The Summoned Warrior

"Ho ho ho, look at that, Zarbon, Dodoria. Ho ho ho."

Watching the brilliant fireworks, Frieza was undoubtedly exhilarated. With this, the Super Saiyans had finally been thoroughly eradicated. From this day forward, there would no longer be any threat to his position as the Emperor of the Universe.

Zarbon and Dodoria stood behind Frieza, watching the magnificent fireworks together.

The Saiyans, who had originally spent their time invading the homelands of others, had finally met their retribution. Their own home had turned into a firework, and the entire Saiyan race would soon be extinct.

Meanwhile, on a green planet in the North Galaxy.

Here, vast and dense forests stretched out, inhabited by countless enormous and ferocious beasts.

At the edge of the primeval forest stood a dense crowd of aliens. They knelt in unison, all praying toward the altar in the center.

These aliens had purple, round heads, two whiskers about 20 centimeters long growing above their eyebrows, and all wore white leather vests, looking incredibly bizarre.

On the central altar stood a woman dressed in colorful gauze skirts. She was beautiful, looking much like a human from Earth.

However, unlike humans, this woman had a pair of silver butterfly wings on her back, thin as cicada wings, making one truly wonder if she could actually fly.

At this moment, the woman held a monk's staff, knelt on the ground, and chanted in a low voice.

"Respected God of Thought, the dark age from the prophecy is approaching. Please listen to our prayers and choose a warrior who can lead us to break through the darkness!"

As the woman and all the others knelt in worship, an invisible psychic power began to gather, concentrating above the altar.

The woman waved the staff in her hand, guiding the collective psychic power of the crowd, then connected with the heavens and the earth, as if summoning some deity.

As the ritual began, a golden energy appeared at the center of the altar. Seeing this energy, everyone was incredibly excited.

The selection of the hero was about to begin. As long as one could be recognized by this energy, that person would become the legendary hero who would lead the tribe to break through the dark age of the prophecy.

Under the expectant gazes of all, the golden energy began to weave through the tribesmen, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, the golden energy seemed to sense something and flew back to the altar at top speed.

"What's going on? Shouldn't it be selecting a warrior from among the tribesmen? Could it be that there is no one among us recognized by the God of Thought?"

The tribesmen voiced their various opinions, all unable to help but whisper to each other.

"Quiet!"

The woman held the staff and tapped it lightly on the ground. An invisible force spread outward. Feeling this surging power, everyone shut their mouths.

"Great God of Thought, please choose a warrior who can lead us to break through the darkness!"

The woman prayed again, yet the golden energy did not continue to choose from the tribesmen; instead, it flickered with light, as if it were summoning something.

Finally, as the golden light dissipated, an infant with a monkey tail growing from its bottom appeared on the altar.

"Wah!"

The crowd, who had been stunned by the sight, were all awakened by the sudden crying of the infant.

"What is going on? Why wasn't a warrior selected? Why was an infant summoned instead?"

"Could this child be the warrior sent to us by the God of Thought?"

Below the altar, the crowd was in an uproar; no one had expected such a result.

Even the woman standing on the altar was incredibly astonished. The God of Thought had not selected a warrior but had sent a child directly. Could it be that this child was the warrior?

The woman carefully picked up the child. Gamos also saw the woman before him, and his wailing stopped abruptly.

These exquisite features, this fair skin, this gentle face—the sudden impact of such beauty left Gamos stunned.

Gamos was certain that even the big stars of his past life were nothing compared to this goddess.

In particular, the two antennae on her forehead did not make her look strange at all; instead, they carried a sense of uniform-clad temptation. Who could resist that?

Faced with such beauty, even Gamos, who wasn't usually one to care about looks, felt a desire to be a sycophant. One could imagine just how alluring she was.

The woman looked at Gamos, who was staring wide-eyed in her arms, and smiled slightly.

As expected of the hero bestowed by the God of Thought, she thought to herself. Looking at the child's reaction, he must have already begun to develop memories.

She had seen this kind of dazed expression countless times and was long since used to it.

"My hero, the future of our tribe is entrusted to you from now on."

The woman smiled, then extended a finger and tapped it gently on Gamos's nose, just like a gentle mother teasing her child.

Gamos opened his chubby little mouth and bit down on her slender finger.

A freebie delivered to my door—would be a waste not to take it. Mmm, so fragrant!

At this moment, Gamos had already cast his previous unhappiness to the back of his mind, his eyes filled only with the goddess before him.

Seeing the child in her arms constantly sucking on her finger, the woman assumed he was hungry and immediately ordered her subordinates to bring some food.

Watching Gamos in her arms sucking with such relish, she couldn't help but feel a bit doubtful.

"Can such a small child eat normal food? I wonder if there are any wet nurses in the tribe still lactating. If not, I'll have to wrong you by feeding you beast milk."

At this moment, Gamos was still lost in the joy of being in such close proximity to the goddess, completely unaware of her thoughts.

If only I could grow up a bit faster. Wuwuwu, the goddess is right in front of me, but I can only taste the flavor.

In his past life, Gamos was a "three-no" member—no car, no house, no assets. Having chosen to rot, he became a shut-in otaku. He had thought he would spend his life in loneliness, but he never expected the accident to come so quickly.

It was all because he had insulted a fan of the "Desolate" series online, mocking them for being unable to blow up a planet despite centuries of cultivation, claiming they weren't even as strong as Broly at birth. As a result, he was tracked down and beaten by a group, eventually falling to the ground and striking the back of his head against a nail, which cost him his life.

Who would have thought that Gamos, having died in such an inexplicable manner, would transmigrate into the Dragon Ball world and become the Legendary Super Saiyan he had always obsessed over?

For Gamos, simply surviving and beginning a life as a Super Saiyan already felt wonderful, but to be adopted by such a goddess was nothing short of incredible.

The only regret was the massive age gap between them; if he could, Gamos truly wanted her to become the mother of the next generation of the Legendary Saiyan bloodline.

"It's bad, Sister Yasi—no, High Priestess! The Green Cloth Tribe is here again!"

Just as the ceremony concluded, a panicked figure rushed in from outside.

She was just as beautiful, with a curvaceous figure and dressed in light pink robes, her appearance bearing a striking resemblance to the High Priestess known as Yasi.

The High Priestess was named Yasi, and she was the older sister of the newcomer. They both belonged to the Butterfly Spirit Tribe, the most beautiful, yet simultaneously the weakest, race on this planet.