Chapter 4 The First Lottery

When Jack returned home, he couldn't wait to exclaim, "System, hurry up, I want to draw a lottery!"

Whoosh!

An illusory interface of a huge turntable appeared in front of him.

A red button in the middle of the turntable read, "1000 emotional values 1 time."

Around the button were countless spherical objects.

Jack took a closer look and realized that they were mostly items from the Dragon Ball world.

Among them were some fairy beans, detectors, and Bulma's little Nene… Wait, Bulma's little Nene?

"Hey, system, what's the use of that? If I win that, I'd have wasted 1,000 emotion points," Jack said, pointing at Bulma's little Nene.

"This is a primary turntable. The items on it are almost normal. The host needs to understand," the system replied nonchalantly.

"You're a shady system. Forget it, let's draw and see what happens," Jack muttered to himself and chose to spend 1,000 emotion points to spin the wheel.

Ding ding ding…..

The pointer on the turntable began to spin like a wind chime.

Jack's eyes were glued to the turntable, his heartbeat quickening as he hoped for a good item on his first draw.

The pointer continued to spin over the items, gradually slowing down.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Jack silently willed, trying to make the turntable land on the item he wanted. But the turntable seemed to have a mind of its own and continued its slow rotation.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, I want this!" Jack shouted excitedly, watching as the pointer slowed and was about to land on the light ball called Wu Kongshu.

Jack knew about the Wu Kong Technique. It was a flight technique from the Dragon Ball series, which, while not highly useful to him at the moment, could at least help him escape danger.

But the turntable didn't cooperate, and the pointer just passed Wu Kong and stopped right after.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for winning Bulma's little panty. Please check it after it has been distributed."

In the next second, a small white piece of underwear appeared in Jack's hand.

Jack looked at the item in his hand and roared inwardly, "Damn it, just a little more! Why couldn't it stop on Wu Kong Technique? What use is this thing?"

"It is detected that the host still has 1,000 emotion points. Do you want to continue the lottery?" the system prompted.

"Forget it, I'm done with this," Jack said, tossing the item on the ground in frustration. He washed his hands, put on his dried martial arts uniform, and went out to continue his training.

He decided to wait until the evening for another chance at the lottery.

A wasteland not far from where Jack and Alex lived had been set aside for new buildings, but frequent appearances of monsters had left it abandoned. This made it an ideal place for Jack's training.

After a while, Jack arrived at the wasteland. He looked at the vast land before him, removed his upper clothing, and began to plow the ground with his hands, reminiscent of Little Goku in Dragon Ball.

Under the scorching sun, Jack's sweat fell like raindrops, and his pants quickly became muddy from sweat and dirt.

His hands kept turning over the land with immense power, as if he were overturning the entire area.

Minutes turned into hours, but Jack's efforts did not falter.

His hands were turning red, with faint streaks of blood showing beneath the skin.

The nails on all ten fingers were broken.

Every time he turned the soil, intense pain surged through his body like electric shocks.

But he showed no signs of stopping and plowed even more vigorously.

Soon it was noon, and Jack finally ceased his training, slowly walking forward with arms now weak and covered in mud and blood.

Jack immediately took out a fairy bean from his inventory and ate it. In seconds, his body was restored to its original state.

"Luckily, I have fairy beans. Otherwise, after such intense practice, I'd probably need weeks to recover."

"But I only have ten fairy beans from the novice gift pack. I've already used two. If this keeps up, I'll run out in three days. If I need more, I'll have to get them from the turntable."

After considering this, Jack put on his clothes and headed home.

During lunchtime, he took a good rest, following the Kamesen-ryu principle of resting well after intense practice.

Back home, Jack removed his clothes, took a shower, and grabbed a soda from the fridge. He sat on the sofa and enjoyed the drink.

"Gudonggudonggudong…"

"Feels great!" Jack said with satisfaction.

While watching TV, Jack decided that, since he had cultivated a large area of land, he might as well buy some vegetable seeds to plant. He resolved to buy some seeds when he went to the store with Alex the day after tomorrow.

After a while, he turned off the TV and took a lunch break, preparing for the afternoon training.

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At 2:30 in the afternoon, Jack headed to the sea, ready to start swimming training. However, he was hesitant about entering the water.

The sea in the One-Punch Man world was different from the Dragon Ball world, plagued with powerful monsters due to pollution.

He worried that he might encounter a monster during his swim.

After standing on the beach for a while, Jack finally decided, "I refuse to believe that I'll be unlucky enough to meet a monster."

With that, he jumped into the sea and started swimming.

Fortunately, no monsters appeared. After several hours of swimming, Jack emerged from the sea, dressed and headed home.

Perhaps due to his Saiyan adaptability, although he was tired from swimming, he didn't experience the same muscle soreness he had in the morning.

By the time he got home, the sun was setting behind the mountains. He still had one last training task for the day—training his reaction time.

He tied a rope around his waist and attached the other end to a large tree, which had a beehive on it. The bees hadn't been contaminated yet.

He picked up a stone and threw it at the hive.

Buzz buzz….

As the hive was struck, the swarm of bees rushed out, attacking Jack with their stingers.

Jack dodged as best as he could, but his head was soon covered in stings.

Night fell, and after a grueling day of training, Jack was in the kitchen cooking.

He made a large bowl of ramen and devoured it quickly.

Despite his pseudo-Saiyan bloodline, his appetite was not as immense as a pure-blooded Saiyan's.

Being young, Jack finished the bowl quickly, but still felt hungry. He got up and made another bowl.

After eating more than a dozen bowls, Jack was finally full. He washed the dishes and pots, then lay on the sofa and checked his character information panel after a full day of training.

"Name: Jack"

"Bloodline: Pseudo Saiyan Bloodline"

"Move: None"

"Combat strength: 9"

"Today I gained 6 points of combat power. Not bad. I hope I draw something good in the lottery later."

With that, Jack opened the lottery interface. After spending 1,000 emotion points, the turntable spun once more, and the pointer eventually stopped.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for winning the weight-bearing turtle shell. Please check it after it has been distributed."

Duang!

A heavy turtle shell landed with a dull thud on the floor.

"Weight-bearing turtle shell: the weight can be adjusted from 1kg to 200kg."

"Oh, this is a good item." Jack was pleased, seeing the turtle shell in front of him. With an adjustable weight turtle shell, his training results would improve significantly.

"However, isn't it a bit conspicuous to carry a big turtle shell for exercise every day?"

"Then again, this city isn't very crowded. Why worry about what others think?" Jack decided, pushing aside his concerns.

He thought about it for a moment, then went to bed and fell asleep.