The morning mist clung to the surface of the Lake of Life, shimmering in the pale light. Mame stood on the shore, his tail twitching rhythmically behind him. It felt as natural as a fifth limb, balancing his weight and reacting to his every emotion.
Er Ming leaned forward, his massive golden eyes focusing intently on that furry brown appendage. He let out a low, inquisitive rumble, pointing a massive finger toward Mame's waist.
"The tail," Da Ming's telepathic voice echoed, rippling with curiosity. "In all my years, I have seen many things, but a human growing a beast's limb is... unusual. Is it a manifestation of your Martial Soul, or has your body truly changed?"
Mame looked down at the tail, then back at the Kings. "I... I don't really know," he admitted. "Everything feels different now. It's like the boundary between me and my spirit has blurred."
He closed his eyes, attempting to perform the standard summoning he had been taught at the academy. "Come out, Brown Monkey," he whispered, focusing on the center of his palm where his soul usually manifested.
He waited for the familiar pop of the scrawny macaque. But nothing happened.
Instead of a physical spirit appearing beside him, a sudden, violent surge of heat erupted from his marrow. A colossal, flickering shadow—the silhouette of a towering, fanged ape—flared up behind him for a fraction of a second, its red eyes glowing through the mist. The ground beneath Mame's feet cracked from the sheer pressure of his aura, but the spirit remained inside him, refusing to separate.
Mame gasped, stumbling back as the shadow vanished. "It won't come out. It's like... it's locked inside my bones."
Da Ming watched this with growing intensity, his massive coils tightening in the water. He lowered his head, his cyan eyes scanning Mame's body with a depth of perception that saw through muscle and bone, right down to the boy's very essence.
"Incredible," Da Ming breathed, his voice vibrating with awe. "The herbs... I used too much, yet it was exactly what was needed. Little one, do you realize what you have become?"
Mame looked up, confused. "What am I?"
Da Ming let out a sudden, booming laugh that sounded like crashing thunder. "A miracle, Mame! A true miracle of the heavens!" The great serpent circled Mame, his scales shimmering. "I have seen the children of hundred-thousand-year beasts and humans before. When a beast takes human form and bears a child, that child is born human, possessing the beast as a mere Martial Soul. They are human in body, beast only in heritage.
"But you..." Da Ming's eyes gleamed with a predatory, ancient joy. "During your transformation, the raw energy and the massive influx of my medicinal herbs forced a total cellular collapse and reconstruction. Your Martial Soul didn't just evolve; it fused with your DNA. You are no longer just a human holding a spirit."
Er Ming grunted, a look of profound realization crossing his face as he stared at Mame.
"You are a true hybrid," Da Ming continued, his laughter echoing across the lake. "You possess the flexible, inventive mind of a human and the indestructible, evolving physical shell of a King Beast. You don't summon your spirit because you are the spirit. Every drop of your blood, every strand of your hair, and that tail—they are all part of a single, unified existence. HAHAHAHA! The Spirit Hall spent centuries trying to understand the limits of souls, and here you are, a walking middle finger to all their logic!"
Mame looked at his hands, then at his tail. He felt the truth in Da Ming's words. He didn't feel like a Spirit Master anymore; he felt like a predator. A warrior whose soul was his weapon and his body was the blade.
"You are the best of both worlds," Da Ming finished, his voice turning serious. "A human who can cultivate like a man, but with the innate growth and ferocity of a beast. If the world outside ever finds out what you are, they will fear you more than they fear us."
Mame clenched his fists, a wild, purple-and-silver light flickering in his eyes. The modern soul within him grinned. A hybrid? No... in the language of my old world, I'm just a Saiyan who finally found his tail.
"Let them fear me then," Mame said, his tail snapping sharply against the ground. "I'm ready to start. If I'm a miracle, then I'm going to be the most dangerous miracle this forest has ever seen."
The Training of a King
The next three years were a blur of violence, growth, and the scent of ozone.
Under the watchful eye of Da Ming, Er Ming became Mame's primary sparring partner. It was a brutal education. Er Ming didn't pull his punches; he fought with the crushing weight of mountains. Every day, Mame was smashed into the earth, his bones broken and his lungs collapsed, only to have his Saiyan biology scream in defiance, healing him stronger, faster, and denser than before.
But the physical training was only half the battle. The true challenge was the Full Moon.
