A parallel world of Dragon Ball,
Universe 7,
At the foot of Mount Paozu on Earth.
Blue skies and white clouds, green mountains and clear waters, birdsong and flowers in bloom—a scene of perfect harmony.
A boy of about fifteen walked alone along a muddy mountain path, hands in his pockets and a foxtail grass stem between his lips.
The boy was named Li Xing.
Half an hour ago, he'd been watching Dragon Ball in his rented apartment. Three minutes ago, he'd appeared in this world.
Only when a voice spoke in his mind did he realize he'd been transported into the Dragon Ball world.
He walked along the mountain path.
Li Xing, strolling at his leisure, suddenly asked,
"System, we're at Mount Paozu. Are you sure this is where Bulma first met Sun Wukong?"
A calm voice sounded in Li Xing's mind.
"Complete the initial mission: go to Mount Paozu. The Super Choice System is beginning its binding process. Please wait."
Li Xing's face darkened. He said nothing and continued up the muddy path.
Half an hour later, the voice spoke again.
"System binding successful.
Releasing choice mission."
"Choice One: Help Bulma make her wish come true. Reward: 1 billion yuan.
Choice Two: Help Sun Wukong wish for his grandfather, Son Gohan, to be revived. Reward: Saiyan bloodline.
Choice Three: Steal the Four-Star Dragon Ball. Reward: Master the Devour Ability (energy consumed will improve the host's constitution and mental strength).
If you make no choice, you'll be an ordinary person for the rest of your life, forever weak and limp!"
Li Xing instantly freaked out.
He was only fifteen and hadn't even gotten to experience that yet. How could he allow himself to be weak and limp?
Pah!
System, times have changed!
Even kids don't do multiple-choice questions anymore.
"I want them all! I choose everything!"
The system stalled for a moment before replying in a cold voice.
"Do you deserve that?"
"What are you talking about? You're the Super Choice System, and I'm your host. Why wouldn't I deserve it?"
"Deserve what?"
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it. Think carefully."
Li Xing was still acting all casual when the meaning finally sank in.
He staggered and toppled face-first onto the ground.
Thud!
A loud crash sent dust billowing into the air.
A human-shaped crater appeared clearly in the road.
He didn't bother arguing with the system. Instead, he rubbed his chin.
"Did being transported here make me better at that, too?"
"Fucking the earth, fucking the planet?
Wouldn't that be a legendary scene?
Better than those guys who go around fucking animals, right?"
"Choices One and Two are complete opposites. Please tell me how I'm supposed to choose both."
After a moment, Li Xing came to his senses, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"Then I'll choose two."
"You're only allowed to choose one."
Li Xing didn't argue.
As an orphan, he knew full well that when he couldn't beat someone, he had to go along with whatever they said.
When he could kill them, he should do it fast and decisively.
"Choice Three."
He'd just been watching Dragon Ball, so Li Xing knew there was no future for him if he stuck with Bulma and Sun Wukong.
Over the next ten years, with the help of the Super Choice System, he might be able to keep pace with Sun Wukong's training. But once the Saiyan concept entered the picture on Earth, he'd be left eating Sun Wukong's dust.
Since that was the case, he had to take a gamble.
The Devour Ability sounded powerful. Even an idiot could figure out which choice to make.
Looking at the rushing river below, Li Xing found himself in a dilemma.
Choice Three sounded great, but how was he supposed to steal the Four-Star Dragon Ball from Sun Wukong?
An average adult in the Dragon Ball world had a battle power of 1. He wasn't an adult yet, so his battle power was probably only 0.6.
Unless Bulma hadn't arrived at Mount Paozu yet, he could sneak into the temple, quietly take the Four-Star Dragon Ball, and escape by water—
Seeing the two clear sets of tire tracks on the road, Li Xing immediately abandoned that idea.
Bulma had definitely arrived. He could only hope they hadn't left yet.
Otherwise, he'd have to follow them all the way to King Pilaf's castle before he got even the slightest chance.
"Stealing it probably won't work. I'll have to use a trick."
Li Xing's gaze turned intense as he hurried to a bend in the road.
He still remembered Bulma taking Sun Wukong back down the mountain along this road.
"Should I ambush them or follow them?"
Before Li Xing could decide, the roar of a motorcycle reached him.
Li Xing's expression tightened.
"No, there's no time. I can only ambush them. I hope the system comes through."
Li Xing hurriedly began making preparations.
Even an ambush required some finesse. If he made it too obvious, they'd see through him right away.
Li Xing needed to make it look convincing, so they'd be surprised for a little longer and give him more time to react.
He was no match for Sun Wukong right now.
And it wasn't just Sun Wukong. That short-tempered girl, Bulma, was armed, too.
He didn't think he could withstand her weapons.
The only advantage he could rely on was the terrain: a river with a mountain on one side and a cliff on the other.
Put-put-put—
Li Xing hid quietly around a bend, thinking through whether his plan could work.
All he needed was the Devour Ability.
According to the system, the Devour Ability could strengthen his constitution and mental power.
The Dragon Ball world only had the concept of ki, not constitution.
The stronger your ki, the stronger your constitution. The weaker your ki, the weaker your constitution.
Meanwhile, Sun Wukong was sitting on Bulma's motorcycle. "This bike is faster than me! It's amazing!"
Bulma shouted proudly.
She was thrilled that she'd managed to impress Sun Wukong, who she thought was so amazing.
Li Xing's gaze was cold as a hawk's as he listened carefully to the motorcycle's engine.
Three!
Two!
One.
"Now!"
He silently counted down, then pounced like a leopard.
Dust billowed into the air, and Li Xing's heart sank.
In his pupils, the other motorcycle was still about a meter away.
"I'm done for!"
Li Xing reacted quickly, but so did Bulma.
The moment a dark figure sprang out, Bulma's face went deathly pale.
"Ah!"
Li Xing dropped to his knees with a thump.
"Fuck, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have fucked the planet. I'm on my knees!"
Screech—
Bulma slammed on the brakes with all her strength. The brake discs and tires, the tires and the road—all let out piercing shrieks.
Sun Wukong grimaced and yelled for them to watch out.
At that speed, a meter was less than a second away. Li Xing had already given up struggling, and he could almost smell blood.
Wait, why did something smell like pee?
Fuck, I'm definitely clean. I didn't leak anything.
That was Li Xing's last thought before dying. Then he felt as if he were soaring through the air.
He had to admit, dying felt pretty good!
It didn't hurt at all.
"Hey, are you okay?"
A child's clear voice rang out, and Li Xing trembled all over.
What was going on?
When he came to, everything was spinning, and countless vivid colors filled his vision.
What was poking him? It was hard.
His own stick wasn't that long or that hard, was it?
Li Xing looked down at the ground. The motorcycle lay across the road, fuel leaking from it. Bulma had fallen over, covered in dust.
He was gripping Sun Wukong's Golden Cudgel, propped up in the air.
Li Xing's eyes lit up. "Hey, I'm not dead?"
Bulma was furious, her arms flailing as she stretched her neck and yelled at Li Xing.
"Idiot! You think whether you're dead is the problem right now? You scared us! We almost went over the cliff!"
Li Xing mumbled a couple of acknowledgments and was about to answer when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a round object on Sun Wukong's shoulder bag.
He quickly thought of a plan.
"Put me down first. I'll apologize and compensate you."
Sun Wukong withdrew the Golden Cudgel, and Li Xing dropped straight toward him.
"Whoa, catch me!"
Li Xing cried out in alarm, flailing in midair, his eyes fixed on Sun Wukong's waist.
Seeing Sun Wukong leap into the air, Li Xing's eyes flashed with determination.
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