Ding

Age 762.

Universe 7, Earth.

In a mountain forest. Green trees gave shade, and weeds grew thick.

A stream gurgled by, and birds chirped happily.

A powerful tiger was dozing beneath a tree.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, Jiang Ling appeared in front of the tiger with a baffled look on his face, right in the middle of taking a piss.

The stream landed squarely on the tiger's head.

He looked around at the lush green surroundings and instantly understood something.

Goddamn it!

He could transmigrate just from taking a piss?!

Was this a fucking joke?

The tiger looked over at him, startled and uncertain. Jiang Ling confidently met its gaze.

Splash, splash, splash—

Jiang Ling showed absolutely no intention of stopping the stream.

He knew very well that stopping now would not change anything...

Man and tiger stared at each other.

Time seemed to stop flowing.

Only the steam rising from the tiger's head drifted upward in wisps.

Jiang Ling suddenly shuddered, gave it a shake, ended the spellcasting process, and felt refreshed from head to toe.

The tiger's gaping maw, close enough to fill his vision, was reflected in his eyes as it grew larger and larger.

If he was not going to die in silence, then he would explode in silence!

He shouted.

"System, if you don't make a move now, when are you waiting for!"

"..."

No sound rang out. A breeze blew past, and the wind was awfully noisy.

Seeing the tiger's huge mouth getting closer and closer, Jiang Ling accepted reality.

He only hoped there would be no pain.

Who told him to be this unlucky?

But just then—

The leaves on a nearby big tree shook, and a small figure leaped down from within, a sharp sword in hand.

In Jiang Ling's eyes, that tiny figure seemed like a god descending to earth, charging straight at the tiger!

Whoosh—

A cold gleam flashed.

The tiger died.

Blood poured all over the ground.

Still shaken, Jiang Ling pushed the tiger's corpse away and patted the dust off his clothes.

That was just how this world worked: the strong ruled!

If you wanted to eat others, you had to be prepared to be eaten yourself!

Looking at the corpse, Jiang Ling could not help sighing. Though he had not killed it, that did not mean he could not express his own thoughts.

His gaze turned toward the benefactor who had saved him.

His benefactor was a boy of about four or five, holding a sharp sword.

He wore a small orange martial arts uniform, and on the chest of his clothes was a circle with the character "Demon" written inside it.

Seeing the boy's familiar outfit and familiar face, Jiang Ling froze slightly.

"Gohan!?"

That was right. The boy who had suddenly appeared was Son Goku's son, Son Gohan!

Son Gohan froze too, then asked, "How do you know my name?"

Jiang Ling fell silent.

Being able to see Gohan here meant he had transmigrated into the world of Dragon Ball.

Anyone who had watched Dragon Ball knew.

The power scaling of battles here was absurdly broken. Earth's fate was full of disasters, and it would get destroyed every now and then.

One careless mistake, and he would die without even a place to be buried.

A long while passed.

Jiang Ling finally accepted the fact that he had transmigrated into the world of Dragon Ball.

What else could he do?

Was there anything he could do about it? Could he go back or something?

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Ling introduced himself.

"My name is Jiang Ling. You can call me Uncle Jiang Ling. Thank you for saving me."

"As for why I know you, that's a long story. I'll explain it to you slowly later. Those who get it, get it. If you don't, there's nothing I can do about that."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Gohan scratched his head. He was only four years old right now, and his nature was very simple, so Jiang Ling brushed it off casually, and he did not suspect anything.

After that.

He began dealing with the tiger's corpse.

"Uncle Jiang Ling, I'm going to roast some meat. Do you want to eat with me?"

Jiang Ling rubbed his empty stomach and nodded. "Wouldn't that be rude? Since you've invited me so warmly, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Gohan: "..."

Gohan handled the tiger meat with great skill, as if he had lived in the wild for a long time.

Jiang Ling watched quietly from the side and did not go up to help.

There was no other reason. If he did not know how, then he did not know how.

