Sunlight. Beaches. A luxury cruise liner.
Laughter from young women filled the ship, the air soaked in indulgence and excess.
Yet inside the training room, a towering, heavily built man stood alone, hammering a punching bag with relentless force, completely indifferent to the temptations outside.
His name was Mr. Satan.
The world he lived in was Dragon Ball Z, set shortly after the Cell Games.
At this point, Mr. Satan was already hailed as the world's greatest hero. Wealth beyond measure, fame without equal, surrounded by admirers. By all appearances, he was the ultimate winner in life.
But no one knew the truth.
This Mr. Satan was no longer the original.
Inside him now lived memories from another world.
It all began the moment Cell sent him flying hundreds of meters with a single punch, smashing him into a mountain. From that instant on, those foreign memories surfaced… along with something else.
A system.
A War God System.
Ding!
How can a War God not be the protagonist? Defeat the original main character!
Reward: Space-Time Gate
Watching Goku gather a Kamehameha in the sky, only to vanish with Instant Transmission and obliterate Cell in an instant, Mr. Satan could only let out a dry laugh.
Yeah… right.
He chose to give up.
Better to follow the original storyline and live as a wealthy, carefree celebrity. Money, power, reputation, women. Why risk everything for some ridiculous "Space-Time Gate"?
But reality had a cruel sense of humor.
This was a hot-blooded, all-ages shonen world.
Bang. Bang.
Mr. Satan punched the diamond-studded sandbag expressionlessly. His once wild afro had been shaved into a clean, hardened buzz cut. His powerful physique was the result of years of relentless training.
He didn't chase women. Didn't play games. His money was endless.
All he had left… was training.
Do you even understand what an all-ages shonen world means?
It means even the most basic desires are filtered away.
No entertainment industry to speak of. No indulgence. Only training gives any sense of progress.
Men and women confirm relationships with a simple embrace, then pray to the Dragon God for children.
That's it.
Bang!
With a single punch, the expensive sandbag exploded, sand scattering everywhere.
Mr. Satan sighed, stepping into the shower and letting the steam swallow him whole.
This life had dragged on for years.
Women came at his beck and call. Yet all he could do was hug them, brush against them. Nothing more. Nothing real.
The frustration had reached its limit.
He was sick of this neutered world.
Money?
What good was money?
Just meaningless numbers.
"Mr. Satan, Miss Videl has arrived."
A bald bodyguard spoke respectfully outside the shower room.
Mr. Satan waved a hand casually.
"Let her in."
The training room doors burst open.
A lively young girl with twin pigtails strode in, carrying a case. She was vibrant, energetic, dressed in a white shirt and shorts that showed off her long, fair legs.
Videl.
"Dad, at least finish your shower first!"
She froze slightly at the sight of him still bathing, her cheeks flushing red.
"What's the problem?"
Mr. Satan replied flatly, shutting off the water. He grabbed a towel and walked out without a care.
In a world like this, everything was censored anyway. What was there to hide?
Videl turned away in embarrassment, stomping her foot before thrusting the case toward him.
"Have some shame!"
"Here! The Dragon Balls you wanted. I spent a fortune gathering them. Now put on some clothes!"
Mr. Satan took the clothes calmly and began dressing, fully aware of Videl sneaking glances at him.
She stared at his sculpted muscles, momentarily entranced.
Dad is amazing… already the strongest in the world, and still working this hard. If only I could touch those muscles…
Wait, what am I thinking?!
"Ran out of allowance?"
Mr. Satan asked casually, patting her head.
"That's not it!"
Videl snapped, her face burning, before lowering her voice and changing the subject.
"Then why do you still train so hard? You're already the strongest in the world."
"The strongest?"
Mr. Satan let out a self-mocking chuckle.
Even after all his training, he could only defeat ordinary humans.
He was still just that.
An ordinary man with limited talent.
His power level wouldn't even exceed 200.
He had once sought out Master Roshi to learn how to use Ki, but his talent was simply too poor. He couldn't even grasp the basics, let alone grow stronger.
That was why he abandoned the system's mission entirely.
There was no hope.
He couldn't even use Ki. How could he possibly defeat Goku?
A joke.
"Go have fun. I'll give you a million for spending money."
Mr. Satan ruffled her hair, offering no further explanation. In fact, he didn't want her getting involved with Gohan at all.
That world was too dangerous.
Better she lived as a carefree rich girl.
"Hmph. You always brush me off."
Videl puffed her cheeks and stormed out.
Watching her leave, Mr. Satan walked to the rear deck of the ship. He opened the case, staring at the glowing orbs inside.
The Dragon Balls.
Objects capable of granting any wish.
He took a deep breath.
"Dragon Balls… you're my last hope. If even you can't change this… I'd rather die."
"Come forth, Shenron!"
The sky darkened instantly.
A thunderous roar echoed as a colossal dragon materialized.
"Human. State your wishes. I can grant any three."
Shenron hovered before him, divine and overwhelming.
Mr. Satan swallowed hard, thoughts racing.
Shenron had limits.
Becoming stronger than Goku instantly was impossible.
Even wishing for a Saiyan body wouldn't help. His talent was too poor. He'd still be crushed.
That left only one path.
"I don't want this all-ages world anymore!"
"Make me a real man!"
Mr. Satan roared at the sky.
This damn world… change!
"As you wish."
Shenron's eyes glowed.
A vast, incomprehensible energy surged into Mr. Satan's body. His soul seemed to lift, his entire being flooded with power from another dimension.
Ding!
Massive energy acquired. System evolving based on host's desires.
Congratulations! You have obtained the Bull Coin Shop!
Bull Coin acquisition method: Give items to females with a rating of 90 or above to receive cashback in Bull Coins. Value is calculated using the Dragon Ball currency "Zeni."
"!!!"
"Ten million Zeni removes censorship from one person? Twenty million means full access? And one Zeni converts into one power level?"
"Are you kidding me? This cheap?!"
"This… this is my real cheat!"
"You finally showed up!"
Mr. Satan threw his head back and laughed wildly.
Under the shocked gazes of guards and onlookers rushing over, he spread his arms…
…and collapsed onto the deck.