A Brand New Experience

"I can't imagine a person with a battle power of 3,000 appearing before me; should I lie down and play dead, or just commit suicide to get it over with?" Reke chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"I used to think Earthlings were weak when watching the anime, but now I realize just how strong Krillin's millions in battle power really are."

"No wonder he could marry Android 18; I'm truly impressed."

Reke used to think Krillin wasn't good enough for Android 18, but now he could imagine the immense courage it took for Krillin, with his few million in battle power, to stand before Cell and his billions in battle power just to protect her.

"I wonder when I'll finally be able to meet these warriors."

If you were to ask Reke why he didn't just go to Earth now, could he tell you it was because he was a coward?

For one thing, he didn't dare touch the ship until the tracker on it was dismantled. Besides, for single-person ships like this, as long as there was a return coordinate, it would head straight back to Planet Vegeta—unless he could transform into a Super Saiyan.

"I remember that a Super Saiyan requires a base battle power of 3 million, plus S-cells and extreme rage."

"Then there's the new Dragon Ball Super, which says extreme rage isn't needed; once the first two conditions are met, you just focus your power into your spine. I wonder which method is viable," Reke pondered to himself.

As he thought about it, Reke fantasized about transforming into a Super Saiyan, punching Frieza and kicking Kakarot, his mouth twisting into a smirk as drool began to leak out.

He suddenly stood up, imagining focusing his power into his spine, placing both fists at his waist, and hunching his back slightly, looking every bit the part of someone trying to transform into a Super Saiyan.

"Ah!"

He shouted for a long while, but other than his face turning bright red from the exertion, nothing happened.

It was a good thing there was no one around, or it would have been a major social catastrophe.

After amusing himself for a while, Reke rubbed his chin with his small hand and began to plan his life ahead.

"Now that my shelter and water source are settled, the first priority is training, the second is to continue sensing ki, and the third is to go out and explore once my battle power is up, to see if this planet has any intelligent life or civilization."

He looked at the tracker sitting by his side, hesitated for a long time, and decided that sensing ki wasn't something that would happen overnight. He picked up the tracker and squeezed it hard, shattering it into pieces.

"If I die, I die; if I don't, I'll live for ten thousand years."

Reke abandoned his comfort; he was going to start a new challenge. Since the tracker would have to be destroyed sooner or later, he might as well make up his mind now.

Reke walked to the cave entrance, stretched, blocked the entrance back up, identified the direction of the stream from yesterday, and ran toward it.

"Logically, even if I don't know how to use ki, I should be able to release energy blasts and fly. Why don't I feel anything at all?"

Reke thought to himself as he ran.

He didn't notice that when he thought about flying, his feet gradually left the ground, leaving his legs dangling and swinging in the air.

"What the hell! What's going on?"

When Reke realized something was wrong and saw himself getting further and further from the ground, a wave of panic washed over him.

You have to understand that in his past life, he had a mild fear of heights. Now that he was nearly four or five meters off the ground, he snapped back to reality instantly.

After flailing about for a while, he fell straight out of the sky and landed face-first on the ground.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Reke rubbed his face, thinking about what had just happened.

"I just flew, didn't I? How did that happen?"

"Forget it, whatever. I'll just try it again."

Reke stood up again, spread his arms, and imagined flying in his mind. A breeze blew by, and Reke's feet slowly left the ground.

Seeing the result, he felt a surge of excitement, and Reke slowly drifted back down.

"I really can fly. Let me see if I can stabilize the flight while sensing the principle behind it."

With that thought, Reke tried again. This time, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, wanting to see exactly how he was managing to fly.

As a result, he became completely immersed in the attempt. A whole day passed in a flash; he didn't eat, and he didn't figure out the principle, but aside from being able to control his flight freely, he had completely cured his fear of heights.

He discovered that wanting to fly was just like walking; he would think about flying forward, and his body would just move on its own without him needing to consciously operate it.

Seeing the sky growing dark, Reke quickly found an animal, satisfied his hunger in a few quick bites, and couldn't wait to return to his shelter.

Sitting in the cave, he crossed his legs and hovered, immersing his mind within his body.

He stayed that way until he was mentally exhausted, yet he still couldn't sense anything.

He had no choice but to stop and begin his daily training.

Reke didn't know any other techniques, so he piled a hundred-pound rock on his back and started doing push-ups with his hands on the ground.

"1... 87... 300... 500."

Reke gritted his teeth and finished 500. As soon as he stopped, his arms began to ache, and he didn't even have the strength to lift them.

At that moment, two voices appeared in his mind: one from his past life, telling him to give up, that there was no need to push himself so hard.

The other was an instinct he'd had since arriving in this world, telling him that this amount of work was nothing—not even a warm-up.

You are a Saiyan. Your body has no limits. This is nothing! Keep going.

Don't you want to fight the experts of this world? Do you still want to be trembling in fear of some 3,000-battle-power trash?

Reke stood there with a fluctuating expression; one moment his past-life mindset told him to lie flat, and the next, his Saiyan blood roared within him.

Thinking of the experts from the anime, his blood slowly began to heat up, and even the soreness in his arms faded away.

"Damn it, keep going. Even if I don't have a system or a cheat, I have Saiyan blood—why would I give up? Just do it."

With a low growl, Reke resumed his push-ups, pushing until he reached the absolute limit of his endurance before transitioning into squats.

From squats to sit-ups, he continued until every inch of his body throbbed with pain, eventually collapsing onto the ground, motionless, and falling into a deep sleep; yet, the upturned corners of his mouth spoke volumes of his mood.

Reke was jolted awake by the rumbling of his stomach, and the moment he regained consciousness, he sensed a difference.

Unlike his body in his previous life, where the soreness from yesterday would have made movement impossible today, this was something else entirely.

But the Saiyan body was different; after a single night's sleep, yesterday's exhaustion had been completely swept away, and not only was there no discomfort, but he felt brimming with power.

It felt as if he could shatter the very mountain he was on with a single punch, though he knew it was merely an illusion—his training yesterday likely hadn't increased his combat power by even a single point.

Yet, that did not dampen his exhilaration.

Although he had long known the Saiyans were monstrous, it was only after experiencing it firsthand that he realized just how abnormal they truly were.

"If being a monster is this good, then to hell with being human."

"Hahaha!"

Reke's laughter echoed through the air; for the first time, he felt filled with hope for the future, and his first goal was to crush that 3,000 combat power threshold.