Yamo with his improved stats jogged home. He slowed his pace as the streets grew quieter. The early morning traffic was just beginning to stir.
His breath had mostly steadied, legs no longer threatening to give out, but the fatigue from before he finished the quest still lingered.
The blue shimmer at the edge of his vision sharpened.
[Interdimensional Store]
'So this is it,' he thought. 'The thing that took all my power.'
He focused on the panel while walking, careful not to act like an idiot in public.
'Open.'
The interface unfolded smoothly, layers arranging themselves with cold efficiency.
[Interdimensional Store — Online]
[Anchored Dimension - Dragon Ball]
[Access Level: Restricted]
[Currency: Store Points (SP)]
[User Status: Non-Ki Active]
His eyes scanned the display.
'Store Points… not money,' he thought. 'Figures.'
'How do I earn Store Points?' he asked internally.
The answer came immediately.
[Store Points represent the probability cost required to retrieve and anchor objects, abilities, or phenomena from other dimensions and the User having access to them]
Yamo frowned slightly. 'Probability?'
[Correct.]
The panel shifted, expanding into a more detailed explanation.
[The Interdimensional Store does not create items. It retrieves existing objects, skills, or phenomena from parallel or adjacent dimensions. Each retrieval alters probability, causality, and local dimensional stability.]
Yamo slowed even more, brow furrowing.
'So Store Points are basically… how hard it is for reality to accept something.'
[Accurate.]
A new section appeared.
[Factors influencing Store Point cost:]
– Dimensional distance
– Resistance of the current world
– Rarity of the item or ability
– Causality impact (historical, cosmic, or narrative weight)
– Power density
– Degree of uniqueness
Yamo swallowed.
'That sounds… bad.'
[Neutral.]
'Give me examples.'
The store responded instantly.
[Common Items — Low Probability Cost]
– Weighted Training Bracelet (5kg–50kg): 1-5 SP
– Ultra Divine Water (1% purity): 1 SP
– Basic Martial Arts Manuals: 15 SP
– Low-grade Energy Supplements: 3 SP
Yamo let out a slow breath.
'That's… reasonable.'
The panel scrolled.
[Uncommon Items — Moderate Probability Cost]
– Weighted Training Bracelet (100kg–500kg): 15–60 SP
– Ultra Divine Water (20% purity): 20 SP
– Gravity Training Room (10× Earth gravity): 1200 SP
– Advanced Combat Techniques (Ki-based): Locked (Ki unavailable)
Yamo's steps faltered slightly.
'A gravity room is very tempting, but where would I leave it? Oh, right! It comes in a capsule' Yamo smirked a little.
Losing a few years of progress felt awful, but thankfully it happened a day later when he made enough money to support his sajyan stomach.
The list continued.
[Rare Items — High Probability Cost]
– Heavy Weight Bracelets (10 tons+): 500 SP
– Ultra Divine Water (100% purity): 300 SP
– Katchin Alloy (Raw) - 1 KG: 12 000 SP
– Access to the Room of Spirit and Time (1 Year): 1 Million SP
– God Ki Exposure (Trace): Locked (Prerequisites unmet)
Yamo felt his mouth go dry. 'A million points… for one year in the hyperbolic time chamber'
[Time dilation resources possess extreme causality weight.]
The panel didn't pause.
[Legendary / Forbidden Items — Extreme Probability Cost]
– Dragon Balls (2 Ball Set) from Nameless Namekian: 1 Million SP
– Dragon Balls (7 Ball Set) from Dende: 10 Million SP
– Divine Techniques (Destruction / Creation): Locked
– Reality-Altering Artifacts: Locked
Yamo stopped walking entirely.
'That's… insane.' Yamo resumed walking, hands clenched loosely at his sides.
'Then how am I supposed to earn SP?' he asked. 'If everything costs this much.'
The panel responded with a new heading.
[Store Point Acquisition Methods]
– Exchange of valuable resources
– Exchange of currency (inefficient)
– Dimensional influence accumulation
– Reputation and recognition
– Recorded feats affecting probability
– Causality distortion events
Yamo blinked.
'Reputation as in fame?'
[Yes.]
The explanation followed.
[When the User becomes known, observed, or acknowledged, the probability of their existence influencing the world increases.
Higher influence reduces resistance to dimensional anchoring. This either generates Store Points or lowers the items, abilities or phenomena's cost. ]
Yamo exhaled slowly.
'So… being noticed makes reality more willing to accept foreign things tied to me.'
[Correct.]
'What about money?'
[Currency can be exchanged.]
[Conversion rate: Extremely inefficient.]
A number appeared.
[$10,000 USD ≈ 1 SP]
Yamo almost tripped. 'That's robbery. My 30 thousand dollars would get me enough Store Points to buy 30 kg weights'
[Currency lacks inherent dimensional weight.]
'What about exchanging items?' he asked.
[User may sacrifice owned objects, the higher the rarity and it's objective value, the more Store Points will generated]
That made his stomach tighten. Yamo thought of what the store had already taken, and if the system could possibly harmful to him or the whole planet.