Through trial and error, they discovered that the silver orb in the sky acted as a catalyst for Mame's fused soul. The first time the moon reached its peak, the Oozaru erupted without warning. Mame became a mindless engine of destruction, nearly leveling a square mile of the inner forest before Er Ming could pin him down.
By the third year, Mame's fused consciousness finally held the reins. During a night of the pale moon, he looked at the silver light and didn't see a trigger for madness—he saw a source of power. He had conquered the beast within.
The Departure
Mame was now eleven years old. He no longer looked like the malnourished slum rat from Nuoding. He was tall, his body lean and packed with corded, explosive muscle. His wild hair—a mane of black and purple with silver highlights—reached his shoulder blades. His tail was thick and powerful, coiled around his waist like a belt.
He stood at the edge of the Lake of Life, wearing simple clothes fashioned from high-level beast hides. It was time to return to the human world.
"You are ready," Da Ming's telepathic voice boomed. "But before you go, there is a request we must make. A sister of ours left this forest years ago. She is a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit who took human form. Her name is Xiao Wu. She is innocent, and we cannot leave this forest to watch over her."
Da Ming's massive head swayed sadly. "We do not know where she is now. The human world is vast, and she has likely moved far from where she first entered. If you ever find her, Mame... protect her."
Mame froze. The name Xiao Wu hit him like a lightning bolt.
Xiao Wu... the bunny girl from Nuoding?
Internally, Mame's modern soul let out a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush. Are you kidding me?! he shouted at himself. I lived next to her for two years! I knew she was a 'Soft Bone Rabbit' from the anime, and I was so caught up in my own suffering and the 'trash' soul drama that I didn't even make the connection!
He felt like an idiot. The memories were right there—the long braid, the pink clothes, the carrots. She was the only one who hadn't treated him like garbage, and he had been too traumatized to realize he was standing next to one of the most important characters in this world's history.
"I know her," Mame said aloud, his voice thick with a mix of warmth and self-reproach. "The little rabbit girl from Nuoding Academy. She was the only person in that whole school who was actually kind to me."
The two Kings of the Forest froze. The air around the lake turned perfectly still.
"You... you know our sister?" Da Ming asked, his voice rippling with profound shock. "How is this possible?"
"She was a working student at the same school I was expelled from," Mame explained, his eyes hardening with determination. "I didn't realize who she truly was back then, but I'll never forget her face. You don't know where she is, but I have a feeling I know where she's heading. People with her talent don't stay in small cities for long."
He thought of the timeline. If he was eleven, Xiao Wu and Tang San would be heading toward Suotou City soon to find that "monastery" of a school—Shrek Academy.
"The thread of fate is truly strange," Da Ming whispered, a sense of profound relief washing over him. "If you already have a bond with her, then the heavens have chosen you. Go, Mame. Find her. If any human tries to harm her, show them why you are the King of this Forest."
Mame tightened the straps of his hide boots. "I don't need a request for that," he said, his tail snapping sharply against his leg. "She's the only person from my past worth protecting. I'm going to find her, and I'm going to make sure no one ever looks at her like 'prey' again."
Er Ming stepped forward, offering his massive, calloused hand. It smelled of damp earth and ancient moss. He scooped Mame up with surprising gentleness, tucking the boy deep into the thick, wiry fur near his shoulder to obscure his presence.
With a thunderous leap that shattered the ground beneath him, Er Ming blurred into a shadow. He didn't head deeper into the core; he moved toward the outskirts, skirting the territories of the ten-thousand-year beasts who knew better than to challenge him. Within an hour, the dense, oppressive aura of the Great Star Dou Forest began to thin.
Near a jagged cliffside miles away from the usual scouting paths of Spirit Hall, Er Ming stopped. He set Mame down, gave a low, vibrating huff—a warning and a farewell—and vanished back into the treeline like a mountain-sized ghost.
The Blueprint
Mame didn't waste a second. He scrambled up the cliff, found a narrow fissure hidden behind a curtain of thorny briars, and squeezed through. Inside, it was cold, dry, and silent. He heaved a heavy boulder over the entrance, wedged it tight, and finally let out the breath he'd been holding.
"Alright," Mame whispered, his eyes gleaming in the dark. "Tang San thinks he's the only one with a script. Let's see how he likes it when the world's best 'trash' and 'hidden' treasures start disappearing before he even learns to make a needle."
