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Everyone has something they do to feel good, something that makes them feel free. For some, it might be painting; for others, it could be exercising, or even watching anime and/or reading a light novel.
Well, for me, ever since I can remember, it's been the thrill, the adrenaline, the euphoria of a good fight. Unfortunately, it wasn't something I could do often. When I was a kid, I lost count of how many times my parents were called to school because I'd get into fights with any other kid, but everything has its limits.
Around the age of eight, the atmosphere at home was terrible. By then, I'd already changed schools twice and had racked up some pretty hefty hospital bills for both myself and other kids. My mom was crying a lot, as I recall. Apparently, she and my dad were considering divorce. They were arguing constantly because of me, and hearing my mom cry herself to sleep alone in her room because my dad was working late to pay off hospital debts – that was the last straw.
I bottled up that urge, that part of me, and locked it away. For a while, I used to lament being born in the wrong era or the wrong world. During those times, I'd sometimes have relapses and get into fights with bullies or petty thugs – in other words, no one of much consequence. But usually, I'd immerse myself in entertainment, from anime and games to fanfiction. Yes, unfortunately, I fell prey to the curse and became a complete nerd.
I've lived a normal life until now. I have a girlfriend, I'm studying law, and currently, I'm at a bar with my few friends, Matheus and Lucas. They're good guys, a bit weird, but good.
Matheus, a tall guy at 6'0" (1.83m), muscular, with blonde hair and blue eyes, is the classic rich kid. He's got more money than he knows what to do with. At least he's aware of it and pays for our rounds here at the bar.
Lucas, the youngest of the group, is a short Latino guy, 5'6" (1.67m) tall, with caramel-colored skin, and curly brown hair the same color as his eyes. He was a genius, pulling off the best grades I'd ever seen anyone get.
My friend looks at me and says, "Logan, you're dissociating again. Come on, man, interact." As he finishes speaking, he refills my beer glass.
"My bad, dude, what were you guys talking about again?" I ask, looking Matheus in the eyes. He gives me a look more serious than when he's taking an exam and says, "Would you rather be the first guy to fight the gorilla, or be the last round with Bonnie Blue?"
"Look at me, man, I'd absolutely wreck that gorilla in a fight, and never, not in a thousand years, would I want to be the last with her. Imagine all that mess, man, it just grosses me out." Of course, I'm exaggerating when I say I'd take down the gorilla, but I am strong. Like, really strong. I'm 6'8" (2.03m) tall, weighing 240 pounds (110 kg).
To de-stress, I started training my body and practicing some martial arts, even competing in a few tournaments. But that kind of fighting only satisfied me a little – a fight with so many rules. After a while, it got boring; I didn't feel any real danger, other than getting knocked out or breaking a bone, neither of which ever happened.
"Nah, man, the gorilla would crush you, but I agree, I'd go with the gorilla too. No way I'm doing that with her," Matheus said, shaking his head in agreement.
Lucas, indignant, retorts, "What do you mean, guys? You'd rather die than have a quickie with her? She might be drowning in cum, but at least you'd live, man."
"Who said I'd lose to the gorilla? And anyway, if I hooked up with her, I'd remember it for the rest of my life. I couldn't live with that. I'd rather die fighting the gorilla." Matheus looks at Lucas. "Sorry, dude, but I'm a hundred percent with Logan on this. I'm going to Valhalla, but I'm not entering that crater," he says, raising his hand, pretending to hold a sword.
"Even if I caught an STD, I'd still go with her. At least I'd die the same way as Freddie Mercury, one of the best."
"You were so sad this week after breaking up with Julia, Lucas, I thought you were going to pull a Kurt Cobain. But speaking of Freddie Mercury, are you guys hyped for Thrag Mercury to appear in the animation?"
"100%!" "100%!" Lucas and I respond simultaneously.
"I also want to see the return of the conc—" Someone interrupts Lucas as he speaks.
"What are these faggots talking about?" Looking towards the voice, I saw a fat but strong man, about 6'2" (1.90m) tall, looking around 35, wearing a biker gang leather jacket, clearly intoxicated. Behind him were three other lesser idiots, clearly encouraging him to pick a fight.
"Nothing to do with you," I reply as I stand up, towering over him, looking him up and down. He clearly felt slightly intimidated by the height difference, if the slight tremor in his body meant anything, or maybe it was just the alcohol affecting him.
