In a dark corner of the abandoned annex, Mira sat clutching a simple food bowl, her hands trembling—not from the cold, but from the sheer awe the place commanded. Mira, a maid who had spent her life serving the Godo family, was nothing more than an ordinary cultivator, stuck at the third level of the Qi Condensation Realm for decades. Yet, she had witnessed what the Emperors of this world had not.
[The Cursed Memory: The Contraction of Space]
Mira spoke to herself, tears welling in her eyes:
"Ten years ago, I witnessed the birth of the infant Nyuro. It was no ordinary birth... I saw with my own eyes the space around the room contracting and expanding like a breathing lung. I felt the very walls of the palace groan under an invisible pressure. And when Arkan Godo, the great Clan Head, came and examined him coldly, he uttered that word which struck me like a thunderbolt: 'Trash'."
She sighed bitterly: "At that moment, I felt a sense of injustice fill my chest. How could this entity that shook the foundations of space be trash? But I was just a maid, and I took on the responsibility of caring for him in this cursed exile."
The Ten Years: The Growth of a Monster
"But what happened next... was not human," Mira continued, looking toward Nyuro's closed door. "In his first year, he began training in a suicidal manner. He wasn't using the 'Qi' we know; there was no flow of spiritual energy. There was something else... something primal."
Mira recalled scenes that had nearly stopped her heart:
"I saw him in his early years shattering solid rock with his bare hands, without any effort. And in moments of rage or focus, the impossible would happen... his blue hair would explode into a brilliant gold, and blue lightning would erupt from his body, tearing through the air. There were no 'energy veins' in his body, yet he possessed a strength that made Foundation Establishment cultivators look like children before him."
Fear and Loyalty
"I know the truth that everyone in the palace is ignorant of," Mira whispered, placing the bowl on the ground. "They think he lives in shame, while he is forging a sun inside this basement. Sometimes I hear the voice of a strange woman speaking with him (Android 18), and I feel a pressure of energy that makes me want to drop to my knees."
Mira looked at her trembling hands: "I am just a third-level maid, but I know for certain... the day Nyuro steps out of this room, this palace will find no walls to protect it from his wrath. You exiled a 'God' and thought him 'Trash,' and now the time of a reckoning you cannot fathom has come."
Android 18 stood in the corner of the darkened room, her glowing blue eyes watching Nyuro as he meditated. Behind her cold, beautiful features lay a whirlwind of memories that did not belong to this world.
[From Gero's Labs to Cell's Nightmare]
18 spoke within the depths of her complex electronic mind:
"I remember Dr. Gero's screams... I remember the tubes and fluids that forged my enhanced body. My brother 17 and I thought we were the masters of the world after we crushed our creator and claimed our freedom. We lived through two months of chaos, until that nightmare named Cell appeared."
Her mechanical frame shuddered slightly at the memory: "He swallowed 17 before my eyes, then he swallowed me... I felt the darkness and nothingness, thinking my existence had ended under the weight of that green monster's energy. But suddenly, the darkness vanished, and I found myself in a strange place, the air thick with incense and primal spiritual energy."
The First Encounter: The Infant King
"Before my eyes, I saw a small child," 18 continued, gazing at the current Nyuro. "My instincts and combat programming, which had never submitted to anyone, screamed within me with terrifying clarity: 'This is your master.' At first, I felt humiliated; I, the warrior who terrified the Z-Fighters, submitting to a child?"
But her pride quickly shattered against the reality:
"When he began to train, I saw a power that even the monsters of my world did not possess. His small body stores a pure 'Ki' that is absurdly terrifying. Yet, he was not arrogant... he told me coldly that in this world, the world of cultivators, we are nothing but 'ants' before the Emperors who rule with a single word."
The New Mission: Forging a God
"My purpose has changed since that moment," 18 said, clenching her fist. "I am now at 22 Billion Ki, and he is at 6.3 Billion Ki with the immortality of Zamasu. We do not train merely to be the strongest, but to be the 'Glitch' that shatters the laws of this strange universe. I am not just a guardian; I am the weapon that will hone him until he transcends the limits of both mortals and machines."
She looked toward the door with an icy smile: "The cultivators of this world boast of thousands of years of cultivation... they have no idea that a machine of destruction and an immortal Saiyan are growing in their basement, and that we will burn the 'Dao' of the Heavens with the flames of the Kaioken."