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A small part of your mind considers the possibility of becoming overweight from eating so much, a seed of doubt that has you briefly looking a bit puffier than normal while you eat, but you quickly tamper it down as soon as you notice by considering just how much energy you use with your ki techniques. You also consider the possibility of developing a technique to convert the food you digest directly into more ki, miniscule as it might be compared to your natural reserves, and you can feel the spell currently suffusing your body working to do so as soon as the thought crosses your mind. Sensing the results just makes it seem that much more possible, reinforcing the belief in it and accelerating the rate at which it seems to do so.
"I really should thank that dragon again some day, this is fantastic...!" You mutter to yourself between bites.
As all good things eventually do, your meal does eventually end despite how endless it initially seemed. Your faithful army of waiters seem somewhat exhausted after trucking so many plates back and forth for you, and you reward them diligently when the bill comes. Though you spend every last Zeni you have on paying the restaurant itself, you surreptitiously manifest a handful of pure gold coins embossed with an image of yourself giving an encouraging thumbs-up and place them on the table as the tip to be distributed to the waitstaff. Then you manifest a second handful, also miming taking it out of one of your pouches to sell the ruse, and tell the waiters to give that portion to the cooks that toiled so hard to make your meal to begin with.
Satisfied as you are, you set back out into the night, contemplating if you should hit up another restaurant or not...you did spend a while just munching down at a single one, after all, but you're confident you can pull an all-nighter if you really wanted to. Hell, you could probably stay up as long as you want with this miracle spell working. Although...no, it's probably not safe, because it might catch up with you if the spell gets broken or wears off. You don't want to be hit with a week's worth of sleep deprivation all at once.
You're broken out of your thoughts when your gaze is drawn to a bright screen, some kind of animated billboard that wasn't around back when you first came to the city. You're not sure if they were around for your fight with King Piccolo either, but then again you weren't sightseeing at the time...regardless, the image of someone that looks vaguely like someone you may have known flashes onto the screen: a green-skinned woman, strangely sporting a head of snakes instead of hair. She has a voluptuous figure and a bright smile, and the words that manifest next to her image finally helps it click for you.
<span class="mu-i">Hear Medusa sing, live, at Underworld!</span> it says, followed by a date ranging from the start to the end of this month. Wait, that's MEDUSA?! But she had no chest! Or legs, for that matter, when you saw her! And you're not stone!
