Chapter 3: Free America — The Sound of Gunfire Is the Alarm Clock
The energy that drives the little devil is known as "the resentment of living beings" — a cocktail of despair, rage, fear, envy, and hatred. Among these, the most potent is the resentment born at the moment of death, when a soul's final defiance curdles into pure negativity.
It has been fifteen years since Lin Hao first bound the little devil at the age of thirteen. Back then, trapped within the borders of the Shenlei Bureau's surveillance state, he was restricted from mass killings. Unable to freely harvest "resentment," he idled and disguised himself as an ordinary teenager — a quiet genius who secretly trained his demonic powers by provoking fights with classmates, pranking relatives, and tormenting bureaucratic officials who crossed him.
Over time, those who knew him best — his fellow trainees in the Bureau, his "colleagues" in the S.H.I.E.L.D. exchange program — all became desensitized to his antics. They no longer generated the emotional volatility he needed.
Compared to the tightly policed homeland, America was a paradise of chaos — a country where freedom, greed, and violence danced hand in hand. Here, gunfire replaced roosters as the morning alarm clock. A place where resentment flowed endlessly through every ghetto, courtroom, and political rally.
This was why Lin Hao had applied again and again to transfer to the United States under the guise of a joint research mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. America, to him, was a natural feeding ground — the ideal ecosystem to harvest the "resentment of living beings."
Whenever the little devil absorbed enough negative energy, it could tear through dimensional boundaries and travel to other worlds, bringing back fragments or artifacts it randomly found nearby. Unfortunately, its trips were brief, and its sense of value was abysmal. Early on, it returned with pebbles, wilted flowers, and trash.
Lin Hao eventually taught it pattern recognition — to fetch objects that glowed, pulsed with energy, or looked unique. Over time, the little devil began bringing back gold, jewels, jade, and energy crystals from countless unknown realms.
These treasures alleviated Lin Hao's youthful poverty but did little to improve his own power. That changed two years later, when the little devil returned from a trip with something extraordinary — a grotesquely large, elongated head with a forked top.
It was the same relic now sealed in Lin Hao's underground laboratory — a remnant of Dr. Vegapunk, the genius from the world of One Piece, whose intellect was said to be five centuries ahead of mankind.
The moment Lin Hao touched the head, knowledge flooded into him like a tidal wave. Through the connection granted by his demonic contract, he instinctively understood the object's origin and function. With a thought, he could extract its information, energy, and even copy its structural design.
To process such immense data, Lin Hao had to risk reshaping his own neural network. Using the replication ability of the Demon Mark, he integrated Vegapunk's brain pattern into his own — a process that could have deformed his skull or erased his sanity. Miraculously, it worked. Lin Hao gained the equivalent of Vegapunk's genius intellect and, through this fusion, unlocked a pseudo "Brain-Brain Fruit" ability.
From that day, the once-ordinary transmigrant became a scientific prodigy capable of rivaling Stark and Banner. His meteoric rise led him to join the Spear of God Bureau's technology division, where he quickly became the youngest head scientist in its history.
After obtaining Vegapunk's brain, the little devil continued its interdimensional scavenging for thirteen more years, returning with only a handful of items that proved useful — though each one changed Lin Hao's destiny.
They were Yang Guo's left arm, Bulma's panties, and a box of Capsule Corporation's universal capsules that came with them.
From Yang Guo's arm — preserved in a timeless spiritual state — Lin Hao absorbed the residual inner force, copying the intricate meridians that had been opened by the legendary martial artist. Though Yang Guo had mastered Quanzhen, Ancient Tomb, and Nine Yin arts, a single arm's meridians could not grant full mastery. Yet, by leveraging his Brain-Brain intellect and extensive Taoist research, Lin Hao reconstructed a new form of internal energy circulation, merging Eastern cultivation with modern bioenergy models.
He remembered vividly the day the little devil returned, proudly clutching a delicate pair of light-blue panties in one hand and a capsule box in the other. Lin Hao had laughed for an hour straight — not because of perversion, but because he sensed immense energy radiating from both items.
He absorbed the unique Qi contained in the fabrics, unlocking a deeper understanding of life energy itself. By analyzing the Capsule technology, he reverse-engineered the molecular compression algorithm, integrating it with nanotech from Stark Industries and demonic material synthesis. Soon, Lin Hao mastered the method to create Universal Capsules of his own — capable of storing not only physical objects but also bound spiritual energy.
The full box contained flying vehicles, portable villas, and interdimensional storage units from Bulma's world. Every mechanism became part of Lin Hao's ever-expanding database.
Beyond these technical marvels, the greatest discovery was Qi. Combined with demonic energy, it became a new form of power — Hellforce-Qi Fusion, granting Lin Hao the ability to manipulate both energy and soul essence.
Out of scientific curiosity, Lin Hao analyzed Bulma's genetic traces embedded in the fabric. He detected residual cells — fragments of her brilliant intellect encoded in her DNA. The moment he touched them, his brain chemistry shifted, temporarily boosting his reasoning ability to superhuman levels. For days afterward, his mind buzzed with equations, theories, and flashes of creation.
After careful analysis, Lin Hao realized the truth — the "substance" embedded in the panties wasn't mystical at all but ordinary organic matter. However, through the little devil's description of the retrieval scene, Lin Hao deduced the exact moment of origin.
It was likely the early Dragon Ball timeline — when Bulma had just met the young Son Goku and set out to find the seven Dragon Balls. On the first night of their journey, Bulma set up her capsule house to rest. Goku, naive and curious about the difference between men and women, must have stirred her wrath — a perfect chance for the little devil to slip in unnoticed.
While Bulma showered, the mischievous imp snatched her panties and the capsule box from her luggage — and fled through the dimensional crack.
Lin Hao could only sigh. "Even across worlds, this thing causes trouble…"
But deep down, he was satisfied. Every strange object — every world the little devil touched — represented an opportunity. And with each new acquisition, Lin Hao's dominion over science, sorcery, and sin crept closer to completion.