Taking a look at the martial arts uniform with the word "demon" written on it and the sword Gohan carried, Jiang Ling inferred a conclusion.

The current Dragon Ball plot should be at the early stage of Dragon Ball Z.

The year before Vegeta invaded Earth.

Son Goku had been killed by Raditz.

Son Gohan, who was only four years old, had been taken by Piccolo into the wilderness for training.

Jiang Ling quickly sorted out the plot in his mind.

Just then, a voice rang out in his heart.

La la la~

Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully transmigrating.

Jiang Ling looked up at the starry night sky.

A long while passed.

Only then did he nod.

"I know."

"When I called you just now, why didn't you appear?"

Jiang Ling's face was full of resentment.

One had to know, he had nearly ended up in the tiger's belly.

Ding. This system knows you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet.

The system was booting up just now, so it couldn't speak.

However, the system has already given you proficiency in the Dragon Ball language, which is why you were able to converse with Son Gohan without any obstacles.

"I get the logic, but weren't you afraid I'd die...?"

Ding. Don't worry. This system is extremely intelligent and had already calculated it. You would definitely be saved by Gohan!

"..."

"Weren't you afraid something might go wrong?"

Ding. Not at all. At worst, I would just switch to another host.

"..."

"All right, I accept your apology."

Eh?! This system didn't apologize, though?

"Huh? You want to kneel to me? No need, no need. There's no need for such a grand gesture. Sigh, look at you. If you insist on kneeling, then kneel."

[...]

As Jiang Ling carried on a friendly exchange with the system in his mind, he caught sight of Son Gohan cutting off the tiger's penis out of the corner of his eye, about to throw it away, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't throw that away! It's got a great use!"

"What was the point? People generally didn't eat that part..."

Son Gohan looked puzzled.

Jiang Ling explained, "This is treasure! But it's useless for kids."

"So that's how it is."

Son Gohan came to a sudden realization, thinking to himself that it seemed there was still a lot he had to learn.

Jiang Ling picked up the tiger penis and went over to the stream to clean and prepare it.

After that, he burrowed into the jungle to gather some medicinal herbs and plants that removed the gamey smell, tossed them all into a pot, set up a fire, and started boiling it.

With a perfectly serious expression, Jiang Ling gave Gohan a little lesson. "In the future, cook this for your dad. It'll be very useful to him! He'll become really strong!"

Son Gohan nodded, half understanding and half not.

As if something had occurred to him, his expression sank, and he murmured in a low voice, "My dad is dead..."

Jiang Ling patted him on the shoulder and comforted him. "Your dad will come back to life. There are magical Dragon Balls on Earth that can revive everyone!"

"Really?"

"Really! As long as you work hard to improve your strength and defeat the enemy!"

"Okay!"

A light of hope shone in Son Gohan's eyes.

At the same time, a new goal appeared in his heart.

"When Dad comes back to life, I'll cook tiger-penis soup for him!"

Thinking that, Son Gohan continued roasting the tiger meat.

Jiang Ling nodded in satisfaction.

On a summer night, a cool breeze blew gently, feeling very comfortable on the skin.

[Ding. This system will introduce itself.]

Jiang Ling waved his hand and interrupted:

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in such a hurry."

[...]

Before long, the tiger meat was cooked.

The aroma of meat filled the air.

Jiang Ling and Son Gohan began to feast heartily.

It was fatty without being greasy, lean without being tough.

Absolutely delicious.

Son Gohan's cooking skills were quite good. It seemed he had already trained them up in the wild.

After they had eaten their fill.

Jiang Ling drank the tiger-penis tonic soup while it was still hot.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

Seeing how satisfied he looked, Son Gohan had his appetite stirred and also took a sip of the soup.

By the time Jiang Ling tried to stop him, it was already too late.

"Gohan, how does your body feel?"

"Ah... I don't feel anything."

"Don't drink any more. You're still young. A proper amount is enough."

"Okay."

Adults' words often carried persuasive power, even if that adult's fighting strength was no match for a child's.