Nightmare Mode (Dragon Ball Z Gamer SI)

A Saiyan Beatdown (12.1)

Game

Thoughts

"Talking"

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5,500HP! (50,850/56,350)

Gray looked down at the boy, watching him struggle on the ground, completely blindsided by the sudden attack. His focus was so intense that he ignored the notification flashing at the edge of his vision, assuming it was just another damage or reputation alert.

[Saiyan Assimilation] has reached 5%!

You have been inflicted with the [Saiyan Bloodline] status condition!

A surge of adrenaline shot through Gray's body, his heart pounding in his ears as he stared at Bareth. An indescribable mix of emotions filled him—anger, disgust, disappointment, and pity all raging within him.

"Who the hell are y—BELH!" Bareth's lackeys scrambled to their feet as the table shattered beneath them, splinters flying everywhere after Bareth was slammed through it. One of the boys who had been sitting next to him charged at Gray, his fist clenched. He was thin and muscular with a rectangular and long face, and he raised his fist high as he flung it at Gray. But Gray's Ki-covered fist met his face before he could land a hit, sending him crashing into the nearest wall. Gray raised an eyebrow, examining the boy with mild curiosity.

8,260HP! (6,465/15,725)

[Follower] Replik:

[Saiyan D-Class Recruit]

Age: 16

PL: 1,950,280

HP: 15,725/15,725

TKI: 26,280/26,280

Reputation: -20/100 (Negatively-Viewed)

[Follower] Modifier - Individuals with this modifier will be natural followers. They will be able to follow orders to a high degree.

The average trainee might be stronger now, but...

"You're all still ants compared to me," Gray scoffed, feeling his Saiyan pride ignite. As Bareth shot up from the ground, rage burning on his face, Gray easily dodged him, his movements fluid. Gray stepped past him, letting Bareth's momentum carry him forward so he was leaning past him, and then raised a cocked-back fist. Bareth's face turned even redder as Gray's Ki-covered fist crashed into his nose, shattering it. Blood splattered across Bareth's face as he slammed into the ground, a crater forming beneath him.

12,500HP! (38,350/56,350)

So fragile.

"You bast-" Another one of Bareth's lackeys quickly joined him as Gray grabbed him by the neck, stopping him mid-lunge toward him. The boy was overly fat, looking nearly like a sumo wrestler, and Gray smirked as he easily held the boy upward by his thick neck. Gray gripped his neck tighter, letting the boy spit and choke for a moment before he slammed him into Bareth's downed form.

18,500HP! (12,850/31,350)

I don't need [Observe] to know how pathetic you are.

Gray blinked, shaking his head slightly at his thoughts.

The entire cafeteria had now turned their attention to the scene, a crowd gathering as trainees moved closer, eager to watch the fight unfold. Six more of Bareth's crew stood nearby, but they hesitated, eyeing Gray warily after seeing how effortlessly he handled their friends. In the corner, Gray noticed the girl who had been sitting next to Bareth trying to shrink into the wall, as if she was trying to hide away.