My Skills Refresh Monthly

Age 762.

Universe 7, Atlantis Planet.

A small spaceship lifted off, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hey, I haven't boarded the ship yet!" Soro flew high into the air, chasing after it at full speed while shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Hmph, a piece of trash with a combat power of only 200 has no right to ride in this Prince's spaceship!" Vegeta's voice was cold; he stood at the ship's hatch with his arms crossed, watching with icy indifference.

"Whoosh!"

The ship suddenly accelerated, instantly breaking through the atmosphere and disappearing without a trace as Soro looked on.

"Ah..."

Soro jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat. He took a deep breath and ripped the black blindfold from his eyes.

"Lord Soro, did you have another nightmare?"

"Lord Soro, let this humble servant massage your legs!"

Two young, exotic-looking girls with graceful figures snuggled up to Soro, fussing over him.

Soro let out a long sigh and said nothing.

Twenty-five years had passed!

The scene from twenty-five years ago was still vivid in his mind.

Soro had transmigrated, becoming a low-class warrior on Planet Vegeta with a combat power of only 5 at birth.

However, Soro refused to leave his fate in the hands of others. Through diligent training, he finally managed to raise his combat power to 200 by the age of five.

Only after truly becoming a Saiyan did Soro realize how pathetic his talent and aptitude were.

Although Soro wanted to improve his combat power through gravity training, as a "trash-tier" fighter, he had no standing to ask the planet's scientists to build him any gravity equipment.

He had watched as Bardock returned and the couple sent Kakarot off to Earth.

Soro knew clearly that in less than a month, Planet Vegeta would be destroyed by Frieza himself.

Fortunately, at that time, Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa were forming a team to go out and fight.

Soro, with his combat power of 200, had shamelessly insisted on joining the team, thereby escaping the planet's destruction.

But when they arrived at Atlantis Planet to resupply, Soro had just finished loading the supplies onto the ship when Nappa ordered him to go fetch some more water.

Because his combat power was so low, Soro had no choice but to act as the errand boy.

At that time, Soro just wanted to get to Earth as quickly as possible.

Perhaps by training properly with Master Roshi on Earth, he could make up for his lack of talent.

As it turned out, the moment Soro turned his back to fetch the water, he looked up to find the spaceship already taking off.

"Get lost, trash!" Nappa laughed wildly from the ship.

Vegeta also stood with his arms crossed, watching coldly, and heartlessly added, "A piece of trash with a combat power of only 200 has no right to ride in this Prince's spaceship."

Raditz chimed in with a sneer, "We are all elite warriors; a low-class warrior like you shouldn't be out here embarrassing us!"

Then, the spaceship shot into the sky, leaving Soro stranded on Atlantis Planet.

Atlantis Planet was a world with an ancient civilization, somewhat similar to Earth's ancient period.

Aside from their pointed ears, cat-like ears, and fluffy tails, the humans on this planet were almost indistinguishable from Earthlings in every other way.

As a fan of Dragon Ball, Soro remembered that in the Dragon Ball world, anyone with pointed ears seemed to have come from the Demon Realm.

Therefore, he guessed that the humans on Atlantis Planet had likely migrated from the Demon Realm.

However, the combat power of the humans on this planet was truly mediocre; the highest anyone could reach was 100, which was already quite impressive.

And that person with a combat power of 100, aside from having somewhat freakish strength, couldn't fly and didn't know any cultivation techniques.

With his combat power of 200, Soro had quickly become a god-like existence on this planet.

Because the planet was in an ancient state, technology had yet to be born.

So, without a spaceship, Soro had no way to leave the planet at all.

Before he knew it, twenty-five years had slipped by.

Today, Soro's combat power had increased from his original 200 to 1,000.

This rate of growth was truly too slow!

If he calculated the time correctly, Vegeta's current combat power was likely 18,000, right?

Son Goku's combat power seemed to be 8,000, and with the Kaio-ken, his power would easily exceed 10,000.

He was still far, far behind!

However... sometimes Soro thinks that living on this planet is actually not a bad choice.

Atlantis Planet has almost no usable resources, so it is unlikely to be targeted by the Frieza Force.

In fact, even those notorious villains in the universe are too lazy to visit this planet.

This is the reason why not a single spaceship has landed here in twenty-five years.

Yet, Soro feels quite disgruntled deep down.

Since he has already transmigrated into the Dragon Ball world, if he doesn't go and have a proper interaction with Son Goku and the others, or even eventually punch the Supreme Kai and kick the God of Destruction...

It would be a real pity!

Then what did I come to the Dragon Ball world for?

Just to spend my days playing around with these few exotic beauties?

However, Soro is not resigned to the status quo. Through his efforts, Atlantis Planet has already developed steam engines and electrical technology, successfully pushing the entire planet into its first and second industrial revolutions.

But it is still a long, long way from space travel.

Soro lets out a long sigh, looking up at the purple sky, lost in thought for a moment.

The two exotic beauties are also busy pressing his shoulders, pounding his back, and kneading his legs, working quite hard.

Having grown accustomed to a life of leisure, Soro truly wants to venture out into the universe and experience this magnificent and brilliant Dragon Ball world.

But... what could he possibly do out there with this level of combat power?

Wouldn't he just be a weakling waiting to be bullied?

Just as Soro is fantasizing about stepping on Vegeta and having a showdown with Frieza on Planet Namek.

"Lord Soro is so amazing! You could even guess the color of the clothes we're wearing underneath while blindfolded!"

"Let's keep playing, Lord Soro! Quickly guess what color my bodice is! You actually fell asleep just now! Are you really that uninterested in the color of my bodice?"

The two exotic beauties lean into Soro's ears, their breath sweet as orchids, as they pick up the black cloth strip from earlier, ready to tie it back over his eyes.

"No more playing, no more!" Soro waves his hand, feeling a bit bored.

This is a magical skill that Soro activated a year ago.

This skill refreshes promptly at 12:00 PM on the first day of every month.

Once refreshed, the previous skill is overwritten by the new one.

However, these skills have been of almost no use to Soro.

Over the past year, the skills have been: [Fishing], [Cooking], [Flight], [Fireball], [Flash], [Dancing], [Water Control], [Tailoring], [Bandaging], [Cooking Enhancement], [Flight Enhancement], [X-ray Vision].

Twelve months in a year, twelve skills.

And yet, these skills...

Especially the [Flight] skill from the third month; it was simply too much.

I could already fly to begin with, couldn't I?