He pulled a piece of charcoal from his pack and began scratching notes onto the cave wall. But as he wrote, his modern mind began to race, calculating the true implications of his mutated DNA. He wasn't just bringing future technology to the past. By synthesizing the power systems of the Multiverse, he was realizing that he wasn't just a Spirit Master anymore.
He was a Singularity.
He was taking the Gohan path—unleashing a primal, "Beast" evolution that didn't rely on divine favor, but on pure, latent hybrid potential. He pressed harder with the charcoal, finalizing his Multiversal Skill Lexicon, categorized by how these concepts would interact with his newly forged Rank 31 body.
1. The Body: Physical & Biological Hacks
Refining the Saiyan shell using the logic of Haki, Hierro, and Dragon Force.
Iron-Will Armor: By coating his skin in high-density Soul Power, his flesh turns a metallic, obsidian black. It doesn't just block physical hits; it creates a "rebound" effect that shatters weaker weapons—like hidden needles—upon contact.
Dragon-Ape Force: He can "eat" external energy sources like fire, lightning, or raw soul power to replenish stamina and enter a Dragon Force state. His scales and fur merge, rendering him immune to the element he just consumed.
Zenkai Overdrive: The more damage he takes, the more his "Cosmic Core" accelerates. He converts pain directly into Soul Power, meaning he grows faster and stronger the longer a fight drags on.
2. The Mind: Perception & Domain Mastery
Harnessing Ultra Instinct, Observation Haki, and the Spirit Sea.
Void Instinct: Connected to his first ring's void essence. He doesn't need to "think" to dodge; his body reacts to the "heat" of an enemy's intent. He can dodge Tang San's Ghost Perplexing Track with his eyes closed and his hands in his pockets.
Conqueror's Pressure: He can release a massive burst of his Soul Power that physically weighs down opponents. Weak-willed Spirit Masters below Rank 20 will simply pass out, while higher-level ones will feel like they are submerged in the deep ocean.
Soul-Link: He can "lock on" to a specific soul signature from miles away, tracking locations through walls, mountains, or even dimensional barriers.
3. The Spirit: Energy & Offensive Techniques
Substituting traditional "Soul Power" reliance with Ki, Cero, and Dragon Roars.
The "Beast" Cero: Instead of a standard beam, Mame fires a white-and-purple blast of pure, condensed destruction from his mouth or palms. It has the piercing power of a Special Beam Cannon but the explosive radius of a Cero Metralleta.
Dimensional Flash: By folding space using his void essence, Mame can move instantly. Unlike physical speed techniques, this is true teleportation.
The "Sun-Ape" Bankai: Because Mame is "fused" with his Martial Soul, he doesn't summon a weapon. He "releases" his own body. In his Shikai state, his fur glows golden, tripling his physical stats. In his Bankai state, he enters Beast Mode: his hair turns silver-white, his eyes glow red, and his aura becomes so dense it creates a localized gravity field.
The Paradigm Shift
Mame stepped back, looking at the comparison between his path and the so-called "genius" of this era.
Tang San (Ancient Era) Mame (Multiversal Era)
Defense Mysterious Jade Hands (External) Iron-Will Armor (Biological/Internal)
Movement Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track Dimensional Blink (Instant Travel)
Recovery Mysterious Heaven Breathing Zenkai Core (Damage-to-Power)
Finisher Hidden Weapons / Godly Crossbow Beast Cero (High-Density Erasure)
SensingPurple Demon Eye (Visual) Void Instinct (Total Sensory Awareness)
Mame stood in the center of the cave, his aura fluctuating. The density of his power was no longer measured by arbitrary Spirit Hall ranks; it was measured by the stability of his Singularity Core. His mind automatically processed the math of his existence:
He felt the "Beast" flickering within him—a power that didn't come from an arrogant god or a hunted spirit beast, but from his own absolute defiance.
"I have the body of a King Ape, the mind of a Void Specter, and the techniques of every legend I ever read about," Mame said, his tail snapping sharply behind him, breaking the sound barrier with a sharp crack. "Tang San is still a frog in a well. I'm the ocean he doesn't even know exists."
He looked at the charcoal map one last time, burning the blueprint into his memory. It was time to leave the shadows and start the heist that would cripple the future Tang Sect before it was even born.
He drew his fist back, his knuckles turning a shining, metallic black. With a single, un-ringed punch, he shattered the heavy boulder blocking the cave entrance, the shockwave obliterating the briars outside into a cloud of fine dust.
The Monkey King was coming for his debt.