The final five months passed like eons of systematic torture. The second year concluded to the very second and minute, and Nyuro was now exactly two years old. Inside the dark servants' annex, the infant's body trembled—not from cold, but from an internal pressure that threatened to burst his veins.
Through his suicidal physical training, he had reached a level no human of his age had ever attained.
[System Interface - Status Update: Year Two Complete]
Age: 2 Years (Exactly).
Base Physical Power: 746. (You have crushed the average human baseline of "5").
Energy Status: 100 Million Ki unlocked.
Warning: Attempting to merge energy... FAILED! * Reason: Host vessel (body) is too small and hormonally immature. Consuming 100 Million Ki now would result in your total erasure. You can currently utilize only 0.001% of the total capacity.
An Existential Dialogue: Why Me?
As Nyuro panted, his golden eyes flashing with a non-human light, he summoned the System into the depths of his consciousness. This time, his question was deeper than mere power stats.
"System... answer me honestly," Nyuro thought bitterly, looking at his small hands. "Why me? Why was I chosen to be reborn in this cursed cultivation world? And why give me a 'Dragon Ball' system when, in my previous life, I was just 'trash'—worthless? Someone like me never even dreamed of a normal life, so how did I end up carrying power that destroys planets?"
The System replied with its cold, robotic voice, yet with a tone that seemed to carry a cosmic echo:
[System]: "Coincidence, Nyuro. Existence does not always choose 'Heroes'; sometimes it chooses 'Trash' because they possess the most savage will to survive. The cultivation world relies on rules and boundaries; the Dragon Ball system relies on breaking them. You were placed here to be the 'Glitch' in this systematic order. There is no divine reason—you were simply in the wrong place... or perhaps, exactly the right one."
The Twenty-Year Resolve
Nyuro looked at the walls of his room, which now felt suffocating. The power surging through his body, though he could not use it all, made his senses so sharp that he could hear the heartbeats of the guards in the main palace.
"So, I am just a coincidence... a glitch in the matrix of this world," Nyuro smiled, a cold and terrifying smile that did not belong on a two-year-old. "Fine. If my small body is the obstacle, then patience shall be my weapon."
Nyuro addressed the System firmly: "System, devise a 'Hell Training' plan. I will not leave this annex, I will not be seen by anyone, and I will not step into the light until I am 20 years old. I will spend eighteen more years in this silent hell. I will turn this small body into a steel frame capable of enduring the full 100 Million Ki."
[System]: "Request accepted. Hell Training Mode: ACTIVATED. Internal gravity pressure on your cells will be doubled incrementally. Prepare yourself, Nyuro... the coming years will make what you have endured look like a walk in the park."
The Silent Covenant
Mira entered the room to find Nyuro sitting in a meditative posture. She felt a terrifying aura radiating from him—an aura that made the hair on her arms stand up in fear without knowing why. Nyuro no longer looked at her as a child needing protection, but as a king waiting to reclaim his throne.
"Mira..." Nyuro spoke in a calm, eerily steady voice. "From today... bring only a little food. I will be busy... for a very long time."
Nyuro closed his eyes and took the first steps of his Hell Training. The 746 power level was merely a spark, the 100 million was the fuel, and the next eighteen years would be the forge in which the strongest warrior the cultivation world had ever known would be hammered out—far from his father's eyes, and far from the world system that rejected him.
Shall we proceed to the Great Time Skip? Or would you like to detail the beginning of the Hell Training?