The air around Haruko shimmered, and a floating panel formed in front of him.
It wasn't metal, it wasn't glass. It looked like a cloud trapped inside a frame — inside the cloud, shadows of other worlds moved like living pictures.
At the top, words glowed faintly:
Name: ???
Bloodline Universe Vision Link – Active
Haruko narrowed his eyes. "So this is… more than just visions."
The mist twisted, and as he leaned forward, the images became clear.
A thick line of text rolled across the center:
[[ The Bloodline Connected Universe – Past ]]
One cloud shifted and Haruko stopped breathing for a moment. A small boy with spiky hair, short frame, and a brown monkey tail stood on a dirt path grinning.
"…Goku. Kid Goku," Haruko muttered.
Another vision replaced it — a tall, refined man with long black hair, wearing the formal black coat of nobility. Beside him, towering with silver fur and a calm gaze, was a werewolf noble. Noblesse. Rai. The past he had glimpsed in other fragments.
The mist shifted again. A figure larger than moons tore chunks out of a planet. Galactus — his sheer size and presence were suffocating even in vision form. Haruko remembered the dream all too vividly.
Next came a bright island shining under golden sun. Women in armor trained on the beaches, while in the distance, a damaged plane lay on the sand, smoke curling from the engine. Themyscira. The Amazon island from DC's legends. Steve Trevor was already climbing out of the wreckage.
One more shift — the noise rose. Clash after clash lit up an ancient battlefield. Two titans fought so intensely the land reshaped itself — Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, locked in their legendary war.
The Goku vision pulled Haruko's focus back. The panel seemed to react, enlarging the scene until it filled everything.
New text flashed over it:
[ Do you want to go to this world? ]
[ You will have two months to create a significant change. ]
[ Achieve this to earn designated survival points. ]
A bright flicker of light wrapped around Haruko's wrists. Solid weight formed — two arm bracelets made from a strange alloy he didn't recognize.
The panel explained itself:
[ These bracelets are transportation anchors. If either is destroyed, you cannot return to your original world. ]
[ Are you ready to go? ]
Haruko stared at the child Goku in the vision. That world was at its beginning — no world-ending threats yet, but the foundations for all of them. If he made changes early, the butterfly effect could be massive.
"I'm ready," Haruko said at last.
The panel's text flickered one last time.
Confirmed.
Heat surrounded him instantly. But it wasn't painful — it was the same aura he had felt when the Big Phantom appeared in his earlier visions, heavy and endless, like being lifted by something that existed outside reality.
Colors blurred, his body stretched through nothingness.
Land. Sunlight. Breeze.
Haruko's footing hit solid dirt. In front of him stood the boy from the vision — messy-haired, wide-eyed, tail moving lazily behind him. Goku tilted his head, confused.
Then the sound hit — BEEP-BEEP!
A small blue car shot toward them down the dirt road. Goku didn't move. Haruko turned in time to see the driver — a girl with shoulder-length hair and a determined look, hands tight on the wheel.
The brakes squealed but the speed was too high.
Impact.
The car crushed against something solid — him. Haruko's stance held, boots digging into the road until the front hood crumpled like paper.
The girl screamed as the force launched her from the seat, flipping through the air. Haruko reacted instantly, kicking forward with a burst of speed.
Grass flew as he caught her mid-fall — but her momentum pushed them both into a softer patch off the road.
She groaned, opening her eyes. "What… happened? And my car—?"
"Still there," Haruko said, glancing at the smoking hood. "Just not moving."
Goku walked closer, still looking curious. "You didn't even fall down! That was cool!"
The girl sat up quickly, dusting grass from her clothes. "Who even are you two?"
"I could ask the same," Haruko replied, standing and helping her up in one pull. "You were the one driving straight at us."
She let out a frustrated sigh. "I was following my radar… look, never mind. I'm Bulma. And I guess I owe you for saving me from a face-first collision."
Haruko looked at Goku, then back at Bulma. The system's mission lines echoed in his head: two months… significant change… survival points.
The bracelets on his arms felt heavier now, like they were waiting to be tested.
For now, blending in was the smartest move.
"I'm Haruko," he said evenly. "And I think I just found my way into your little journey."
Goku grinned. "Cool! Let's go find some food first."
Bulma threw up her hands. "Food later — Dragon Ball first!"
Haruko followed them onto the dirt path, eyes scanning the surrounding hills. The warmth of the transfer faded, replaced by the weight of new opportunity.
Two months. Change the future. Survive.
And here he was — walking beside Goku on the very first steps of his legend.