Five Years Pass

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed since Reke arrived on Udrapa Planet, and the time had reached Age 738.

Reke sat perched on a rock by the stream, holding a homemade fishing rod.

Lately, Reke's heart had grown increasingly calm.

The reason for this was that a heavy burden had finally been lifted from his mind.

Over the past year, he had realized he had miscalculated the timeline; Planet Vegeta had been destroyed by Frieza a year ago.

Since so much time had passed and he still hadn't sensed any incoming spacecraft, it meant Frieza hadn't sent anyone to hunt him down.

During this period, he had kept his senses focused on his own ship, never detecting any ki levels above 1,000.

He also kept his own ki suppressed, maintaining it at around 20.

Even when hunting, he relied entirely on physical strength without ever tapping into his ki.

He did this out of fear that someone might detect him from outer space.

Over this year, Reke had achieved remarkable results.

First, regarding his physical strength, his raw physical combat power alone had reached nearly 10,000.

His internal ki was around 15,000, and he had learned how to Power Up.

In other words, his base combat power had reached 25,000, and by powering up, he could double that, bringing his total combat power to 50,000.

Next was his training in ki manipulation.

He could now ensure that his 50,000 combat power could unleash a ki blast of 70,000.

Do not think that is a small amount.

This was all something he had explored step by step, combined with his recently greatly increased control.

Still, he had reached a ceiling at this stage; his combat power had been growing slower and slower lately.

He could feel a bottleneck.

It was just like the bottleneck he had broken through half a year ago when he surpassed 10,000 combat power.

At that time, he had used various methods to strengthen his physique, which allowed him to break through and resulted in the surge of 40,000 over the following six months.

Otherwise, he would still be stuck at 10,000 combat power.

It wasn't that he didn't want to break the bottleneck; first, the current conditions didn't support it, and second, he was still too young—only four years old.

He felt that raising his combat power too prematurely was not a good thing.

Therefore, aside from his basic physical training, he spent his time fishing to increase his ability to control his ki.

The only issue was that there was no one to talk to in this place; if he didn't mutter to himself a few times a day, he might have forgotten how to speak altogether.

"Thump!"

At that moment, ripples stirred in the water, and Reke's focus slipped, causing a burst of aura to radiate outward.

A beast that had been approaching the stream was startled by Reke's aura, tucked its tail between its legs, and fled in terror.

Reke glanced in the direction of the beast, shook his head with a wry smile, and instantly suppressed his aura.

He put away his fishing rod and returned to his dwelling.

Reke's home had changed drastically; it was no longer just an empty cave.

During this time, he had not only expanded the cave but also fashioned chairs, bowls, chopsticks, and a bed—the only things missing were a kitchen and a bathroom.

"500, 800, 3000, 200."

Reke projected his senses as usual, and the ki within a radius of ten thousand miles appeared in his perception.

It was the same as before; they were all familiar signatures, the strongest of which was around 15,000 combat power.

Reke ignored them; such small fry no longer posed a threat to him, and he couldn't be bothered to take action.

He was no longer the pathetic weakling who had been scared off by a 3,000 combat power level and nearly killed by a single roar.

It wasn't that Reke didn't have plans to go out and explore.

However, at this stage, unless he could master what Mr. Popo called "being as tranquil as the sky" and reach the realm of nothingness, he would not leave this place.

In this past year, he had completely shed the bad habits of his previous life.

Staying here alone, he no longer felt bored or unable to cope; instead, he found joy in it.

When he had nothing to do, he would reminisce about the plot of Dragon Ball (including, but not limited to, GT, Dragon Ball Super, AF, and the new era).

In truth, he had no impression of most of the details, remembering only a few protagonists and important characters.

This was a real world, and he didn't know which timeline he belonged to, so he could only guess blindly.

"Kakarot should have arrived on Earth by now. I wonder when I'll be able to see them!" Reke said with a bitter smile.

He stopped overthinking, finished his meal, and went to bed early to sleep.

By the stream in the woods that day, a creature resembling a velociraptor was crouched by the water, drinking.

It had no idea that a boy of about ten years old was sitting right beside it, his hair spiking toward the sky with a single cowlick standing up on his forehead, his right hand gripping a fishing rod.

"Whoosh!"

The fishing line twitched, and with a gentle tug from the boy, a three-meter-long fish soared out of the water.

The raptor-like creature was startled, and seeing the fish land right next to it, it tilted its head in confusion.

It had never encountered such good fortune before—food falling from the sky and landing right at its feet.

How could it resist?

Without a second thought, it opened its massive jaws and lunged.

It even secretly congratulated itself on its own cleverness.

"Little dragon, that isn't your food," the boy spoke up from the side.

As he spoke, he reached out and patted the head of the raptor-like creature.

"Ka!?"

The creature was so terrified it scrambled backward, its cry cracking in a high-pitched screech.

Its expression was a mix of terror and bewilderment.

Once it realized the intruder was just a tiny human, its mood turned sour.

To think it had been scared off by such a small thing; if it didn't finish him off, how could it ever show its face in these parts again?

With that thought, it opened its blood-stained maw and charged at the boy, a sense of grim determination radiating from its body.

Seeing that the creature wouldn't stop and intended to eat him, the boy curled his lips into a mischievous grin.

He widened his eyes, and an invisible force instantly struck the creature's head; its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed in front of the boy.

"Sigh! This is what happens when you don't listen to your elders. I was ready to let you go, but you insisted on delivering yourself to my doorstep. You deserve to be my dinner." The boy stood up, his height of about 1.2 meters appearing completely unremarkable.

If not for the massive beast lying before him, no one would think this boy posed any threat at all.

But paired with the raptor-like creature, one could tell just how much power was contained within his small frame.

"Before I knew it, I've already reached eight years old! I'll pack my things and set off tomorrow to see if this planet actually has any intelligent life or civilization," the boy said with an air of seasoned maturity.

"I never expected the realm of 'Nothingness' to be so difficult!" After sighing, he began to prepare his meal.

If you were to ask who he was? Who else could it be but Reke.

Four years had passed, and he had recently touched upon the realm of "Nothingness."

It was a pity he hadn't fully entered it yet, but there was no need to stay here any longer.

He had already taken a half-step across the threshold; the rest was just a matter of time.

His combat power hadn't increased by much over these four years—only doubling—reaching about 100,000 after powering up.

However, one had to realize that he had spent most of his energy training his control over his Ki.

His current Ki blast could already output 250,000 in combat power.

Compared to the past, he was still quite satisfied.

Although he couldn't compare to those transmigrators in the novels of his past life, he understood that those things were obviously fake—pure power fantasies that were exaggerated to the heavens.

Even a Legendary Super Saiyan like Broly couldn't go Super Saiyan at three, beat Beerus at five, and take on Angels at eight.

What right did they have to do that?

Well, there's no limit to imagination.