Picking up the pen, Roy immediately entered the zone this was the professional quality he developed as an excellent assistant to a manga artist.
With the blessing of Nen, as long as he could picture something in his mind, he could draw it exactly as it was. No hesitation, no obstacles an incredibly enjoyable feeling.
In this state, as long as he had seen the manga back on Earth, he could redraw any series perfectly.
His Nen ability greatly enhanced his physical and creative endurance.
Roy felt as if everything about Dragon Ball had been engraved directly into his mind.
His hand moved faster and faster, and vivid, classic images appeared under his pen.
Son Goku, Bulma, Master Roshi, Oolong…
Brush brush brush.
Brush brush brush.
He had to make it perfect. Only then could he secure a very good placement in the magazine.
Just like that, ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Roy arrived at the offices of Junior Magazine.
He came to submit his manuscript.
Junior Magazine was Roy's current workplace.
Luke, the owner of the magazine and a well-known manga artist himself, was flipping through Roy's submission.
"Collect seven Dragon Balls to summon a dragon? A wild boy who grew up in the forest, strong but inexperienced, paired with a wealthy city girl? Nice idea!"
Old Luke set the manuscript down and gave Roy an approving look.
"Roy, you really didn't disappoint me."
"It's all thanks to your teaching, sir."
Luke was someone Roy respected—a gentle man who truly loved manga.
"The story's good. There's no problem publishing it."
"Thank you, teacher."
"Well, I'm tired today. Go get some rest."
After Roy left, Luke sat quietly for a long time, flipping through the Dragon Ball manuscript again.
"These lines… these strokes… this character design… the story structure… Roy, you're a real genius!"
As a seasoned manga artist, Luke knew exactly what this level of skill meant for today's manga world.
Even he felt a little ashamed by how polished Roy's work was.
After a moment of thought, old Luke made up his mind.
He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Hello? Listen, make Dragon Ball the main headline project for this issue… Yes, that's right! Put it in the most prominent position. Give Dragon Ball the gold plate slot!"
Putting down the phone, Luke let out a long exhale.
This manga would definitely explode in popularity. Junior Magazine would rise with it.Maybe the springtime of the entire manga industry was coming.
...
Back at his room, Roy began his physical training.
Even after obtaining Nen, one couldn't slack off. A strong body was the foundation of everything.
The body was the capital of revolution.
The magazine's first release day was set for the 5th of every month.
Today was the 1st. In five days, the new issue would be on shelves.
Roy looked forward to seeing what position Luke had arranged for Dragon Ball and what reward he would receive.
...
Five days flew by. When the bookstore opened, Junior Magazine appeared in the most conspicuous corner of the shelves.
Roy, who was exercising, suddenly froze.
At that moment, words appeared in his mind:
[Dragon Ball — first releasePlacement: Gold Plate]
Then a milky white light emerged in front of him.
"Gold plate?!" Roy's heart leapt.
He thought it would be good enough if Luke gave him a decent position, but he never expected the best the magazine's highest-value gold plate slot.
Old Luke was incredible!
Since it was the gold plate, the reward generated by his ability should be extremely high-quality.
But in the next second, Roy was stunned.
The milky white light slowly condensed into a humanoid form.
"Is… is this the manifestation of a character from Dragon Ball?"
A terrifying possibility flashed through his mind.
"Wait—what if it generates Frieza, Cell, or Majin Buu…?"
Roy felt a chill run down his spine.
If one of those monsters appeared in the real world, it would be over.
"No… even for a gold plate, it shouldn't reach the level of Cell or Majin Buu, right…?"
He tried to comfort himself.
Under Roy's tense gaze, the light took shape and slowly dissipated, revealing the figure standing in his room.
He finally saw who it was.
Tall, blonde, a blue vest over a black-and-white top, black leggings and gray boots…
"G-gulp…"
Roy swallowed.
It was Android 18!