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Dragon Ball: I Became Invincible by Being a Lazy Salted Fish!

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Loren, who started with a combat power of 820, transmigrated into the Dragon Ball world and only wanted to eat, sleep, and live like a salted fish. Then, the God-level Selection System activated! [Ding! Major threat detected: Raditz (combat power 1500)! This enemy will seriously endanger your future life!] [Choice 1: Follow the salted fish lifestyle! Escape immediately! Reward: “Perfect Breath Hiding” experience card!] [Choice 2: Remain a true salted fish forever! Face Raditz head-on! Reward: Combat power increases by 20,000 points! Saiyan-exclusive combat skill unlocked!] Loren: “Thanks for the invitation. I just woke up on Earth. If I want to sunbathe peacefully from now on, Raditz… you’re in my way.” System prompt: [Choice confirmed! Reward of 20,000 combat power points obtained! Congratulations to the host for learning ‘Air Dance Mastery’!] Daily task: [Sunbathe under Karin Tower for one hour] → Combat Power +15 Daily task: [Eat a full meal and take a nap] → Combat Power +10 After returning from intense training, Vegeta discovered that Loren’s combat power had risen again. He was shocked. “How the hell are you getting this strong?!” Loren yawned. “I just woke up. Maybe I leveled up in my sleep.” Frieza: “The emperor of the universe has arrived! Kneel!” Loren: “Tsk. Anyone who interrupts my nap has to die. Frieza, for the sake of my comfortable life, I’m beating you up first.” Android 18: “Hey, Loren… want to go fishing on an uninhabited island tomorrow?” Loren: “Hmm… sure. As long as you don’t disturb my sleep.”
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