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"I am your personal housekeeper, Roberta. If you need anything at all, you can contact me anytime."
Dressed in a sleek office suit, the woman gave Mason a flawless, professional bow.
Mason only flicked his hand in response, a casual gesture telling her she could leave.
He didn't even look back as he stepped into the villa's front courtyard.
The polished smile on Roberta's face slowly stiffened, then soured.
She had always been confident in her looks and figure. More than that, she knew she had certain… advantages other women didn't. When she learned she'd be serving a young, powerful, and ridiculously handsome "master," her imagination had run wild. She'd pictured something special developing between them.
And yet…
The man hadn't even given her a proper glance.
A spark of irritation flared in her chest. She cursed him inwardly for being completely oblivious to romance, then stormed off in her heels, each sharp step echoing her frustration as she left the estate.
Mason turned his head slightly. His spiritual sense followed her retreating figure with perfect clarity. A cold, dismissive smile tugged at his lips.
He wasn't some naive kid fresh out of the world.
He had seen right through her hints and subtle provocations. Every glance, every tone shift, every carefully measured pause. He understood exactly what she wanted.
He just didn't care.
In the face of absolute power, women, money, status… they were nothing but passing clouds. And this one was clearly the type who wanted to climb the social ladder by clinging to someone stronger. A gold digger looking for a shortcut. Getting involved with someone like that would only bring endless trouble.
"Women only slow down my punches."
He wasn't about to dirty his hands with that kind of distraction.
Mason walked straight into the living room and dropped heavily into the wide, luxurious leather sofa. It swallowed him whole. The high-tech massage system kicked in automatically, precise pressure kneading his muscles from head to toe.
It was a level of indulgence he had never experienced in his previous life.
For a brief second, he felt almost dazed.
"So this… is what power tastes like."
He raised his hand. A thread of purple lightning crackled across his palm, alive and restless. His lightning ability. A physical manifestation of the power he controlled.
He loved this feeling. The sense that everything was within his grasp.
But a sharp clarity rang through his mind like an alarm bell.
All of this comfort came from power. Yet he wasn't invincible. Not even close.
He had to rise. Faster. Higher. Relentlessly.
And the source of that rise lay in one thing alone.
The mysterious platform.
The Multiverse Projection Platform.
It was this system that had turned him from an ordinary man into someone watched by countless worlds. It was the reason he could enjoy everything he had now.
He couldn't afford to slow down.
He knew exactly what he had to become.
The ultimate content creator. A top-tier uploader that would drive beings across infinite dimensions into a frenzy.
As long as he kept producing jaw-dropping videos and broadcasting them into the endless cosmos, everything he wanted, power, wealth, women, status, would fall into his hands.
But the moment he grew complacent, the moment he stopped…
It would all vanish like a mirage.
Mason's eyes sharpened. Without hesitation, he opened the backend interface. While the massage chair worked his muscles into a pleasant numbness, he focused entirely on editing his next video.
Half an hour later, his finger slammed down on the golden "Upload" button.
Across countless universes, every powerful being who followed his account received a notification that felt like the vibration of law itself.
Congratulations!
The uploader you follow, "Supreme Projectionist," has released a new video. Click to view now!
Transforming into a Super Saiyan! Battle power that shakes the heavens! Terrifying the entire dimension!
The message detonated across the multiverse.
For a split second, everyone froze.
Then an uncontrollable urge took over. They clicked.
The projection began.
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"Top Blood-Boiling Battles Across the Multiverse: The Ultimate Cell-Based Lifeform — Cell!"
The moment that explosive title appeared, countless beings were stunned.
Super Saiyan?
What kind of heaven-defying race was that?
Yet in one particular universe, a group of individuals felt something far more complicated than curiosity.
Shock. Unease. Disbelief.
Dragon Ball world.
Inside a lavish imperial spaceship, Frieza was leisurely enjoying an exquisite dessert when the platform's notification popped up. With his usual air of superiority, he opened the video.
The second he saw the title, the self-proclaimed elegant Emperor of the Universe froze solid.
He rubbed his eyes hard, as if suspecting a malfunction in his optical sensors.
But the five words stood out clearly.
Super Saiyan.
"Super Saiyan?! Impossible! Didn't I personally wipe out those filthy monkeys?!"
A chill shot from the base of his spine straight to his skull.
His mind flashed back to years ago, when he single-handedly destroyed Planet Vegeta.
He was certain of it. Super Saiyans had long since become dust in history. There shouldn't be one left in any parallel universe.
Then why?
Why were those words staring back at him from the title?
A surge of danger and curiosity drowned out his appetite. Frieza cast aside his dessert and, without hesitation, sped up the video.
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At the edge of the vast cosmos, inside a small, battered spacecraft, Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa were in the middle of extreme gravity training.
All three froze mid-motion.
"Super Saiyan?!"
Vegeta's pupils shrank. Pride and fervor erupted inside him like magma.
He had never imagined that he would one day see that sacred title, belonging solely to Saiyan blood, appear through some external medium.
Planet Vegeta was gone, reduced to cosmic dust. Only a few of them had survived by sheer coincidence, spared while on missions elsewhere.
"Could it be… that there's still a Super Saiyan alive somewhere? Impossible!"
Training forgotten, the three of them locked their eyes onto the projection screen. Their hearts pounded violently.
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On distant Earth, Son Goku was stretching lazily. He, Chi-Chi, Gohan, and a group of old friends, including Yamcha and Tien, were gathered at Bulma's mansion.
They received the notification too.
