Creed felt like he'd been placed inside a mysterious passageway.
All around him was wrapped in a hazy, swirling aura.
There was no concept of time here—no concept of space, either. He couldn't feel anything at all. There was only deathly silence.
Even Creed himself couldn't move, as if he'd been bound in place—like sleep paralysis. The only thing he could move was his eyeballs.
His pupils abruptly tightened.
The Rinnegan appeared.
With microscopic clarity, his eyes perceived something deeper.
Beneath that hazy mist… were chains—one after another—mysterious and extraordinary.
He kept observing this strange passageway. Here, he could sense a supreme existence—something that stood above laws themselves.
Suddenly, the entire passage began to accelerate.
Creed's body shot forward, racing toward an unknown destination.
Everything before his eyes turned into streaks of flowing light and phantom afterimages.
During that time, Creed encountered something terrifying.
He arrived before a region filled with destructive astral winds. Within those winds, he sensed a lethal threat.
He had a strong intuition—if even the slightest thread of that wind touched him, he would vanish without bones or ashes.
Luckily, this passageway protected him.
Without it, death was inevitable.
As the passage continued to accelerate, the road ahead became completely filled with those dreadful astral winds—an absolute forbidden zone no human could ever touch.
Even with demigod-level strength, Creed didn't dare make contact.
No wonder a Traversal Card was necessary.
Otherwise, even if you knew how to reach another world, you still couldn't go.
No one knew how long it passed.
There was no time flow here.
Maybe an hour…
Maybe a week…
Or maybe a month, a year, two years, ten years…
Creed finally left that region filled with astral winds.
His heart suddenly jumped.
The Rinnegan in his eyes began to burn hot—something was drawing him in.
But before he could react, he felt another pull as well.
Had he arrived?
What world would it be?
But he'd overthought it.
He hadn't arrived yet.
Unable to endure that endless silence any longer, he sank into sleep.
And after who knew how long—
Chi!
A crisp sound rang out. The void cracked open, and another black hole appeared, a powerful suction erupting from within.
Sleeping, Creed jolted his eyes open.
Was it time?
Space shattered and swallowed him.
A dizzying spin seized him. After a long while, he finally steadied.
Creed slowly opened his eyes.
A blinding sun hung high in the sky, and he was standing on grassland.
"I'm here?"
He scanned the world, unable to tell where this was.
His strength didn't feel suppressed or affected at all.
But…
At the end of his vision, he saw the silhouettes of buildings.
His figure vanished from the spot, becoming a ghostlike blur as he shot away.
So satisfying…
Very soon…
He arrived at a steel city. Tall buildings stood in dense clusters.
Huge screens displayed advertisements.
The roads spread in all directions, with cars moving along them.
On the sidewalks, all kinds of beauties in ultra-short skirts formed a striking scenery line.
Creed blanked for a moment.
How long had it been since he'd seen a scene like this?
He'd almost forgotten what it looked like.
"Hello. Is this Earth?"
Creed grabbed someone and asked.
"Are you insane? If this isn't Earth, what is it—Mars?"
The man looked at Creed like he was an idiot.
Earth.
It really was Earth!
Did he come back?
Did he return to his original world?
For a moment, he felt a timid nostalgia—like coming home after a long absence.
But… this world had changed too much.
There were even floating cars now.
How many years had passed?
Were his old friends still alive?
Just as he was about to learn more about this world—
Boom boom boom!!
The ground shook, buildings swayed, the earth rocked like a mountain collapse, and pedestrians toppled onto the street.
"Earthquake—ahhh!!"
Screams erupted everywhere.
Earthquake?
No.
Creed sensed several forces colliding.
Someone was fighting.
Northwest.
It was far.
His body flickered, and he shot toward the distance again.
Not long after…
A rocky wasteland filled with jagged stones and barren boulders.
Creed clearly saw two sides battling.
On one side: a bald man in a martial arts uniform, a child, and a strange green-skinned figure wearing a white cape.
They were fighting two people.
The battle was intense.
But the side with more people… was being crushed one-sidedly by just two.
Seeing them—
Creed's eyes widened.
He finally knew where he was.
Earth—yes, Earth.
But… not his Earth.
This was another Earth.
An Earth with insanely high combat power, where shattering stars was casual, and destroying a universe was like play.
Dragon Ball!
Creed never imagined he'd actually come to the world of Dragon Ball.
Krillin, Piccolo, Yamcha, Gohan, Tien…
And… Vegeta, plus another ten fodder Saiyans whose names Creed couldn't even remember.
"Hold on—Goku will be here soon!"
Krillin spoke with a face full of strain.
He was being tangled up by a group of Saibamen, his body covered in wounds.
With fear, he glanced toward the two Saiyans in the distance who still hadn't made a move.
So strong!
Those two were even stronger than last time.
They hadn't even lifted a finger.
Just their Saibamen subordinates were enough to push them to the brink.
Seeing Krillin's group unable to even beat the Saibamen, Vegeta wore a look of pure contempt.
And then—
The scouter over his eye blinked with another red dot.
"So there's someone else hiding here, huh."
With a mocking grin, he looked toward where Creed was and slowly raised his hand, firing an energy blast at Creed's position.
Boom!!
A massive explosion rang out, leaving a huge crater in the ground.
Creed's figure appeared on the battlefield.
Piccolo's group looked shocked—none of them recognized this person.
"Interesting. He dodged it."
Vegeta looked surprised.
Creed stared at him calmly.
"It's been a long time since anyone dared lay a hand on me."
He paused, voice icy.
"You… want to die?"
Boom!
A terrifying aura erupted from Vegeta.
His eyes narrowed, a chilling killing intent flashing within them.
Sizzle sizzle!
Two figures lunged forward—sensing their master's killing intent, two Saibamen pounced toward Creed.
"Watch out!"
Krillin warned, but the next second he froze.
The two Saibamen that had leapt at Creed…
Turned into ice sculptures midair.
They fell to the ground and shattered into countless icy fragments.
(End of Chapter)
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