Who is this divine being?!

Planet Vegeta

A blood-forged planet hung in the vastness of space. Its surface gravity was a full ten times that of Earth, while its landmass was more than ten times larger. The planet's native inhabitants, the Tuffles, had been completely wiped out by the Saiyans decades ago. From then on, this world of lava rifts and alloy domes had become Saiyan territory. With the widespread adoption of scouters throughout the Milky Way, Saiyans had evolved from judging strength through brute force to ranking themselves by numerical values: below 3,000—low-class Saiyans, little more than cannon fodder and utterly worthless; 3,000 to 6,000—mid-class Saiyans, capable of holding the frontier on their own; 6,000 to 9,000—high-class Saiyans, elite warriors clad in silver armor and wielding heavy blades, the backbone of King Vegeta's royal guard; above 9,000—the true top-tier war gods at the pinnacle of the pyramid, numbering fewer than twenty in the entire Saiyan race. An anomaly like Bardock, born low-class yet forcibly breaking through the ten-thousand mark, appeared only once in a century. Across the entire planet, nearly everyone's fate was locked in place by this cold standard—the higher one's battle power, the more resources one received. This hierarchy had been personally instituted after King Vegeta took the throne. The ancient Saiyans of even earlier times, however, had disdained numbers entirely. They recognized only three bloodlines—ordinary Saiyans, Super Saiyans, and Berserker Saiyans. Unfortunately, those ancient legends of fists shattering stars had long been buried beneath the sands of time. Now, only a vague trace remained among the clan: two thousand years ago, a Super Saiyan with golden hair thrust toward the sky and an aura that burned the heavens had suddenly emerged. As for stories from before that? Even the eldest elders remembered nothing. Then Broly was born, a natural Berserker Saiyan, his ki surging like an erupting volcano. But no one taught him how to tame that power, and no one handed him a training manual. Thus, this genius who should have become a legend in ancient times ultimately burned himself to ashes within the flames of his own uncontrolled rage. "Waaah, waaah..." At that moment, a sharp, clear cry jolted Lin Feng awake. He snapped his eyes open and swept his gaze around. The next second, his pupils contracted. "Is that... a tail?!" Before him, over a hundred transparent incubation pods stood in neat rows. Each contained a wrinkled infant, and most astonishing of all, beneath every tiny pink backside swayed a furry, slightly curled monkey tail!

"This scene... don't tell me I've transmigrated into the Dragon Ball World?" Lin Feng's entire face stiffened. His eyes went wide, and he even forgot to breathe.

Dragon Ball had been Lin Feng's favorite anime in his previous life. He had watched it so many times from childhood to adulthood that he had lost count. Goku, Frieza, Vegeta, Majin Buu, Cell, the God of Destruction Beerus... and Super Saiyans... Name after name crashed wildly through his mind. Without a doubt, this was Planet Vegeta's newborn cultivation center. Nearly every Saiyan newborn was sent here for their initial development. Lin Feng lowered his head and stared at the unbelievably soft padding beneath him, rubbing it between his fingertips. It was silky, slightly cool, and seemed to possess the faintest sensation of breathing. It was nothing like any fabric from Earth. Little did he know that this seemingly ordinary "cotton" was actually woven from nanoscale bioactive fibers, designed specifically to stabilize newborns' neural fluctuations. Across the entire Milky Way, only three advanced civilization planets could mass-produce such a material, and Planet Vegeta was one of them. Lin Feng took a deep breath and slowly clenched his fist. It felt as though thunder surged through his palm, while a primal force capable of tearing apart mountains and crushing stellar remains raced through his blood. His heart hammered against his chest like a war drum, once, then again, shaking his eardrums hot and making his fingertips tremble. As a seasoned shut-in in his previous life, when had Lin Feng ever felt such savage, overbearing primal strength? Though this was only the power of an infant Saiyan, that crushing difference still struck his consciousness like lightning from the highest heavens, leaving his mind trembling and his entire body numb. Lin Feng had no idea what level his battle power would reach once he truly came of age, nor did he know whether the story had already begun. He only knew that he finally had a chance to experience the Dragon Ball World firsthand! In this life, he swore he would shatter the shackles of countless worlds, climb to the end of all heavens, and see for himself that solitary, transcendent vista above all living things. Just thinking about it set heroic ambition blazing in his chest. At that moment, purple mist began churning within Lin Feng's body. It gradually formed the outline of an ancient wheel and silently seeped into his immature Saiyan bloodline. The next instant, a violent torrent powerful enough to tear through his muscles and bones erupted! It felt as though his organs were being repeatedly pounded by a colossal hammer. Pain twisted his tiny face, and he instinctively began to wail—"Waaah~ waaah~" Even with the strongest Saiyan bloodline, he was still only a swaddled infant at this moment, capable of producing nothing but broken, piercing cries. If a caretaker had been present, they would probably have rubbed their eyes raw and wondered if they were dreaming. 100... 500... 1,000... 5,000... The numbers on the battle power detector beside him leaped madly, like a meteor shower gone out of control. In an instant, his battle power had soared to 13,000, firmly surpassing Broly's astonishing 10,000 at birth!

