After the Cell Games, Son Gohan was supposed to listen to Chi-Chi and go home to study, letting his talent go to waste until Majin Buu arrived and he regretted it too late.
But in this life, Gohan woke up.
Because another soul now lived in his body: that of a Chinese fan who knew every Dragon Ball storyline.
He knew Buu would come, Beerus would awaken, Frieza would be resurrected, Zamasu would destroy the world, Jiren would dominate the universes, Broly would go berserk, Moro would devour stars, the Shadow Dragons would settle the score, and even Zeno could erase the universe with a single word.
So when Chi-Chi brought out his textbooks, Gohan silently closed his schoolbag.
“Mom, I can study, but first let me beat the universe into submission.”
From then on, the whole tone of the Dragon Ball world changed completely.
Vegeta was still acting proud? Gohan knocked some sense into him with one punch.
Buu hadn’t been resurrected yet? Gohan blocked the door ahead of time.
Frieza had just turned golden? Gohan incinerated him on the spot.
Beerus wanted to destroy Earth? Gohan went head-to-head with the God of Destruction.
The gods were watching the Tournament of Power? Gohan suppressed all Twelve Universes.
In this life, Son Gohan wouldn’t be a bookworm or a mere tool. He wouldn’t wait for his enemies to grow stronger or give villains a second round.
He would become the greatest Saiyan and smash every plot-driven death flag.
Until one day, Zeno raised his hand to delete the save file.
Gohan slowly looked up. “Who said you could touch my universe?”
