If he had had to bet on what would happen after his death, he would never have imagined waking up in the world of Dragon Ball as a ghost equipped with an obscene system.He still remembered his end perfectly. Stabbed to death by the cuckolded husband of one of his many conquests. The woman had sought refuge in his arms, tired of her husband's poor performance… and, true to himself, he had been more than generous, giving her an experience she would not soon forget.
He had lived this life without restraint, never denying himself anything. When he wanted something, he took it without hesitation.
Yet, life had not always been so simple. When he was younger, he had been kidnapped by a prostitution ring and forced to sell his body to wealthy men and women. It was in that hell that he had learned, almost against his will, to understand and satisfy their desires, as well as the art of manipulation.
But fate, capricious as ever, one day offered him an escape. By an almost unreal coincidence, he got hold of a winning lottery ticket. With that money, he bought his freedom and finally pulled himself out of the misery that had trapped him for years.
From that point on, everything changed. Thanks to the connections he had built with his former clients, and by manipulating them, he managed to create an influential network. Money began to flow, more and more easily.
For the first time in his life, he was in control. And everything seemed to indicate that things would only get better.
Time passed, and gradually, boredom set in.
To stave off the monotony, he began seducing numerous women. For someone who had lived the life he had, it was hardly difficult. But soon, it was no longer enough.
So he decided to set his own rules: no more using money or the slightest blackmail. From now on, he would rely solely on his seduction skills.Young women, mature women, neglected wives… none seemed able to resist him.
His guilty pleasure remained, without a doubt, married women. The sensation of betrayal was indescribable to him—a pleasure more intense than any orgasm, a heady mix of danger and transgression.
Yet it was precisely this that led to his downfall.One woman too many. One misjudgment.
This time, it was not a simple adventure without consequences. The husband, burdened by debts and sunk in depression, was already teetering on the edge of the abyss. The betrayal was the final straw.
He had underestimated the danger.And both he and the woman paid the price.
In a final twist of irony, after stabbing his wife and her lover to death, the man slipped on a pool of blood. He lost his balance and, in his fall, smashed his skull against the nightstand.
Lying on the floor, slowly bleeding out, he witnessed the entire scene.And faced with this cruel absurdity of fate… he could only laugh.A weak, broken laugh—but genuine.Embracing death with open arms.
Yet, it was not the end. Just as he thought he had reached death, he awoke in a new world, like some kind of phantom drifting through the void of space.
Before him appeared an interface, called the "Obscenity System." Through it, he discovered that he had transmigrated into the world of Dragon Ball.
However, as a ghost, he could do nothing at first. But he didn't have to wait long before the system offered a solution: it could give him a new body, belonging to a character from another random universe.
With no other choice, he accepted despite the risks of randomness… and initiated the selection.
The interface remained silent for a few seconds.Then, without warning, a wheel appeared before him.Names flashed past his eyes so quickly they were barely visible.Gradually, the names slowed, until it stopped on a single one. That one name brought a smile to his face.
[Congratulations! You have obtained the character template Thragg from Invincible.]
In an instant, a body began to form from the void, right before his eyes. He could see each stage of its creation: first the skeleton, followed by nerves and veins. Then came the muscles, the internal organs… and finally, the skin, not forgetting the indestructible mustache of Freddie Mercury, giving rise to a complete form.
Yet, before he could even finish admiring his new body, he was suddenly absorbed by it, instantly merging with it.
[Initiating fusion process with the new host body.]
[An emergency air bubble was placed around the host and his new body.]
In an instant, a flood of memories, none of which were originally his, poured into his mind. Millennia of experiences passed by at a dizzying speed. It was like living countless lives, even though it all belonged to a single person. He remembered every experience, up to the death of that individual.
The sensation of fusion was overwhelming. Every fiber of his new body seemed to vibrate with an unknown yet infinitely powerful energy. He felt his mind expand, adapting to this new temple of flesh and strength.
He took a deep breath and, for the first time, felt air fill his new lungs. A sense of omnipotence washed over him: he could feel the colossal power coursing through every fiber of his body. It was as if he finally possessed a perfect body, capable of anything.
Pour lui, dont la vie précédente avait été courte, il avait maintenant l'impression d'avoir vécu bien plus en tant que Thragg, héritier de tous ses souvenirs. Son existence passée en tant que John paraissait pâle et insignifiante en comparaison.
À partir de cet instant, il n'était plus John. Il était Thragg, le grand régent de Viltrum.
— "Good…" he murmured, a predatory smile stretching across his lips. "...Let's see what you can do."
Thanks to the memories he had acquired, he already knew how to fly, as if he had always been able to.
However, one crucial memory returned to him:He was in space… and he had absolutely no idea where he was.