'Trading literal items isn't a long term solution' Yamo contemplated deep in thought.
[Yes.]
Yamo didn't respond, instead he looked ahead. The street ahead led toward home. Toward May and Ben. Towards family. Toward a normal breakfast and a school trip that was supposed to be ordinary.
[Store Points are difficult to acquire by design. Rapid accumulation destabilizes probability. User survival depends on gradual integration.]
Yamo clenched his fists, then relaxed them.
'So I start small,' he thought. 'My first goal is to unlock KI. I can't even fly up and reach my money. Leaving the money there is a short term solution. I need a bank account... and a phone'
Yamo looked up as his apartment building came into view.
'And I earn the rest the hard way.'
The blue panel dimmed, settling back into the edge of his vision.
[Interdimensional Store — Standing By]
Yamo took the last few steps home, mind heavy but clear.
'Fine,' he thought. 'Let's see how fast I can get my former strength back. I have been slacking off with my training anyway'
***
Yamo pushed the apartment door open quietly and stepped inside.
The familiar smells of morning—coffee, toast, something lightly burned—hung in the air. Sunlight crept through the curtains, catching dust in its glow.
May stood by the counter, drying her hands. Ben sat at the table, glasses on, newspaper half-folded.
"You're back early," Ben said casually. "Peter already ditch you and went to school?"
Yamo swallowed. "He stayed to finish the route. I… wasn't feeling great."
May turned around and immediately stiffened as she saw Yamo's nervous face.
"Yamo?" Her voice sharpened with concern. "What happened to you?"
Ben looked up then—and his relaxed expression faded.
Yamo stood there, pale, shoulders narrower than they should've been, clothes hanging just a little too loose. His eyes looked tired in a way that sleep didn't fix.
"I think I caught a cold," Yamo said quickly, forcing a smile that didn't quite land.
May crossed the kitchen in an instant and put her hand to his forehead, then his cheek.
"You don't have fever," she said. Her brow creased deeper. "And when was the last time you were sick?"
Yamo hesitated. "I dunno. It happens." Yamo was sick his life only a few times, and almost all of them were when he was a small child.
"No, it doesn't just happen" May replied immediately. "You never get sick."
Ben rose from his chair and joined them, slower, calmer. He studied Yamo from head to toe.
"You do look worn out," he admitted. "But maybe he just pushed himself too hard."
May shot him a look. "Ben, look at him. He's thinner."
Yamo's jaw tightened.
"I skipped a few meals," he said. "Yesterday was busy."
"That doesn't explain this," May said, worry bleeding into her voice. Her hand lingered on his arm, thumb brushing the sleeve as if confirming what her eyes already told her. "You feel weaker."
Ben placed a steady hand on May's shoulder. "Hey. Let's not jump to conclusions."
She didn't pull away. "I'm not jumping. I'm worried."
Yamo shifted his weight, uneasy under their attention. "I'm really okay. I'll take a shower, warm up a bit."
May looked torn, eyes flicking between his face and his posture. "You promise you're not hiding something?"
Yamo nodded. "I promise."
Ben gave him a small, reassuring smile. "Go on. Hot water fixes more things than people think."
Yamo managed a grateful look and slipped past them toward the bathroom. A moment later, the door shut and the shower began to run.
The kitchen fell quiet again.
May folded her arms tightly. "Something's wrong. Could it be, because... from where he came from? Dear, let's go to the doctor"
Ben sighed softly, but his voice stayed even. "Or he's just overworked. He's been pushing himself for this family for a few years now."
As Ben uttered those words, he clenched his right fist. He consistently experienced a sense of shame regarding Yamo's contributions to the family, as he believed it was his primary responsibility as the father to provide for his family.
"That's exactly why I'm worried," May said. "He never lets himself slow down."
Ben turned to her, steady and calm. "And we're here to make sure he doesn't carry everything alone."
She nodded, though the worry didn't leave her eyes.
"Let's give him some time," Ben continued. "If it doesn't pass, we deal with it together."
May glanced toward the bathroom door once more, then nodded slowly.
Behind the bathroom door, steam filled the cramped space.
Hot water poured over Yamo's head and shoulders, tracing paths down a body that felt unfamiliar—lighter, thinner, weaker.
He braced both hands against the tiled wall and let his forehead rest there, eyes closed, breathing slowly as the noise of the shower drowned out everything else.
'Just a little time,' he thought. 'That's all I need.'
The water kept running. Then—
Ding.
The sound didn't echo in the room. It formed directly inside his head.
A faint blue shimmer slid into place at the edge of his vision, steady and calm despite the steam.
[Store Points: 0 ↑]
[Store Points: 0.001 ↑]
[Store Points: 0.018 ↑]
Yamo blinked. Once. Then again. 'What did I do?'
The panel answered immediately.
[Store Points accumulate passively.]
More lines appeared.