Usually, that's enough to make these guys back off, but this imbecile was here for a fight; I could see it in his eyes.
"Come on, man, you don't want to do this. It's not going to be good for you guys," I say, raising my guard with a smile on my face. He seems about to give up, but then one of the idiots behind him says, "Let's all jump this imbecile."
Lucas and Matheus both position themselves on either side of me, ready to help with these assholes. Then, the fat idiot throws the first punch, a clumsy swing that I easily dodge with a simple sidestep, retaliating with a direct punch to his chin.
"Ughh~~" he groans.
He collapses, instantly knocked out.
"Tsk, too easy."
The other people in the bar start running as they see the commotion we're causing. Women scream and flee, men quickly escort their partners or friends out of the bar.
Beside me, Lucas and Matheus are already fighting their respective opponents, both men of similar build to them. So, they can handle themselves; they're not helpless damsels.
The last guy was stunned by how quickly I took down the big guy, and still, he came at me.
"YOU DAMN TROGLODYTE!" he screams at me.
He tries two consecutive punches, one at my face which I dodge, and another at the right side of my abdomen which I let connect so I could trap his arm with mine. Then I twist his arm, almost breaking it right there.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
As he screams in pain, I punch him in the face with my free hand. After only three hits, he collapses unconscious, with at least a broken nose and some teeth, if I can tell by the pool of blood that his face had become.
"You know, it would have been less painful if you'd just stayed quiet and let your friend walk away," I say to the fallen body on the floor.
"COME HERE, YOU LITTLE RAT!" I hear a shout coming from the other side of the bar.
Looking around, I see Lucas almost getting stabbed by a broken bottle, but the guy is good at dodging and manages to get away from his opponent, ducking under a pool table that now separates the two. I walk towards them, grabbing a chair with one hand on the way. I approach with slow steps behind the idiot who continues to yell at Lucas.
"COME HERE, FAGGOT, STOP RUNNING!"
"WHY DID I HAVE TO PICK SUCH AN ANNOYING GUY?!" he says, throwing pool balls at Lucas, who is crouched on the other side of the table, trying his best to avoid getting hit.
As he speaks, he notices a huge shadow looming over him. He freezes, and as he slowly turns to look behind him, he sees me looking down, 40 centimeters (16 inches) taller than him, with a terrifying smile.
'Damn, I'm loving this,' I think.
I say nothing and swing the chair with all my might, hitting him in the back like a baseball bat. The guy collapses limp like a ragdoll.
Then I look at Lucas to see if he wasn't too hurt in his fight, but when I look at him, I see his eyes wide with pure terror. He screams, "L-LOGAN, BEHIND YOU!" His hysterical, cracking voice conveys his urgency.
When I turn around, I see that the fat guy I had knocked down earlier had already recovered. In his hand was something shiny and metallic. It takes me a moment to realize: 'Damn, it's a gun.'
Before I could throw myself to the side or hide behind something, simply...
BANG~~
A direct shot to my chest... to my heart. I feel no pain, nothing, just a great regret. Why leave my family behind? NO, why leave my girlfriend? NO, my friends? NO, simply for not having followed my true calling, my destiny, and having held back so much, only experiencing brief moments of pleasure like this in my short life.
DAMN IT, I WANT MORE. I WANT TO FIGHT.
The last thing I see amidst my laments is Matheus screaming while repeatedly punching the fat guy, having somehow disarmed him.
"CALL AN AMBULANCE NOW, LU—"
As my vision slowly darkens, I succumb to eternal sleep.
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Not so eternal, apparently, because soon after, I woke up here, in a completely white room, with no doors or windows. It looked like a confined version of where the Truth is found in Fullmetal Alchemist. I'm lucky I'm not claustrophobic because if I were, I'd be in a panic here. In the center of the room, there's a black table with an office chair next to it—just that.
Looking at my chest, I realized I felt no pain. I saw no wound, no bandages, nothing—simply healed, as if I had never taken a shot that exploded my heart. Will someone or something appear?
"Hello, is anyone there?" ... God? ... Devil? ... Buddha? ... ROB? ... Nobody?"
Okay, officially alone here. So, I walk to the only other thing present in the room besides me, the table. It's a very stylish wooden table, easily something Matheus would have at home. I sit in the office chair. On the table, there's an envelope that I pick up, and on it, it says 'For the lucky LOGAN.' Definitely for me.