Yet the number did not stop. 20,000... 30,000... 40,000... At last, the display showed: 58,976! The moment the number settled, a terrifying shockwave powerful enough to shake a planet's core burst from his tiny body. Like a raging tide breaking through a dam, it instantly pierced the walls of the infant cultivation room and swept across the entirety of Planet Vegeta! "What... is that?!" "N-No way!!" In an instant, every Saiyan on Planet Vegeta wearing a scouter shut their eyes at once—Bang! Bang! Bang! Those antiquated devices, capable of displaying only a little over 20,000 battle power at most, could not withstand the pressure of a reading above 50,000 and exploded on the spot! King Vegeta, who had been chatting cheerfully with his pregnant queen about the future, abruptly sensed the anomaly. With a flash, he tore through the air and shot out of the palace, raising his head and roaring, "Who goes there?! How dare you trespass on my Planet Vegeta?!" At that moment, their fatal weakness—the inability to sense ki—was laid completely bare. Lin Feng was clearly in an incubation pod not far away, yet they all looked up, their gazes passing through walls and the dome overhead as they stared fixedly into the depths of space. Just as King Vegeta ordered a planetwide search for the enemy, dozens of infant pods closest to Lin Feng had already become covered in fine, spiderweb-like cracks. The cries of infants rose and fell, flooding the ears like a tide. Lin Feng gritted his teeth and clung to the last trace of clarity amid the searing pain that felt like flames consuming his body. He did not know what his battle power was at that moment, but in the original story, Broly breaking past 10,000 had only frightened Kakarot, whose battle power was at the bottom. Now, however, the entire cultivation room had become an ocean of cries—the answer was obvious. He knew even more clearly that if this power continued to spiral out of control, no matter how monstrous his battle power was, the suspicious and bloodthirsty King Vegeta would erase him with his own hands. Planet Vegeta had been thrown into complete chaos by this storm in swaddling clothes! Within the incubation pod, rage churned through Lin Feng's heart. Damn it! My ki won't listen to me at all! If this keeps going, I'll fall apart before King Vegeta even has to do anything! The numbers on the display continued to skyrocket. In the span of a breath, they had surged from 50,000 straight toward 100,000! 98,654! Such a terrifying value was nearly on par with the strongest elite warriors after transforming into Great Apes! The hazy purple aura continued pouring into his bloodline, tempering and reshaping the Saiyan blood within him inch by inch like a divine smith forging iron. 98,999! 99,999! When the number reached the ultimate limit of nine, the power surging through his body finally roared into an invisible ceiling and came to an unwilling halt.

The display before his pod froze as well, flickering at 99,999 points as if a newborn star were tearing through the darkness and slowly rising. Nine was the ultimate number of the heavenly law, as well as the peak of the universe's origin. Having exhausted the last trace of its power, the purple aura silently raised Lin Feng's bloodline to the realm of "Nine Extremes," then melted completely into the depths of his flesh and blood without leaving the slightest ripple. At the same time, the violent energy spilling out due to the bloodline's reconstruction quietly receded as the transformation ended. Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, it was absorbed and tamed inch by inch by the newborn bloodline. 96,000 points. 74,500 points. 51,300 points. His battle power poured downward like floodwaters from a breached dam, so quickly that even he was powerless to stop it. By then, King Vegeta had led his men in searching the entire planet without finding anything. Left with no choice, he summoned a small spaceship to hover outside the atmosphere and activated a planetwide detection array, vowing to drag out that "intruder." Unfortunately, before the order could even be issued, Lin Feng's bloodline transformation had already ended inside the cultivation room. The turmoil within him subsided, exhaustion washed over his consciousness like a tide, and with his eyelids sinking, he fell asleep. When his battle power finally dropped to its lowest point, the display in front of the pod revealed its true starting value—121! Among more than a hundred infants whose battle powers were all in the double digits, Lin Feng's solitary three-digit reading stood out like cold fire in the night... "Telandoke, battle power 7. Garbage among low-class warriors!" A sharp rebuke, like porcelain being scraped, pierced Lin Feng's ears. He jolted awake from his sleep. A Saiyan wearing dark-patterned battle armor glanced at the energy reader beside an infant pod, and his pupils suddenly shrank. "Palanti? Battle power 74... For a female to produce a warrior of this caliber is practically unheard of!" "Her mother is Xuesaili—one of the five great female war gods of our race. Her bloodline is pure, and her battle power is formidable. It's no surprise that her daughter began at a higher level, but who could have expected this little one not only to inherit her mother's sharpness, but to possess potential that seemingly surpasses Lady Xuesaili's from back then!" Another Saiyan quickly pulled up the parents' files, his voice tightening until it nearly cracked. "Heh, who still dares say women can't support the Saiyan race? Xuesaili and her four sisters sweep through star systems as though no one is there! I heard that when she fought Frieza's three top generals alone, her energy fluctuations even shattered spatial folds—her battle power has long surpassed 10,000. Across the entire race, you could count on your fingers those capable of confronting her head-on!" "With Palanti alone among this batch of newborns, the average battle power of this entire generation will be raised by a huge margin! Even if all the rest are mid-class or low-class, they definitely won't end up at the bottom!"