The air smelled like dust and blood.
When Arin opened his eyes, the world above him was bright—too bright. The sun stabbed through the haze of smoke and sand. A cracked helmet rolled beside him, and the sound of shouting echoed from somewhere close.
"Someone call an ambulance! He's still breathing!"
Arin blinked. The words made no sense. His head throbbed, and a sharp pain ran through his chest. He tried to move, but his arms felt heavy, like stone.
He looked around. The place was a construction site—half-finished walls, steel bars, and workers running in panic. Dust filled the air like fog.
Where… am I?
He remembered only fragments. The last thing he saw before everything went black was a flash of light—a marble-sized meteorite falling straight toward him.
Then nothing.
Now he was lying on cracked ground, in someone else's body.
He could feel it—this wasn't his body. His skin tone was darker, his hands rougher, nails broken from work. His muscles were built from labor, not training.
"Hey! You okay?!" someone shouted, rushing to his side.
Arin blinked again, forcing himself to sit up. His ribs screamed in pain, but somehow, the wound didn't feel deadly.
"I'm… fine," he muttered automatically.
The man beside him froze. "What the hell—? You were dead a second ago!"
Arin looked at his hands. There was dried blood, but the cuts were already closing—skin knitting itself back together before his eyes.
He didn't respond. The more he tried to remember, the stranger it became.
His old world… his mother… the accident… the goddess.
Ru… that's right. She said something about a war. About reincarnation.
He touched his head, and in that instant, a voice echoed softly inside his mind—calm, mechanical, emotionless.
[Blackstar System Activated]
[Initializing Status Interface...]
Arin froze. The voice wasn't human it was inside him.
Then a faint blue screen appeared in front of his eyes, transparent and floating in the air.
[Status Window]
Name: Arin
Nickname: Blackstar
Race: Human
Origin: Earth (Parallel Dimension)
Qi Level: 10
Combat Power (CP): 10
Lifespan: ∞
Skill Unlocked: Hidden (Lv. 1) — Conceals your power from detection.
System Function: Passive Growth (+1 CP / +1 Qi per second)
He stared at it in silence.
A digital screen.
In the Dragon Ball world.
A moment later, the System continued.
[System Notice:]
Passive growth begins.
+1 CP per second
+1 Qi per second
He didn't even have time to react before the pain in his chest vanished completely. His ribs straightened, his breathing steadied. The air felt cleaner now, sharper like every breath carried energy.
The man beside him stumbled back, eyes wide. "You… you're healing?!"
Arin got to his feet slowly. He wasn't bleeding anymore. The dust around him cleared as if pushed away by invisible wind.
He looked around the site. The ground was cracked where he had fallen like something had punched the earth from above.
The workers were whispering.
"Did he just stand up?"
"He was dead, right?"
"No pulse a minute ago…"
Arin ignored them. He glanced at the fading hologram again and muttered quietly, "Blackstar System… huh?"
The word "Blackstar" pulsed faintly. Maybe it was because of the meteorite the same one that killed him. Whatever it was, it felt alive inside him, like a heart beating beneath his soul.
He closed the window, and it vanished instantly.
That evening, the site was closed for inspection. No one could explain what happened.
A section of the scaffolding had collapsed, killing one worker instantly. His name was Aru, 18 years old, working part-time to support his sick mother.
Arin stood outside the cordoned area, watching the flashing lights. In a way, it felt wrong—he was standing in the body of someone whose life had just ended.
Sorry, kid, he thought quietly. But I need this chance.
He turned away and walked toward the main street.
By nightfall, Arin was sitting on a park bench under a flickering streetlight.
He had found the boy's ID card and a half-used wallet, some cash, a metro card, and a folded photo of his mother smiling weakly from a hospital bed.
Arin stared at it for a long time. The memory of his own mother flickered across his mind. her anger, her fists, her curses.
He crushed the photo in his fist and sighed.
Different world, same pain.
Then the voice spoke again.
[System Notice:]
Skill Unlocked: Hidden (Lv. 1) Active — Power concealed from detection.
Description: Hides Combat Power and Qi from others. Effective against lower beings and early-stage energy sensors.
Arin blinked. "So… it can hide me?"
He focused briefly on the command. "Activate Hidden."
The moment he said it, the faint pressure of his energy—something he hadn't even noticed—vanished completely. He felt lighter, invisible.
He smiled faintly. "That'll make things easier."
For the next few days, he lived quietly.
He took Aru's job, blending in as if nothing happened.
The other workers thought he'd just survived miraculously.
He didn't correct them.
Each day passed like any other breakfast, work, rest.
But underneath it all, numbers kept rising silently, second by second.
When he looked again after the first full day, the System displayed:
CP: 86,467
Qi: 86,467
He nearly dropped his lunch.
He hadn't trained, hadn't fought, hadn't even focused—and yet, his power was growing endlessly.
By the end of the week, while he was carrying cement bags at the site, he whispered under his breath:
"Status."
The window appeared again.
[Blackstar System: Status]
Name: Arin
Race: Human
Origin: Earth (Parallel Dimension)
Qi Level: 604,936
Combat Power (CP): 604,936
Lifespan: ∞
Skill: Hidden (Lv. 1) [Active]
System Function: Passive Growth (+1 CP/Qi per sec)
Arin stared at the glowing digits, his expression unreadable.
Six hundred thousand in one week. At this rate… what happens in a year?
He tried not to think about it. The more he looked, the stranger it felt—like the numbers didn't belong to a human at all.
Still, he was glad for one thing: his "Hidden" skill worked. No one—neither human nor machine—noticed anything strange about him. His aura stayed calm, completely sealed.
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That night, after work, he sat at the edge of the construction site, watching the stars.
It was quiet.
The city lights reflected on the metal beams like tiny suns.
He thought about the goddess—Ru.
Her words came back in fragments.
> "War is reaching its peak. You will be sent away for your remaining time…"
Remaining time, he thought.
He looked at his status again.
Lifespan: ∞
"What's that supposed to mean?" he murmured. "How can there be no end?"
The System didn't answer. It never did. It only pulsed softly, showing the infinity symbol like an unblinking eye.
Arin leaned back, closing his eyes. "Fine. Keep your secrets. I'll find them myself."
Somewhere far above, beyond the clouds and galaxies, unseen forces stirred.
But Arin didn't know that yet.
For now, he was just a quiet worker, living day by day in a world filled with gods his power ticking upward, second by second.
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End of Chapter 1
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