Well, no point in delaying, right? Without waiting long, I open the envelope and pull out the letter, which read:
[Dear Logan, you were a good child in your life. You held back your instincts very well and never caused much harm or did anything to those who didn't deserve it. I mean, after your childhood, of course—that kid was just building a sandcastle, and you shoved his face into his own sandcastle... Diabolical, man.
I admit, you really were born into the wrong world, or more precisely, the wrong universe. You were right, yes, kid, you shouldn't have been born here. And that's why I'll give you an opportunity to have your dream of a world of spectacular fights and combats that will make your blood run cold. Yes, my son, you are going to the Dragon Ball universe.
Yes, you will be a Saiyan because who goes there and doesn't want to be a Saiyan? As a former human, I'm sure you don't want to be a Namekian or a Frost Demon. Anyway, you'll have some time before the destruction of Planet Vegeta. Also, I'm going to give you a gift, so good luck, Logan.
Sincerely, ROB]
"Holy shit, hahahahahaha." Completely ignoring the first part of the letter, I focus on the most important thing: I'm going to Dragon Ball! And, like, everyone's childhood dream was to be a Saiyan. Who hasn't, in the shower, pretended to do a Kamehameha with the water or made their hair stand up like a Saiyan using shampoo? If I go to the Super universe, I'll have to show them the best transformation: Super Saiyan 4. Imagine that with God Ki!
So this is the happiest day of my life... death? While I was lost in my joy, a large roulette wheel appeared a few feet from the table. What the hell, it has many names of abilities, things like cooking and endgame abilities, like reality control.
Apparently, this is what he, ROB, was talking about when he said he would give me a random ability as a gift. Sounds good to me, as if not already having knowledge of the work and being a Saiyan wouldn't make me very strong over time. Well, as I said before, there's no point in delaying, so I walk over to the roulette wheel and spin it quickly.
As it spins, I go back to sit at the table because, given the size of the roulette wheel, it won't stop spinning anytime soon. When I get back to the table, there's a stack of blank sheets on it along with materials like pencils, pens, and crayons. Apparently, ROB wants me to draw to kill the boredom of waiting for the roulette wheel to stop spinning, and that's exactly what I do.
For the next few hours, I sat there drawing. I even made a very cool paper airplane. While I was in the middle of a drawing of Nami—it definitely didn't look like what Luffy drew, and I definitely didn't make her fish head extremely realistic—I hear a bell sound coming from the roulette wheel. Then, suddenly, a system-like screen appears in front of me.
[Ability Selected: Half-Viltrumite]
[Description: The user's ability genes will perfectly merge with those of a Viltrumite over time, not nullifying or hindering any of the user's original racial abilities, only complementing them with those of the other race. Viltrumite genes awaken their powers when the user's body reaches 16 years of age. Characteristics Expected:
Super Strength: Viltrumites possess immense physical strength, capable of extraordinary feats.
Super Speed: They can move at incredible speeds, surpassing the speed of light in some situations.
Super Stamina: Viltrumite stamina is remarkable, allowing them to withstand great amounts of force and energy without significant damage.
Super Durability: Their skin and bones are extremely dense and resistant, making them almost invulnerable to physical attacks such as firearms, explosions, and impacts.
Enhanced Healing Factor: Should they sustain damage, Viltrumites can recover quickly, healing severe injuries in a short period of time.
Flight: The ability to fly is another prominent Viltrumite characteristic, allowing them to move freely through the air.
Decelerated Aging: They age much more slowly than many races, granting them a very long lifespan.
Adaptability: The ability to simply adapt to environments and injuries sustained in combat, with an increase in overall resistance and strength.]
Then, right after this description of what I had gained, the screen vanished as if it had never existed. So, there's no system, which is better. I don't want my actions to be defined by a damn screen and missions. And hell, being a Saiyan-Viltrumite, I'm going to be insanely strong.
With this, I'll probably have insane potential. I'll have the pleasure of testing this potential against other monsters of potential like Gohan Beast and Broly. "This is going to be fun."
Then, right after that thought, I see my vision darkening, and it seems it's time for my rebirth. I accept this, eager and with a smile on my face.
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a\n: This is the very first time I've dared to write anything and share it... I so hope it touches someone's heart. I don't speak English, so I relied on artificial intelligence to translate. If anything is wrong, please let me know.