"Then system, how many Samsara Points are required to evolve into a Super Saiyan?"
"500,000 points."
Fenric’s brows furrowed.
Five hundred thousand Samsara Points...!
No wonder the wanted man Choi Hojae had never evolved into a Super Saiyan. For most Samsaras, that number was astronomical.
Even for Fenric, gathering that many points would be extrely difficult. He’d need several consecutive Super God evaluations just to co close.
After a mont’s thought, Fenric placed the vial of Saiyan blood back on the shelf. He would hold off on using it for now.
If he never found a stronger bloodline in the future, he could always return to it.
Besides, a tenfold increase in power was already monstrous.
By his current attributes, that would push his strength past four thousand. One punch would be enough to shatter the world around him.
Still, Fenric couldn’t shake the thought that better bloodlines might exist—ones that could push his potential even further.
When he left the warehouse, it was already half past midnight.
Without hesitation, Fenric headed straight for the Samsara Tower’s eleventh floor.
He still had a dungeon refresh card. Once this was used, it would be gone for good.
Activating the card, he stepped into the tower’s gates and was instantly transported to the eleventh floor.
From the balcony there, he could see almost the entirety of Area C below.
An elf spirit materialized beside him, bowing politely.
"Welco, dear Samsara Player Shura. What assistance do you require?"
"I want to enter a dungeon," Fenric said.
"Understood. Please select your target world."
With a graceful wave of her hand, a holographic screen appeared before him.
Two choices glowed on the panel:
Total Recall (Normal)
Transforrs (Hard)
Fenric didn’t hesitate. "Transforrs."
The selection locked.
As always, he was teleported into a white preparation room.
He had assud few would choose the Transforrs dungeon.
To his surprise, seven others were already there.
Fenric frowned slightly. According to online guides, this dungeon contained only a limited number of chanical lifeforms. With so many Samsaras, how could the kills possibly be divided? Weren’t they afraid of failing the mission and being obliterated?
Even if each of them managed to kill one, their evaluations would surely suffer.
But that was their problem, not his.
When the others noticed Fenric appear, their expressions shifted.
"Shit, that’s Shura!" one whispered nervously.
"Will he ss with our plan?"
"Maybe we should wait for the next run..."
"Relax. Our plan’s about the coordinates hidden in the glasses. It has nothing to do with Shura."
"But what if he’s here for the glasses too?"
"Impossible. My cousin was the one who discovered the secret in those glasses. No one else in the world knows about it."
"And what if there’s nothing at those coordinates?"
"Then so be it. If you want a high evaluation, you can’t shy away from risks. Do you think the Samsara Tower is so amusent park? Look at Shura—he’s achieved Super God evaluations. Did he face any less danger? Whether it was the alien nest in Avengers or holding off nuclear strikes in Final Destination, every one of those was life or death."
They spoke in hushed tones, but Fenric’s sharp ears caught every word.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
He knew exactly what glasses they were talking about.
In the original Transforrs plot, the protagonist’s great-grandfather left behind a pair of antique spectacles, their cracked lenses secretly etched with Cybertronian coordinates.
Clearly, these Samsaras hadn’t uncovered the full truth, yet they dared to enter this dungeon banking everything on those glasses.
Fenric had to admit, their courage was impressive.
But as for himself—he was here for AllSpark. He would not yield it to anyone.
The glasses held no interest for him. He already knew the plot. He already knew exactly where the AllSpark was hidden.
Which ant these Samsaras were destined to be a step behind him.
"Attention, Samsara players. Mission teleport will begin in ten minutes."
The system prompt echoed through the preparation room.
None of the eight participants left.
Everyone remained silent, focused on the countdown.
Ten minutes passed in a flash.
"Teleportation countdown: 10... 9... 8... 3... 2... 1!"
Scarlet light enveloped their bodies, and they vanished.
—--
Beyond Earth, life thrived elsewhere in the universe.
In the far reaches of space, there existed a tallic world called Cybertron, ho to the chanical lifeforms known as Transforrs.
They had once lived in peace—until gatron, leader of the Decepticons, rose to power.
Thus began a war that raged across their planet and beyond.
"Main mission released!"
Objective: Kill at least one chanical lifeform.
Duration: 5 days.
Failure: Obliteration.
Warning: The existence of Samsara Space must not be revealed to the inhabitants of this world.
Hint: Killing more, or more powerful, chanical lifeforms will improve your evaluation.
When the system prompt ended, Fenric found himself standing on the streets of a bustling city.
It was a bright afternoon. Sunlight spilled across the wide streets, giving the tropolis a languid, almost idyllic air.
Catching sight of a storefront window, Fenric studied his reflection.
A tall young man, about twenty years old, gazed back at him. Handso, sharp, nearly identical to his real self.
The system had prepared this appearance by default.
Fenric nodded in approval.
Then he turned from the glass, his eyes sharpening.
It was ti to put his plan into motion.
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