(Author's little note: I'm a new writer, and this is my first time writing a novel. I'm a bit slow-witted myself, and many of my ideas aren't fully developed yet, especially early on, so please forgive me, dear readers. Mengbiyuan is truly sorry if this story gives you a poor reading experience. Lastly, I wish all my dear readers great fortune, wealth, success in achieving your goals, days that are even more wonderful than the ones before, and a brighter future!!!)
Zhou Zilong opened his eyes, and an unfamiliar scene came into view. He rubbed his temples, trying hard to remember what had happened. He recalled being surrounded and attacked by a group of people, and then... then he had died. But now, why was he standing on this wide road?
"Huh? Where am I? Wasn't I beaten to death by a group of people?" Zhou Zilong muttered in confusion.
He tried to calm himself and think back to what he had been doing before the incident.
Back then, he had been a freshman in college, and he had gotten into trouble after standing up for someone in need.
In the end, he hadn't managed to escape his pursuers. He had died in the street, but now, by some miracle, he had come back to life and arrived in a completely unfamiliar world.
Could I really have crossed over to another world? A strange excitement and curiosity welled up in Zhou Zilong. He decided to first figure out where he was.
He continued along the sidewalk beside the road, constantly thinking about what to do next. About an hour later, he entered a bustling city. It was unlike any city he remembered. The towering buildings, busy streets, and all kinds of creatures filled him with wonder and excitement.
Just as he was about to ask a passerby what was going on, a man with a wolf's head and a human body suddenly appeared in his view. The man's outfit looked just like the werewolf characters in anime, so Zhou Zilong assumed it was a cosplay event. But when the man spoke, Zhou Zilong, who hadn't been paying attention, went "Duang!" and crashed into a utility pole.
"You all right, little brother?" the wolf-headed man asked with concern.
Zhou Zilong rubbed his head, which had hit the utility pole, and replied, "I'm fine, bro. But your cosplay is way too realistic—even your fur looks authentic."
The wolf-headed man paused, then laughed and explained, "What cosplay? Sorry, little brother, but I'm a werewolf."
Zhou Zilong was stunned. He realized he really had come to a different world, and hurriedly asked the werewolf about it.
After talking with him, Zhou Zilong learned that he had actually crossed over into the Dragon Ball World, a place full of wonders and adventure.
But the power levels in this world were simply outrageous. People could casually punch through a planet and all that.
He had no Saiyan blood, no powerful inherited bloodline, and no extraordinary talent. Surviving in this world wouldn't be easy. He began wondering how he could grow stronger so he'd be better prepared for the challenges ahead.
"Other people who cross over at least get some kind of cheat system. I've got nothing. I only know a little kickboxing. That might be enough to get by in a world where people aren't very strong, but in a ridiculously powerful world like Dragon Ball, I figure I could maybe beat Mr. Satan." After leaving the werewolf, Zhou Zilong shook his head helplessly.
"I wonder what point in the timeline this is. If it's still pretty early, maybe I'll have a chance to get stronger. Maybe I'll run into the Dragon Ball protagonist or one of the supporting characters, unlock some kind of system, and start my own cheat-powered life." Zhou Zilong muttered to himself again.
As he wondered how to survive in this world, he noticed an elite school.
The school had a distinctive, high-tech architectural style that stood out against the surrounding buildings.
As Zhou Zilong stared at it, he heard several people with their heads covered whispering among themselves.
They were looking toward one part of the school, their faces greedy.
"That girl should be the heiress of Capsule Corporation, right? School's almost out. Once classes end, we'll kidnap her and demand tens of billions in ransom from Dr. Brief," one of the kidnappers whispered.
Zhou Zilong's heart skipped a beat. Capsule Corporation? Bulma? He immediately thought of Dragon Ball, the classic anime he'd watched since childhood. Judging by the kidnappers' conversation, he might be in the period before the first story began.
At the thought, Zhou Zilong grew excited. If that was true, he had a chance to change his fate. He had to find Bulma and stop the kidnappers, and he also needed to figure out his place in this world.
Zhou Zilong hid nearby, quietly watching the kidnappers. They looked very professional, clearly having planned everything carefully. He didn't dare act rashly and could only wait for an opportunity.
At last, the school bell rang, and the gates slowly opened. Students poured out, and Zhou Zilong spotted the girl the kidnappers had been targeting—Bulma.
She wore a school uniform, her hair tied in a ponytail, and her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence. She looked only eleven or twelve years old, but otherwise, she was exactly like her anime counterpart.
Looks like I really did arrive before the Dragon Ball story began. Zhou Zilong felt secretly relieved. He knew this was the best time to act.
He quietly followed Bulma, keeping a close eye on the kidnappers. Sure enough, as soon as they saw her come out, they headed straight toward her.
"Miss Bulma, our boss would like to invite you for a cup of tea," one of the kidnappers said as he approached.
Bulma frowned, clearly wary of the stranger who had suddenly appeared. She was just about to refuse when another kidnapper grabbed her arm.
"What are you doing?" Bulma struggled and shouted.
"Stop struggling and come with us," the kidnapper sneered.
Seeing this, Zhou Zilong rushed over. He kicked the kidnapper holding Bulma to the ground, then punched another who tried to step forward.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to kidnap Bulma?" Zhou Zilong demanded, his voice filled with resolve and anger.
"Mind your own business!" the leader of the kidnappers roared when he saw someone interfering.
Zhou Zilong couldn't use the ki techniques or martial arts from Dragon Ball, but he had practiced kickboxing for years, and he was in much better shape than these kidnappers.
He dodged their attacks nimbly while striking back. His punches and kicks weren't as powerful as those of Dragon Ball's fighters, but every blow was full of strength and determination.
Before long, Zhou Zilong had knocked the kidnappers down one by one. They lay on the ground, groaning in pain and unable to move.
"Are you all right?" Zhou Zilong turned to Bulma and asked with concern.
Bulma nodded, gratitude showing on her face.
"Thank you for saving me," she said, her voice full of warmth and gratitude. As she looked at Zhou Zilong, a strange feeling stirred in her heart. She had never met a man so brave and resolute. His appearance made her feel safe and warm.
"We'd better get out of here quickly, in case they have accomplices," Zhou Zilong said. He took Bulma by the hand, and they began running into the distance.
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