This time, Lin Xuan didn't keep teasing Porunga. Instead, he continued with his second wish. "My second wish is to grant me the ability to teleport over cosmic distances!"
As soon as Lin Xuan finished speaking, Neru immediately repeated it in Namekian, word for word.
Porunga responded without delay. "This wish can be granted. It is done. Now, state your final wish."
At that moment, a new ability appeared on Lin Xuan's status panel: Spatial Teleportation!
Lin Xuan nodded in satisfaction at the sight.
He'd come all the way from Earth to Planet Namek for exactly this reason.
His two wishes—one for survival in the vacuum of space, the other for teleportation—were designed to let him roam the universe freely. With these powers, the possibilities were endless.
The Dragon Ball world was a powerhouse, its true might still hidden for now. But Lin Xuan knew what lay ahead: interstellar wars, planets shattering like glass, clashes between entire universes.
Now, he could zip to any planet without a spaceship in sight.
It opened the door for him to lay the groundwork on some long-term plans ahead of schedule.
And beyond this world, these abilities would serve him just as well in others.
He'd already checked the Prestige Shop earlier—options to develop these exact powers were there, but at a steep price.
Together, they'd cost a whopping four billion prestige points!
By fulfilling them through Porunga, he'd saved himself billions. A tidy profit, all things considered.
"State your final wish!" Porunga urged again.
Truth be told, it was itching to head back. The way Lin Xuan kept eyeing it made the dragon uneasy, like the guy was scheming something underhanded.
Lin Xuan paused, then shook his head. "I haven't thought of anything yet." He turned to the others, asking if they had any ideas—even going so far as to prod Orochimaru directly. "What about you? Want immortality?"
Orochimaru froze, his expression flickering through a storm of emotions.
Eternal life—that was the holy grail he'd chased his whole life, the reason behind every twisted experiment, every dive into the mysteries of life and death.
In the old days, he'd have jumped at the chance without a second thought.
But now, shadowing Lin Xuan across two wildly different worlds had shifted something in him.
He no longer fixated solely on the endgame. The journey toward immortality thrilled him just as much—the breakthroughs, the forbidden knowledge. More than that, he craved earning it through his own grit and genius.
Why the change? Who could say. Maybe it just felt more satisfying that way, like a victory truly his own.
After wrestling with it for a moment, Orochimaru shook his head and turned down the offer.
Lin Xuan blinked in surprise but let it slide, moving on to the rest of the group. "Anyone else? Last wish is up for grabs!"
The Ninja Guild members exchanged glances, but silence hung heavy. No one spoke up.
Whitebeard, especially, stayed quiet. His partnership with Lin Xuan was just that—a deal. Being dragged to another world, witnessing its wonders firsthand? That was already more than he'd bargained for. He wasn't about to push his luck and snag the wish for himself.
Then, out of nowhere, Madara spoke up to the dragon. "Can you break Lin Xuan's hold over me?"
The words hit the other shinobi like a spark to dry tinder.
Ever since the First Martial Arts Tournament, when they'd learned the Edo Tensei bindings meant they couldn't lay a finger on Lin Xuan, it had stuck in their craws.
Sure, none of them harbored thoughts of betrayal. But the invisible leash? It chafed all the same.
Madara, naturally, resented it the most. That's why the idea had popped into his head first—to use the dragon to cut the cord.
Unfortunately, Porunga wasn't the omnipotent force it seemed. This request clearly stretched beyond its limits.
With a regretful rumble, it replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't grant that. Please choose another."
Madara's face fell, a sharp huff escaping him. "Just like Earth's dragon—looks impressive, delivers squat."
Porunga fell silent, at a loss.
The Namekian elder caught the jab and winced, his mouth twitching. After all, Porunga's power stemmed from him—insulting the dragon was a backhanded slight at the elder himself.
But he let it pass, pretending he hadn't heard.
Dejected, Madara had no more wishes to offer.
The others racked their brains but came up empty too.
In the end, after going full circle, it landed back on Lin Xuan.
He pondered a bit longer, then lit up with an idea—one he actually liked.
Turning to Porunga, he declared, "For my third wish: I want the power to broadcast live streams to every living being in the universe, anytime, anywhere!"
"Huh?"
Porunga and the others around him all stared, utterly baffled.
It took a long beat before the dragon recovered, tilting its massive head. "Pardon me, but... what exactly do you mean by 'live stream'?"
Lin Xuan thought it over, then explained, "It's like projecting images or scenes—whatever I want—straight into people's minds, so they can see it all unfold in real time."
Porunga mulled that over, starting to get the gist.
Madara and the rest snapped out of their daze too, though confusion lingered.
Hashirama piped up first. "Lin Xuan, what do you even need that for?"
Before Lin Xuan could answer, Hashirama's eyes widened as realization dawned. "Wait—you're not planning to show off to the entire universe whenever the mood strikes, are you?!"
"What?!"
The group gawked, jaws on the floor.
Tobirama let out a weary chuckle, rolling his eyes. "Big brother, that's a bit of a stretch, don't you think—"
Madara cut him off, his mouth twisting in a grimace. "No, you two don't know him like I do. This guy's absolutely scheming exactly that right now."
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