Sephiria

In the days that followed, Roland explored the potential of his body while contemplating ways to leave Planet Vegeta. After much deliberation, he decided that the most convenient path was to restore his status and then accept a mission that would take him far away from the planet.

Once he left Planet Vegeta and severed his communication link, he wouldn't have to worry about the situation there anymore.

Whether the Saiyans lived or died would have nothing to do with him.

He could roam the universe freely, getting into a few scraps or killing some aliens when bored, and when tired, he could find a resource-rich planet to enjoy himself—wouldn't that be incredibly satisfying?

Right, he could also go to Earth. Once there, he would be absolutely invincible, and perhaps he could even flirt with the heroines from the original story and have some fun.

Roland thought about it with a grin, feeling that his future was bright.

Indeed, life on Earth was much better suited for him.

Wait, he suddenly jolted awake, remembering a crucial matter. What if the story was still many years away from starting, or what if he arrived on Earth only to find it still in ancient times? What would he do then?

That was not impossible.

Cold sweat broke out instantly. Roland suddenly realized he had overlooked a certain possibility. Who guaranteed that his transmigration would land him near the start of the plot? If he arrived decades or centuries too early, he would be nothing but dust by the time the story began.

His luck couldn't be that bad, could it?

"It won't be. Aren't transmigrators supposed to align with the plot? That's basic procedure!"

Wiping his head with a sheepish smile, Roland began to feel uncertain himself. After all, even the act of transmigration had happened; who could say for sure about anything else?

He remembered a novel that told the story of a native protagonist who didn't have a great life growing up, but accidentally discovered a notebook left behind by an ancient transmigrator during an adventure, which led to a different, prosperous future. This showed that a transmigrator predecessor wasn't necessarily the protagonist; they could also be a "golden finger" arranged for the protagonist.

Thinking of this, Roland felt even more uneasy.

This situation seemed a bit unstable.

Damn it, why am I still sitting here? I need to get back to the settlement and confirm things immediately! If I don't go now, my status as the protagonist won't be secure.

A trace of conflict appeared on Roland's youthful face. Regardless, he had to go back. After frowning and thinking for a while, he relied on the memories of his predecessor to confirm the location. His small body began to hover, and he flew toward the nearby Saiyan settlement.

Although Saiyans could not sense ki, energy blasts and flight skills were second nature to them.

As gusts of cold wind blew against his face, Roland shivered and cursed the cold. His body couldn't handle it, and just as he thought about slowing down, the energy within him reacted. A hot, surging power began to boil, forming a protective film over his skin, and the sensation of cold vanished without a trace.

That's right, since he could already fly, there was no reason he couldn't resist the cold.

Although life forms in the universe did not understand what ki was and could not sense it, their application of energy was quite comprehensive. When Roland covered his body with energy, his ears, eyes, and other senses became exceptionally sharp. It seemed that energy did indeed help enhance bodily senses.

Perhaps this was why aliens had developed the habit of relying on their naked eyes and using energy detectors.

Only Earth, with its harsh "low-martial" environment, had developed the martial art technique of sensing ki because energy levels there were pitifully low.

For Earthlings, every shred of ki was hard-earned; they might have to train bitterly for decades just to gain a tiny bit, so they couldn't afford to squander it, naturally forming a very rigorous system.

Like Goku and Krillin in their early days, when they first learned energy blasts, they were just like the aliens out there—they only knew how to release the blast, not the underlying essence. For Earthlings with combat power of only a little over a hundred, an energy blast was more of a status symbol for high-level martial artists. It wasn't effective in actual combat because the consumption was high and the preparation time was long; it was far less effective than using fists and feet. Thus, martial artists usually preferred hand-to-hand combat.

Goku and Master Roshi were both like this.

Only after training at Kami's Lookout and reaching a higher level did the superiority of the Earthlings' "ki" gradually manifest.

Roland didn't know this yet; he was just habitually using energy blasts based on memory.

This approach had to change. Otherwise, once the habit was formed, it would create unnecessary obstacles to learning the true application of "ki," making the learning process twice as hard for half the result.

The night was dim, like a pair of giant hands pressing down from above.

The nearest Saiyan settlement was only a little over a hundred kilometers away. At Roland's flight speed, he could reach it in just over ten minutes.

Dim lights appeared before his eyes.

