Dimension: I'm Just a Passing Saiyan!

Only after seeing Uncle Psy disappear completely did Reg recover from his sadness.

Then he looked at the red pencil in his hand. This might be Uncle Psy's last gift to himself.

But no matter how Reg looked at it, there was nothing special about this red pencil.

It just feels too ordinary. As Uncle Psy, he shouldn't be given such an ordinary thing.

After looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't figure out the reason, so I was ready to leave Kaiou directly and go back to continue my research.

He said to the King of Kai:

"Kaiwang, if nothing happens, I will go back first."

After hearing what Reg said, the King of Kai also nodded and said:

"From your tone, it sounds like there is something else to do, so I won't hold you back."

Hearing Kaio's words, Reg nodded and opened the portal directly, leaving Kaio.

After returning home, I found that Supali had woken up and continued practicing.

Seeing this scene, Reg shook his head helplessly and ignored the other party. He went directly back to his room and began to study the ability of this red pencil.

At this moment, Reg suddenly thought that this was the tool that Uncle Psy used to paint. Could his ability be related to painting?

Thinking of this, Reg suddenly took out a piece of paper and started drawing on it.

After a while, Reg finally finished the painting.

And what was drawn on the paper was Little Wukong.

Then Reg picked up the paper and looked around, but didn't find anything special.

After reading for a long time, I still didn't find any useful information.

Seeing this, Reg had no choice but to give up his research on red pencils.

Then Reg took out a storage capsule, pressed the switch, and after a burst of smoke, it turned into a small box.

Afterwards, Reg put the red pencil into the box, pressed the switch and turned it into a capsule, which he carried with him.

Just after Reg left, the piece of paper on the table suddenly moved.

To be precise, the little Wukong on the paper suddenly started to move.

Then the little Wukong looked at the direction Reg left, covered his mouth and started to snicker.

Then the little Wukong on the paper suddenly stretched his hand forward and went directly through the paper to the real world.

Finally, little Wukong jumped completely out of the shackles of paper and came to the real world.

It's just that the little Wukong on the paper has completely disappeared, replaced by the little Wukong who breaks away from the shackles of paper and exists in the real world.

But just when little Wukong wanted to make other moves.

Suddenly, I found that my body began to slowly fade away, and finally completely disappeared into this space.

It is as if it has never existed. It is very likely that the energy has been exhausted and cannot support the consumption of materialization.

At this time, Reg suddenly returned to the room and looked around vigilantly.

At that moment, Reg suddenly sensed a strange aura in this room.

But when I came back here again, I found that it was still exactly the same as when I left, and that aura had disappeared.

Just when Reg was wondering if his perception was wrong, he noticed changes in the paper on the table.

I found that the little Wukong I drew before had disappeared.

This was a possibility that suddenly occurred to Reg, but this possibility was too weird.

Then Reg took out the red pencil again and decided whether to draw again to prove the possibility of his guess.

After watching it for a while, Reg stopped hesitating and started drawing directly.

But this time the picture is no longer Little Wukong, but No. 18.

After finishing the last stroke, looking at the lifelike No. 18, Reg nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Although I haven't painted for a long time, my painting skills are still as good as before."

Looking at the number 18 on the paper, Reg became more and more satisfied, but something strange happened suddenly.

No. 18 suddenly blinked his eyes. Seeing this scene, Reg was just stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped back and looked at the paper on the table vigilantly.

I saw No. 18 slowly crawling out of the paper and turning into a living person.

Seeing the sudden change, Reg was stunned and said:

"You...are you a human or a ghost?"

Although Reg is a staunch realist, this does not prevent him from being afraid of ghosts.

Even though Reg has the power to destroy heaven and earth.

After all, Saiyans are always afraid of something. According to the information Reg knew, Son Goku was afraid of injections, while Vegeta was actually afraid of bugs, the kind that looked like earthworms.

It’s not too much to be afraid of ghosts.

When No. 18 heard Reg's words, he said:

"Master, you created me, and I can do anything you call me."

After hearing what the other party said, Reg realized that he seemed to have drawn it himself.

Then he coughed twice awkwardly and said:

"In that case, why did you suddenly walk out of the painting?"

After hearing what Reg said, the other party pointed directly to Reg's right hand.

Then Reg looked in the direction the other person was pointing and saw that the red pencil was still in his hand.

Then Reg pointed to the red pencil and said to the other party:

"You said you became like this because of this pencil?"

Hearing Reg's words, the other party nodded.

Seeing the other party nodding, it was confirmed that it was the red pencil's ability, and then Reg asked the second question.

"Where does your power come from? To be precise, where does your core energy come from?"

Upon hearing Reg's question, the other party pointed directly at Reg.

When he saw the other party pointing at him, he said in confusion:

"You said it was me?"

The other party nodded and then said:

"In fact, every time you draw, you will consume the power in your body."

After hearing what the other party said, Reg said doubtfully:

"Then why can't you feel the power being taken away?"

Upon hearing Reg's question, the other party scratched his head and said uncertainly:

"Maybe it's because your power is too strong and you can't sense the power being taken away at all.

Just like a mosquito sucking blood, people will only notice that they have been bitten when the wound starts to itch. "

After hearing the other party's explanation, Reg nodded after thinking for a moment and agreed with the other party's statement.

Because from the aura emanating from the opponent, it can be judged that the opponent's combat power is between 1 billion and 1.5 billion.

This amount of power is nothing to the current Reg, let alone a fraction. It is estimated that even a sneeze consumes more power than this.

Not to mention his extremely abnormal recovery ability. It is estimated that the power extracted by the opponent is not as fast as his own recovery power.

Then Reg looked at the other party carefully.

I found that the other person was exactly the same as what I had drawn. It could be said that he was a perfect replica of No. 18’s appearance, body and voice, even his strength.

While sighing, he became increasingly vigilant and could not let this pencil be left outside.

If someone with evil intentions gets this, I'm sure something bad will happen.

At this time, the other party's body began to slowly fade away.

Seeing this scene, Reg was shocked at first, and then said:

"Why is your body slowly starting to disappear?"

Then the other party explained:

“Because when you draw, you don’t intentionally put energy into your brush.

Therefore, the drawn characters will only absorb the corresponding power according to the set strength, so that there is no extra power to maintain the physical form. "

After hearing what the other party said, Reg also knew what was going on.

Then under Reg's gaze, the other party disappeared directly into this space.

Then Reg carefully put away the red pencil. If an unscrupulous person got it, wouldn't it become a harem summoner? (A certain book artist was ecstatic)