Mysterious World

Earth... the world of three-dimensional human life...

On a silent night, some ordinary humans were living their routine lives.

Inside a certain apartment complex...

In a rented room...

"Ah..." A young man was lying on the sofa, feeling depressed. He looked at the ceiling with a drunken expression, his left hand shielding his forehead as if trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol. He kept muttering to himself, "This world is so damn boring. Whether it's school or playing on the computer... is there really no more exciting world out there? This place doesn't seem to suit me at all..."

Reflecting on all his past actions and memories, the young man felt a sense of weariness and powerlessness. In this current economic era, money was the only hard truth. Whether it was talking about a girlfriend or wanting to do something for himself, if he lacked value or profit, everything was off the table. In such circumstances, there was often a special group of people—the "losers," those despised by the high and mighty.

Yet, even so, there were victims, and the young man was just one of them. Although he was only nineteen, his experiences were almost as legendary as the track record of a certain red-haired basketball monkey.

The young man sat up again, looking at the starry sky outside the window with blurry, drunken eyes. His mind wandered as he stared into the dark environment. He walked to the windowsill, and a cold breeze blew in, lifting his long bangs and helping him sober up a little.

At the same time, a flash of light streaked across the starry sky. The young man frowned slightly at the light, then relaxed and smiled. "A shooting star? Heh. I wonder who it was that first said shooting stars could grant wishes... People still believe in that kind of nonsense meant for children. Hic... hic." After speaking, he let out a few dismissive hiccups, looking into the distance with a thoughtful expression.

"Whoosh!"

Another cold breeze blew by. The young man's face looked a bit pale, and his drunkenness faded further. He opened his light-gold eyes wide and looked at the starry sky, thinking, If a wish could really come true, then I hope you can change this world. The young man didn't care at all about the cynical words he had just spoken; instead, he began to pray.

As soon as he finished the wish in his heart, he shook his head and mocked himself. "Geez, drinking has made me lose my mind. What a disaster. Forget it, time to sleep. How could such an absurd wish ever come true?" After saying this, he immediately lay down on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep, not even worried about catching a cold in the dark night.

"Hey, the little prince has been born!"

"King Vegeta, the name of this little prince..."

"What is his combat power?"

"This... it's 300 points weaker than the first prince was at birth, but much stronger than the second prince..."

"Hmph. Not bad. Let's call him Betkas!"

"Congratulations, King Vegeta!"

As a man with the majestic aura of a king, wearing a cape, discussed the child placed on an instrument with a subordinate, the sleeping child suddenly opened his small eyes, looking around in silence...

The infant looked around in a daze and muttered, "Where the hell is this?" But the sounds he made were unintelligible; to outsiders, it just sounded like crying.

"The little prince is awake..." the subordinate standing to the side said upon hearing the noise. The majestic figure in the cape didn't even move, merely saying coldly, "Leave him there. Once he reaches a certain age, have him train. If his temperament isn't suitable, throw him onto a trash planet, just like Tarble."

"Understood! King Vegeta!" the subordinate, who was wearing a scouter, replied with a smile.

"Vegeta? King?"

The infant was stunned upon hearing the strange language. As far as he was concerned, he thought he could barely interpret the names of anime characters, but this language made him slightly uncomfortable because it was hard to decipher. Although he could hear parts of it, he felt exhausted; he just struggled to open his eyes before falling back into a deep sleep.

A few days later...

When the infant named Betkas woke up again, several days had passed. He opened his small eyes and curiously examined his surroundings, thinking to himself, I can't believe it's still this hellhole. Betkas felt a bit helpless. He had originally been a "loser" youth on Earth, but due to relationship issues, he had drunk some alcohol, felt the cold wind on the windowsill, saw a shooting star, and subconsciously made a wish for the world to change. He hadn't expected the world to change—and change completely—to the point where he had become an infant born in some bizarre place.

Moreover, this place was incredibly frustrating. Not only could he barely understand the language, but even interpreting it fully was a problem. Although he knew that "transmigration" had been popular in recent years, he never thought he would be the one to fall for it. He didn't even know what kind of place he had ended up in. There wasn't even a maid or anyone like that; it was just a bunch of grown men carrying him back and forth, staring at him through some glass-like object, which made him very annoyed.

Although he knew he was somewhat handsome, he never expected to be attractive enough to charm men, so he couldn't wait to grow up to avoid being carried around by them.

The one thing Betkas was most satisfied with was that he still retained his light-yellow hairstyle and those light-gold eyes from his previous life, which made him look quite unique—especially among a race that was entirely black-haired. If it weren't for his high status, he would have been treated as a heretic long ago, because this place was certainly no charity.

Meanwhile, no one noticed that a wisp of gas, invisible to the naked eye, was swirling around the infant, drifting about as if protecting something. After circling the infant for several dozen minutes, the gas suddenly dove into the infant's body, followed by an eerie silence.

At that moment, the infant's skin looked a bit pale, but he himself was completely unaware of it, as if nothing had happened at all. None of the people around him noticed the existence of this gas.