National Destiny Narrative: You Picked Beast Gohan?

I transmigrated into a world of national destiny and was bound as the Dragon Nation's narrator.

The think tank sent me a three-hundred-page plan for a "perfect hero": precocious in childhood, a saint by adulthood, and never a failure.

I skimmed it and rejected it outright. "This is garbage. Nobody's going to cry over this."

On a global livestream, I presented my own story:

Four-year-old Sun Gohan was shoved into a spaceship, screaming until his combat power skyrocketed;

Piccolo abandoned him in the wilderness, but secretly kept watch from the clouds. "He stopped crying."

The comments called me crazy: "You're writing a crying little kid as a hero?"

I ignored them.

I kept writing.

He called out, "Uncle Piccolo". From then on, that son of a demon king learned to cover a cold child with his cape.

He knelt before Android 16's shattered head, and his emotions exploded in that instant. He transformed into a Super Saiyan 2.

His silver hair shot skyward, and one punch shattered Perfect Cell.

The global resonance value reached its maximum. The System's verdict: Unclassifiable.

The leading scholar from the United States slammed the table. "This is emotional contagion! It must be banned!"

I opened Vegeta's chapter and smiled. "Contagion? I have other characters, too."