Ahead was the settlement where Roland used to live. The scale of the settlement was not large, so the living conditions were not great; it could not be compared to the Saiyan metropolises or the royal capital. Such settlements were initially established by Saiyan squads for the convenience of executing missions, and later, as the population grew, they gradually developed into something resembling a marketplace.

Slowing his speed, Roland landed on the ground.

The settlement was very quiet at night. Buildings that looked like stones hollowed out from the center were lined up neatly in several rows.

In the center of the settlement was a plaza, which was where the Saiyans temporarily parked their spacecraft. Even at night, there were adult Saiyans on guard, so even though he craved those spacecraft, Roland's reason told him not to get close.

"My home should be in the southeast of the settlement." Following the memories in his mind, Roland avoided the pedestrians on the street and walked to a low stone house.

That was the house left behind by Roland's parents.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, the dim light ahead caught his attention. The lights in his house were actually on.

A thief? That was Roland's first reaction, but he immediately shook his head; Saiyans weren't that vulgar.

Those greedy bastards, they wouldn't have repossessed my house, would they!

Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Roland cursed under his breath as he crept toward his small house, pressing his head against the window to look inside.

The window was open, so he could easily see the furnishings inside. The inner door was tightly shut, and the furniture in the room hadn't been moved, but there seemed to be a figure walking around inside.

Just as Roland was about to investigate further, the person inside had already discovered him.

"Who?" A crisp female voice rang out—the tone was cold but very pleasant.

Roland's heart tightened, and his reflex was to run. But just then, a cold breeze blew, a faint fragrance entered his nostrils, and his feet felt light as his small body was lifted into the air.

The person was a very beautiful young girl, looking about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was tall and well-proportioned, with an aura of hidden spiritual power. Her smooth hair draped over her shoulders, and her skin was fair and supple, though her expression was icy cold.

Roland and the girl stared at each other, eyes locked.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" Roland's neck was being gripped, his limbs flailing, but the other party's strength was immense; Roland was no match for her.

"Your house?"

The young girl stared at Roland. "You are Roland, aren't you? Didn't you die?"

Roland widened his black eyes. "Of course I didn't die."

The girl tossed Roland onto the floor, quickly composing herself as her expression turned icy. "Those bastards at the medical center, they told me you were dead."

"Who are you?" Roland rubbed his backside as he stood up. Judging by the situation, the girl didn't seem to have any malicious intent.

The girl opposite him remained silent for a moment before saying coldly, "My name is Sephiria. You could say I'm your sister."

"What?"

Roland's surprised voice escaped his lips. His dark eyes were fixed intently on the girl before him; how could he have never known he had a sister?

"What are you saying?" Sephiria frowned.

"Oh, I was just surprised by your identity." Roland carefully sized up the girl who claimed to be his sister; she was truly beautiful.

In order to better utilize the advantages of their warrior race, the Saiyans often had an exceptionally long adolescence. Relatively speaking, to maintain a disguise, their childhood state would persist until just before adulthood, at which point they would rapidly mature. The young girl before him was exquisite and beautiful, likely not far from adulthood.

However, beautiful as she was, her personality seemed quite cold.

"I am your sister; that identity is beyond doubt."

With that, Sephiria began to explain her origins. It turned out that Sephiria's mother and Roland's mother were sisters; in other words, she was Roland's cousin. She was fourteen years older than Roland and was one of the rare elite warriors among the Saiyans. Five years ago, she had followed her parents and a large force to carry out a major mission, only returning to Planet Vegeta recently. As for the specifics of the mission, Sephiria didn't elaborate, though it seemed that while the final objective was completed, the casualties had been severe.

"So you really are my sister?" Roland confirmed once more.

"Yes!"

"An elite warrior?"

"That's right." Sephiria's words were few, her demeanor cold.

"What is your combat power?" Roland asked with great concern.

Sephiria glanced at Roland indifferently. "4,200 combat power!"

Hiss. Roland couldn't catch his breath, clutching his chest as he struggled to inhale; he felt a deep, stinging pain in his heart! Compared to the girl before him, he felt a profound sense of defeat.

This girl was absolutely a genius.

"Are you alright?" Placing her hand on Roland's forehead, Sephiria coolly compared their temperatures.

"I'm fine, just a bit of heartache."

Your hand is so cold.

Roland slowly inhaled and exhaled, adjusting his emotions before putting on a look of admiration on his young face.

He was determined to cling to Sephiria's beautiful, powerful leg.