Chapter 137: Creator’s Realms is a useful ability

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Chapter 137: Creator's Realms is a useful ability

(Arthur POV)

I surveyed the police officers before me, then turned to Klein. "You can go. I'll handle this."

Klein nodded, concern etched on his face as he exited the office.

Turning back to the officers, I offered a calm smile. "What can I do for our esteemed law enforcement today?"

"May we sit?" The apparent leader of the group asked.

"By all means," I gestured to the chairs.

Only a few took seats while the others remained standing, a subtle show of force.

The lead officer cleared his throat. "Mr. Morningstar, we understand you have an ongoing case against Caleb Diamond?"

I nodded, maintaining my composure. "That's correct. As you're likely aware, my talents were assaulted by Caleb and his associates."

The officers exchanged meaningful glances before the leader continued, "We're here about that, Mr. Morningstar."

"Oh?" I feigned curiosity.

"We'd like to persuade you to drop the case against Caleb."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Is there any particular reason I should abandon my pursuit of justice?"

"It's a futile endeavor, Mr. Morningstar," the leader said, his tone patronizing. "Our investigation shows your talents lack concrete evidence against Caleb. He's innocent."

"Well, that should be good news for Caleb," I smiled, my voice laced with barely concealed sarcasm. "But I won't be dropping the case. After all, if Caleb truly is innocent, he has nothing to fear."

The leader's eyes hardened. "Is that your final word?"

"Indeed it is," I replied, my respectful facade firmly in place. "If there's nothing else to discuss, I'll see you gentlemen out."

"No need," the leader waved dismissively, signaling his group to exit.

As they filed out, I allowed myself a soft chuckle. "A bunch of fools. Puppets of the commissioner," I muttered under my breath.

There was no way I'd drop the case against Caleb. This visit only confirmed my suspicions about the corruption running through the city's veins. It was clear that my pursuit of justice would ruffle more than a few feathers, but I was prepared for the challenge. The game was on, and I intended to play it to win.

***

(3rd Person POV)

Back in his office, Arthur activated the capsule. With a soft 'poof', an array of items and materials materialized before him.

The haul included crucial materials for his next computer project, along with a treasure trove of technology: speakers, a color TV, a VHS player, and blank VHS tapes. These items, while considered antiques in the Dragon Ball world, represented cutting-edge technology in Arthur's reality.

Arthur's mind raced with possibilities. He could reverse engineer these devices, substituting materials that didn't exist in his world with suitable alternatives.

The color TV, while an antique in Dragon Ball's world, represented cutting-edge technology in Arthur's reality. Its presence promised to revolutionize the entertainment landscape.

***

Later, as Arthur exited the company building, his instincts prickled. A quick glance confirmed his suspicions - a group of thugs were tailing him.

Deciding to confront the situation head-on, Arthur led them into a secluded alley, ensuring no innocent bystanders would be caught in the crossfire.

Without turning, Arthur addressed his pursuers. "What do you want from me?"

A fiendish demon, clearly the leader, cracked his knuckles with an ominous pop. "Hehe, you don't need to know," he sneered. "Someone just wanted us to teach you a lesson."

"Is that so?" Arthur's lips curved into a smile, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

His fighting experience from the Dragon Ball world was about to face its first real-world test. While he knew reality operated on different logic - he couldn't replicate Nam's superhuman leaps with minimal effort here - the skills and instincts he'd honed remained razor-sharp.

Before the thugs could react, Arthur vanished from their line of sight. In a blink, he reappeared beside them, his fist glowing with energy as he unleashed the "Infernal Fist" technique on the leader.

The demon crashed into the wall with a sickening thud. As realization dawned on the other thugs, they lunged at Arthur. But he was already in motion, effortlessly evading their clumsy attacks and systematically dismantling their offense.

What should have been a group assault quickly devolved into a one-sided beatdown, with Arthur as the unlikely victor. He methodically incapacitated each thug, saving the leader for last.

"Please! No more!" the leader whimpered, cowering before Arthur's raised fist.

Arthur's eyes narrowed. "Who ordered you to attack me?"

The leader hesitated, but as Arthur's fist inched closer, he broke. "It was a police officer! I- I don't know his name!"

Another thug, sprawled on the ground, chimed in through tears, "Yes! He paid us to beat you. And..."

"And leave you this letter..." the leader finished, fumbling to produce an envelope.

Arthur snatched the letter, his eyes scanning its contents. The message was clear: drop the case against Caleb Diamond.

A dark chuckle escaped Arthur's lips as he tore the letter to shreds. This crude attempt at intimidation had only strengthened his resolve. Whoever was behind this - be it Caleb or corrupt officers - had severely underestimated their opponent.

A few days ago, Arthur might have needed to fully transform into his {Primal Morningstar} form. Now, he didn't even need to tap into the ability to defeat the thugs who lay battered and crying on the ground.