"Huh? Super Saiyan? Sounds like a really strong martial artist," Goku said, scratching his head, confusion flickering in his eyes.
But when the video truly began, every Earth warrior present, including Goku himself, fell into stunned silence.
On the screen appeared a face they knew all too well.
"Hey, hey! Goku! Look! Isn't that you?! Your hair… why is it bright gold?!"
Krillin's eyes widened as he pointed at the warrior wreathed in golden aura on the screen, then turned to stare at the equally bewildered Goku beside him.
"Goku! D-don't tell me you picked up some bad habits and dyed your hair like those street punks?!"
Chi-Chi was the most agitated of all. Watching the wild, fierce version of "Son Goku" on screen, she instantly associated it with delinquent brawlers.
"I swear, Chi-Chi! I've never dyed my hair! I don't even know where you'd buy hair dye!"
Goku protested loudly, looking utterly wronged. He insisted he had no idea what was going on with the version of himself on the screen.
"But he looks exactly like you! And you're telling me that's not you?!"
Chi-Chi was on the verge of losing it. Her husband suddenly appearing across the universe in the image of a golden-haired troublemaker was not something she could calmly accept.
Goku felt even more aggrieved.
Yet deep down, he couldn't deny it.
The faint but overwhelming pressure emanating from the screen… it drew him in completely.
The "blond warrior" who looked just like him was terrifyingly strong.For someone who lived and breathed fighting, that was more than enough to set his blood on fire.
On the screen, the image zoomed in.
Son Goku, now in his Super Saiyan form, stepped forward. Each footfall carried a weight that made your chest tighten. He walked up onto the massive arena platform, golden hair blazing, eyes sharp and cold.
Across from him stood a towering humanoid creature, green from head to toe, built like some nightmarish fusion of a mantis and a grasshopper.
Goku's voice rang out.
"I'll take the next match. I'll be your opponent… Cell."
Cell folded his arms over his chest. A smug, almost playful smile tugged at his green face, his tone dripping with mockery.
"So eager to get on stage? I thought you'd wait until all the appetizers were finished before making your grand entrance."
He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing like a viper locking onto its prey.
"Still, that works for me. No need to waste time. Let's end this boring little game as quickly as possible. Don't you agree… Son Goku?"
The provocation cut through the screen like a blade.
In Bulma's living room, where everyone was watching the broadcast, silence fell for a split second before every head slowly turned toward the real Son Goku.
The one currently sitting on the couch.
The one staring at the TV with his mouth hanging open.
"Oh my god!"
"The name's the same, the face is practically a copy-paste twin, even the voice is identical!"
"Except for the gold hair and different eye color, that's just Goku! That's literally him!"
Goku blinked.
Then blinked again.
His brain was completely blank.
What was going on? He had zero memory of ever fighting that giant green bug thing. None. Not even a hint.
"When did I fight that green guy?!" he blurted out.
"And I've never dyed my hair that ridiculous color!"
The atmosphere shifted from shock to full-blown emotional catastrophe in under three seconds.
Chi-Chi snapped.
The iron-willed housewife clutched her face and wailed at a volume that nearly shattered the windows.
"My Goku!!! You've been sneaking off to become a delinquent behind my back?! You dyed your hair and even started wearing colored contacts?!"
Tears poured down her cheeks like a broken dam.
"Goku, how could you fall this far?!"
Krillin, meanwhile, was barely holding it together. A wicked grin crept across his face as he elbowed Goku in the ribs.
"Well, well. Didn't know you were into that kind of thing now, Goku. Living wild, huh? Impressive."
Goku felt so wronged he was about to cough up blood.
"It's not me!" he protested, waving his hands frantically. "I swear I've never dyed my hair! And I seriously don't remember fighting that green monster at all!"
Master Roshi, seated calmly nearby, looked unusually serious.
He stroked his chin, eyes narrowing thoughtfully before turning to Goku.
"Goku… I think that really is you."
The room went quiet again.
Everyone stared at the old master.
Roshi ignored them and continued, voice steady and deliberate.
"And I have a bold guess. The scene in that video isn't from your past… and it's not from now either. It's from the distant future. A brutal battle you're destined to face."
"Future?!"
Goku's pupils shrank. He pointed at himself in disbelief.
"Future?!"
Then his brain latched onto what he apparently considered the real issue.
"Wait! If that's future me… why would I dye my hair?!"
That did it.
Chi-Chi's sanity snapped clean in half.
Her cry went up another octave, teetering on hysterical.
"Waaaah!!! My husband's going to turn into a street punk in the future! Absolutely not! I refuse to allow it!"
She grabbed Goku by the shoulders and shook him.
"You swear right now you'll never dye your hair like that! No becoming some delinquent, ever!"
Roshi didn't even react to her meltdown.
His gaze turned distant, as if he were piecing together something enormous.
A few seconds later, he slowly voiced a theory that sent a chill through the room.
"Based on the video's title… Goku, what if you are the legendary… Super Saiyan?"
Dead silence.
It was as if lightning had struck the living room.
Every pair of eyes snapped to Roshi.
Goku just stood there, pointing at his own nose, utterly stunned.
"Huh? Me??"
"Super Saiyan??"
He waved his hands again, rejecting the idea outright.
"No way! I'm a normal Earthling! How could I be some mythical Super Saiyan or whatever? That sounds made up!"
Roshi looked at him meaningfully and shook his head.
"Goku… I'm afraid you may not be a 'normal' Earthling."
He paused.
"I've never seen any Earthling grow a tail under a full moon… and rampage as a giant ape."
"But…"
"....."