[Sources include:] – Sustained existence in the current dimension
– Daily actions and routines
– Interactions with other individuals
– Effort expended under stress or fatigue
– Long-term contribution to this world
Yamo stared at the numbers ticking upward by fractions so small they almost felt insulting.
'So… just living,' he thought. 'Barely counts—but it counts.'
Another line appeared.
[Active actions yield significantly higher gains.]
His focus sharpened.
[Store Points increase faster through:] – Repeated physical exertion
– Completing quests
– Meaningful labor
– Risk exposure
– Building reputation or recognition
Yamo exhaled slowly.
'So shortcuts don't exist,' he thought. 'Only consistency.' The numbers climbed again.
[Store Points: 0.021 ↑]
'Even standing here matters,' he realized. 'Just not much.'
The panel shifted, sliding smoothly into a new section.
[Daily Repeatable Quests Unlocked]
Yamo straightened slightly.
[Daily Quest – Sustenance Overload]
[Objective: Consume 5 meals in one sitting]
[Reward: +0.1 Vitality + 0.01 SP]
[Limit: 2 times per day]
He almost laughed. 'Of course food is one of them.'
More quests appeared beneath it.
[Training Quests – Repeatable]
[Push-Up Limit]
[Objective: Perform push-ups until muscular failure]
[Reward: +1 Strength, +0.3 Vitality, +0.1 SP]
[Sit-Up Limit]
[Objective: Perform sit-ups until core failure]
[Reward: +1 Vitality, +0.3 Strength, +0.3 Dexterity, +0.05 Perception, + 0.1 SP]
[Squat Limit]
[Objective: Perform squats until lower-body failure]
[Reward: +1 Dexterity, +1 Vitality, +0.5 Strength, + 0.1 SP]
[Sprint Limit]
[Objective: Sprint until cardiovascular failure]
[Reward: +1 Dexterity, +0.3 Vitality, +0.1 Perception, +0.1 SP]
Yamo's breathing slowed as he read. A clarification appeared beneath the list.
[Stat gains represent biological adaptation speed. Increased difficulty improves efficiency. Insufficient recovery reduces effectiveness.]
Yamo closed his eyes for a moment as the water continued to pour over him.
'It's basically just starting all over again, with some help. I wonder how my life would have been, if my ship never entered that worm hole.'
Yamo slapped himself on the cheek. 'I can't think like that' Yamo recalled the faces of his mother, father, Peter, Franky, Anna, and other individuals.
The panic from earlier had faded completely now, replaced by something steadier. Yamo's resolve grew firmer.
The water finally stopped.
Yamo shut off the shower and stood there for a moment, droplets sliding down his skin and onto the cracked tiles.
His body still felt lighter than it should, but the panic was gone now, replaced by a quiet, focused awareness.
'So this is how it works,' he thought. 'Slow. Honest. Annoying.'
He grabbed a towel, drying off while the panel lingered at the edge of his vision. The numbers ticked again.
[Store Points: 0.028 ↑]
Not much, but not nothing.
As he wrapped the towel around his waist, the panel shifted once more, lines reorganizing with calm precision.
[Daily & Passive Quests Available]
A list unfolded.
[Daily Quest – Meaningful Interaction]
[Objective: Engage in meaningful conversation with 3 individuals]
[Status: Completed]
[Reward: +0.02 Store Points]
Yamo paused.
'…The system is turning everything into a quest. Is it just generating a reminder to make more Shop Points?'
[Correct]
He thought back automatically. The shop owner worrying about him. Peter pushing him to stop. His parents the night before and just now.
None of it had been shallow. None of it had been forced. 'So it counts if it matters,' he realized.
The panel continued.
[Repeatable Social Quests]
[Meaningful Interaction]
[Objective: Engage in meaningful conversation]
[Reward: +0.005 Store Points per instance]
[Limit: There will be diminishing returns if the same individual is engaged more than twice within a 12-hour period. ]
[Reputation Growth]
[Objective: Gain positive or negative recognition from others]
[Reward: Variable Store Points]
[Responsibility Fulfillment]
[Objective: Complete expected duties without failure]
[Reward: +0.01 Store Points per task]
Yamo nodded slowly.
'So being reliable matters too.'
More entries appeared.
[Labor Contribution – Repeatable]
[Objective: Perform sustained physical or mental labor]
[Reward: +0.1–0.5 Store Points per hour]
[Scaling: Based on effort and difficulty]
Yamo exhaled through his nose, almost amused. 'This system really hates lazy people.'
The panel added one final clarification.
[Idle time produces minimal gain. Growth favors sustained action.]
Yamo dried his hair and glanced at his reflection in the fogged mirror. Thinner. Weaker. Still standing.
'To be honest. There are many ways to gain points faster and better, but I don't know if the system isn't suggesting it on purpose and is leading me down a certain path.'
The panel dimmed, settling quietly at the edge of his vision.
[Active Quests Tracked.]
Yamo left the bathroom, towel wrapped around him, already planning how to squeeze training, work, school, and meals into the same day.
The faint blue text lingered, patient.
Waiting.