-and-out vagrant but with skin much paler than a normal vagrant, was also walking in the same direction.

This man was somewhat muddle-headed, but there was no helping it, because three hours ago he wasn't yet a homeless vagrant, but a shut-in fat otaku who had stayed at home for ten years; just because of some small matters, he had been kicked out of his own home by his family.

Of course, if skipping his parents' funeral, not attending the clan meeting, and using uncensored pomegranate pictures in his room to masturbate are also considered small matters...

"What should I do next?"

The middle-aged fat otaku man muttered to himself.

"If only I could start over..."

These words almost slipped out, but the man immediately smiled bitterly.

In this world, how could there be Regret Medicine?

And he, who had already sunk to this day.

Something he couldn't do even before his parents died.

Now that his parents were dead, could he possibly pull himself together again?

Or maybe just commit suicide; this choice might be easier.

But he seemed afraid of pain, tiredness, and anything that might cause him harm.

A person like him probably couldn't even manage to commit suicide!

The man thought this.

And because he had thoughts of suicide, he paid some attention to the traffic light intersection, the death event most likely to occur there—a car accident.

Just then, a truck came driving from the direction he had come from, and he noticed the flickering headlights.

The man subconsciously looked toward the flickering headlights; although his nearsighted glasses were a bit misty, they still allowed his nearsighted eyes to see the driver in the cab, nodding off as if dozing, his head moving bit by bit.

【Fatigued Driving】

These four words almost instantly surfaced in the man's mind.

On this side of the intersection, he was alone, but he had also noticed the argument at the opposite intersection earlier, and it still had not stopped by now.

A pair of suspected high school sweethearts were arguing about something, a suspected second male lead character was trying to mediate, and none of them noticed that on the left lane of the intersection approaching them, a truck driven by a fatigued driver was deviating from its original trajectory, possibly about to crash into them.

Oh, not only them, but also a little boy wearing a black trench coat with both hands in his pockets, looking cool, had arrived at the traffic light intersection opposite...

"Danger... danger..."

The man wanted to speak up to warn them, but underestimated how hoarse his voice was after more than ten years without communicating with anyone, and when he was driven out of the house, his ribs had been broken by his own cousin, so he could only pathetically squeeze out a trembling voice, and this voice was completely drowned out by the sound of rain.

After discovering he could not make much sound at all, the man's adrenaline surged sharply; barefoot without shoes, stepping on the wet ground from the rain, he directly sprinted toward the intersection opposite where the red light was still prohibiting passage.

The man did not know why he was doing this, only clearly knowing that if he did nothing at this moment and watched the four people opposite, especially with a child among them, being crushed by the large truck into a bloody corpse, the image appearing before him, he would definitely regret it for those five minutes.

The large truck completely deviated from the lane, and the man also rushed to the opposite intersection; he grabbed the high school boy who was mediating, pulled him behind himself, and then saw the pretty female high school student staring wide-eyed at him; her obese body, due to inertia, arrived at the position where she would be hit by the vehicle.

The man discovered he could not adjust his position at all, so he could only open both arms to hug the boy beside him, hoping his obese body cultivated over many years of being a shut-in could at least provide some buffering effect after being hit by the vehicle for this child.

Broly frowned and turned his head, looking at the obese man who seemed to be attacking him, but felt no malice from the other person.

At this time, the dazzling headlights also made him notice the large truck rushing from the lane behind; after realizing this person might just be trying to protect him, Broly raised his small hand.

But just as he was preparing to block the truck rushing from behind with one hand, the abnormal breath within his perception suddenly expanded.

The next moment, Broly's figure vanished right there.

"Bang~"

The obese man who hugged empty air was then violently thrown flying.

He, covered in layers of fat, rolled several times on the ground before stopping on the street not far away.

Fresh blood overflowed from beneath him, soon dyeing the ground red.

"The truck driver is fine, only three people were hit?"

"No, four people, plus a boy."

"What about that person?"

"I clearly saw him."

The only high school boy who survived this traffic accident was recounting the accident situation to the police, but the casualty count did not match up.

Regarding this, the police handling the traffic accident, as well as the medical personnel who later rushed over to this side, all believed he had suffered some mental stimulation from brushing past the Death God.

(Chapter End)