Arriving at Udrapa Planet

"Damn it, why is this so hard?" Reke opened his eyes with a bitter, wry smile.

It had been a month since he left Planet Vegeta.

During this time, ever since waking up in the incubation pod, Reke had been trying to sense the energy within his body.

The result was absolutely useless.

Aside from discovering that he was much stronger than in his past life, he couldn't feel a thing.

The more he tried to calm down, the less he could, his mind filled with random, chaotic thoughts.

He was either thinking about his past life, Frieza, Kakarot, or the hidden folders on his old phone.

He believed any modern person would understand; it was incredibly difficult for a modern mind to truly empty itself, let alone sense internal energy.

Damn, do you have to wait until you're dying to wake up? This is a life-or-death situation, why are you still thinking about this garbage? Reke cursed himself inwardly.

You've already died once, don't you know how to cherish this? This is a world where planets get blown up at the drop of a hat; can you please focus on your combat power?

Do you want to die an unknown, meaningless death just like in your past life?

Reke clenched his fist and hammered his head twice. A wave of pain washed over him, shocking his brain into silence.

"Damn it!"

He had underestimated the energy within his body. While it was nothing compared to Frieza's 530,000 in his first form, it was still far beyond the pathetic body he'd had in his previous life.

Thinking back to Kakarot's first appearance, where a combat power of 10 could withstand a bullet from Bulma's pistol, it was no wonder that Reke, with his current combat power of 30 and his lack of control, felt such sharp pain.

"Damn it, don't let me run into those writers who write about three-year-old Super Saiyans later, or I'll kill them."

"A bunch of bullshit."

Reke couldn't hold it in anymore; he felt like he wanted to destroy everything.

There was no help for it; the mental pressure was just too great.

He had barely managed to escape Planet Vegeta and survive that disaster, but the shadow of death still weighed on his heart every single moment.

If he didn't curse to vent, he feared he would go insane.

After a bout of venting, Reke forced himself to calm down. He stopped trying to reach the heavens in a single bound and focused solely on emptying his mind.

If he could just stop thinking about all that miscellaneous nonsense, he would consider it a partial victory.

I hope I can reach my goal in the remaining eleven months! Reke thought to himself as he closed his eyes.

Time would not stop for Reke's thoughts; it slipped away inadvertently.

This day.

Above the red, green, and yellow surface of the massive Udrapa Planet, a meteor streaked across the sky, shattering the peace of the night.

"BOOM!"

The spaceship knocked down countless tall trees and made intimate contact with the ground, carving out a crater over a dozen meters wide.

"Hiss!"

Inside the crater, the round spaceship's hatch slowly opened, and a thick cloud of white gas billowed out.

Reke's small body, clad in a yellow-and-black Frieza Force combat suit, stepped out of the ship with a scouter covering half his face on his right ear.

"Beep! Beep!"

Reke pressed the scouter twice, and the combat power of the surrounding lifeforms appeared on the display.

"50, 15, 300, 3000?"

"3000? What the hell, which idiot scouted this planet? Are they trying to get me killed?" Reke's eyes widened as he stared at the numbers on the scouter, unable to believe it.

His heart turned cold, and he began to curse loudly.

Within a radius of several dozen kilometers, the combat power was at most 50, with most being under 20, but that 3000 reading 2000 kilometers away made him dizzy.

For someone with 3000 combat power, crossing 2000 kilometers would take less than an hour.

This was no different than Reke landing right on someone's doorstep.

"Damn, am I just waiting here to die?" Two minutes later, Reke regained his senses, realizing this wasn't the time to be dazed.

It was impossible for him to just sit here and wait for death; he had to struggle, even if just a little. What if that lifeform wasn't intelligent?

Reke hurriedly jumped out of the ship, closed the hatch, quickly filled in the crater, and bolted toward an area with lower combat power readings.

Two hours later, Reke didn't even know how far he had run, but he finally stopped near a small hill.

"That scared the hell out of me," Reke panted, leaning on his knees, still feeling the lingering fear.

"Beep! Beep!"

"20, 60, 30, 8, 25..."

Seeing there was no immediate danger and that the 3000 combat power reading was still in the same place, Reke plopped down onto the ground.

Only now did he have the time to think.

"Damn it, this is definitely not a low-level planet."

"It looks like I need to prepare for the long haul."

"I'll use the scouter to scout the surroundings these next few days, then destroy this thing."

Having made up his mind, Reke surveyed his surroundings.

He was currently standing beside a small hill over a hundred meters tall, surrounded by towering trees.

Reke extended his right hand, clenched his fist, and punched the mountainside.

"Crack!" Gravel fell at Reke's feet.

A small indentation appeared on the rock face, and Reke felt a slight stinging sensation in his fist.

"I'm truly strong!" Reke retracted his fist, blew on it, and wore a smug expression.

After indulging in a moment of narcissism, Reke knew the priority was to solve the issues of shelter and a water source.

On such a dangerous planet, who knew if the local creatures could hide their combat power?

He began to search around the mountain.

On the far side of the mountain, twenty kilometers away, he found a small stream. The area around the stream was scattered with animal footprints, though he couldn't identify them.

However, this indicated that the spot was a water source for the local creatures, and the stream didn't appear toxic, so it was safe to drink.

Moreover, it wasn't far from the mountain, so he could use this as a fixed water collection point and the mountain side as his living quarters.

After inspecting the area, Reke didn't leave; instead, he hid in a tree and activated his scouter, waiting for prey to come and drink.

He truly didn't dare to go without the scouter, terrified that some monster might show up and finish him off.

Although he had transmigrated into a Saiyan in this life and possessed a battle-hungry bloodline, that didn't mean he was looking to die.

Choosing to take risks when a safe method was available was not something a normal person would do, and Reke considered himself a normal person.

Reke didn't have to wait long before a rustling sound came from the nearby bushes. Reke stared in that direction, and the number "15" displayed on the scouter gave him confidence.

The first thing to come into view was a three-meter-long, fur-covered leg. When Reke saw the creature in its entirety, he was stunned.

The creature resembled a wolf, only two or three times the size of the wolves from his past life. Its sharp claws and pointed teeth clearly marked it as a carnivore, and crucially, it had two heads.

Reke looked at the creature standing over six meters tall and over ten meters long, then looked at his own arm, which was less than a meter long, and finally stared fixedly at the number "15" on the scouter.