Tony was stunned.
Everything he'd just seen shattered his understanding of reality.
Leon, however, smiled.
This was ki control.
He'd never undergone formal, systematic training, but he knew Dragon Ball's major schools inside out. Short of training with a God of Destruction or an Angel, he had data on the Turtle School, Crane School, Kami's School, and more archived in his computer.
Throwing up a ki wall? Child's play.
The terrorists were petrified.
Then—
Leon's palm tightened. A brutal surge of ki detonated outward.
In an instant, a thunderous blast filled the cave.
The nearest terrorist was vaporized on the spot—no corpse left to bury.
Tony Stark was utterly floored.
This guy…
Was he even human?
And Leon had been holding back.
If he hadn't, he could have leveled the entire mountain.
Right now, his combat strength was comparable to Raditz just after arriving on Earth.
As the remaining terrorists swung muzzles toward him, Leon lazily lifted a finger.
"Dodon Ray!"
Lances of violet light screamed from his hand. In a blink, the gunmen dropped in unison.
Tony was speechless.
None of this—none of it—fit inside his worldview.
Leon dusted off his hands—and frowned.
He could feel it: a residue of power still gnawing at his cells from within.
Destruction. A godly technique.
The signature art of a God of Destruction: a force that erases the very existence of a thing. (Not effective against immortality granted by the Super Dragon Balls.)
You've got to be kidding me…
Beerus, you're not a cat—you're a mutt.
I just skimmed a wisp of godly ki and you drop the "Hakai" on me? Seriously?
Leon cursed inwardly.
If he ever made it back to the Dragon Ball world, he'd make Beerus his pet and have him act cute on command.
For now…
Buu's cells seemed able to withstand the Destruction.
His body was being broken down—and reborn—on loop.
And…
Through his internal scouter, he saw it clearly:
His power level was rising.
Endless micro-destructions pushed him to the brink of death; Buu's regeneration hauled him back—again and again. The grotesque equilibrium kept nudging his battle power upward.
Slowly.
About +1 every ten minutes.
+6 per hour.
+144 per day.
+4,320 per month.
In a year, he'd hit 51,840.
Right now he was Raditz. In two months, he'd be comparable to Nappa.
In six months, he'd rival Vegeta (Namek arc).
In ten years, he'd reach Frieza's base form.
Still a little slow.
But where was he?
Marvel. A fish-pond match.
At least, at this point in the timeline, it was a fish-pond match.
Future threats like Thanos, Kang the Conqueror, Eternity, Death, the Living Tribunal—those would matter later.
For now? Only weaklings.
Leon took a deep breath, feeling inward.
That godly ki was still there.
If he'd grasped godly ki and had touched Destruction, could he one day awaken Ultra Instinct?
No rush…
He wasn't even a Super Saiyan yet.
First, raise the base power.
And he still had Majin Buu's cells. Buu's strongest tactic was simple: if he couldn't beat you, he absorbed you—and grew stronger. But absorption altered personality; he'd need a way to handle that side effect.
"Hey."
Tony Stark lifted his head toward Leon.
With a flick, thin beams of light sliced through Tony's restraints.
"I'm Leon Ragnell," Leon said. "Can you tell me how I ended up here?"
"You—you don't know?" Tony blinked.
"Of course I don't." Leon rolled his eyes.
"I do," said Dr. Yinsen from the side. "You fell from the sky. They grabbed you when they attacked the convoy—took you along with Stark."
Leon frowned slightly.
So some anomaly had torn a hole between worlds—a spatial rift—and he'd slipped through.
Tony drew a steadying breath. "Leon, can you get us out? I'm very rich. Name your price. I'm Chairman of Stark Industries—Tony Stark."
Leon spread five fingers—Tony flinched, half-expecting a kill shot.
"Give me five percent of Stark Industries," Leon said evenly. "I'll… save you."
"Deal." Tony nodded without hesitation.
(End of Chapter)
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