Prologue — The Last Breath on Earth
Death did not come with thunder.
It came quietly—
a hospital room, a flatlined monitor, and a mind still awake.
I remember thinking it was unfair.
Not the dying part—everyone dies.
But the timing.
Dragon Ball had taught me that death was temporary. Reversible. A setback.
Reality disagreed.
As the darkness closed in, my final thought was absurdly calm:
If I could choose any world to be reborn into… it would be Dragon Ball. Brutal. Unfair. But honest.
Then the universe answered.