A/N: You might not see a new chapter for some time as I am preparing to set up my Patreon page. When it has enough extra chapters, like 5 for now, I will upload a new chapter here. When I am ready to share my Patreon, it will have like 50+ chapters for you guys to enjoy. I just hope that it won't take too long.
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Jin stirred awake on the cold, featureless floor of the endless white expanse. His body ached—each muscle screaming from the strain of the Body Double technique. Sitting up slowly, he pressed a hand to his side and exhaled.
"…Damn… the Body Double technique really takes its toll," he muttered, wincing as he stretched his shoulders.
For a long moment, he simply sat in the silence, the blank horizon stretching around him like eternity. Then his gaze dropped, thoughtful.
"Ever since my wish to the Celestial Dragon, everything's been chaos. I never had a chance to stop and think about what I got from the wish… but now, in this silence, I finally can. Maybe it's time I take a closer look at that Mind Palace that the dragon gifted. Is that an artifact? A technique? I will find out soon enough."
Closing his eyes, Jin drew a slow breath and sank inward—toward the secret mark burned into his mind by the dragon itself. His consciousness shifted, descending into his Mind Space
Inside his mind space, stretched a boundless lake, its waters impossibly still, mirroring an endless white sky. Each step Jin took across its glasslike surface left soft ripples that echoed outward, distorting the perfection.
At the center hovered a crystalline shard, glowing faintly with a rhythm like a beating heart. Drawn to it, Jin advanced until he stood directly before it. He reached out, fingers brushing its smooth surface—instantly, the crystal dissolved into light and sank into his chest.
Knowledge flooded him in a rush, not spoken but remembered—as if the truth had always been buried within him. The purpose of the Mind Palace, its endless depths, and the ways to wield it for growth all became clear.
Jin exhaled, a wry smile tugging at his lips."I thought there'd be a vast library or something, stacked with dusty tomes. Didn't expect it to be like this… Even if I'd known about this Mind Palace technique, mastering it would've taken me years. Maybe even decades."
Closing his eyes, he focused—and when they opened again, a floating book appeared before him, bound in silver light. Its title glowed faintly: The Biology of all Saiyan variants.
Reaching for it, he felt its weight, not of paper, but of history long forgotten. Buried in the dust.
Back in reality, Jin's eyes flickered open. A small grin tugged at his lips as he murmured:
"…So that's the truth behind the Saiyan forms. They're not false imitations of Super Saiyan at all. The form I've been chasing is simply the ultimate version—one that makes the others seem incomplete by comparison. I mistook them for fakes… but they were only steps."
Saiyans — A warrior race with the gift of boundless potential: the ability to grow stronger with every battle. Yet that potential remains shackled unless they transcend the limits of mortality and ascend into a higher existence.
Those who achieve such transcendence are no longer bound to flesh. Their strength is not limited to their body alone; even if their form is destroyed or stolen, their power cannot be taken.
To their enemies, the stolen body would be nothing more than an empty shell, void of Ki. For in that state, Ki is no longer tied to muscle or bone—it is the Saiyan themselves, inseparable from their will.
Even stripped of their physical form, they can rebuild it in time, rising anew from the essence of their own power. Such is the true nature of warriors who walk beyond mortality.
And those Saiyans who reach this state transform into something far greater. Their old paths—their Super Saiyan forms and their branching evolutions—fall away. In their place remains a boundless form that exists alongside their primal heritage.
The New Super Saiyan — Unlike the old transformations that relied on multipliers, this form does not increase Ki by sheer quantity. Instead, it refines Ki itself, raising its quality beyond measure. Each refinement sharpens, condenses, and elevates Ki, achieving power without limits. There is no fixed multiplier here—only the boundary of what the Saiyan's body and soul can endure.
The Primal Form — The condensed essence of their Ozaru nature, reforged into humanoid form. It evolves through three stages:
Stage One — The user's hair and fur remain black. Their Ki surges tenfold, raw and overwhelming.
Stage Two — The hair and fur shift to crimson, their energy burning hotter, surging a hundredfold.
Stage Three — Similar in appearance to Stage Two, but with longer, brighter crimson hair. At this peak, their Ki roars a thousandfold.
Together, these two paths—the boundless refinement of the new Super Saiyan and the ascending fury of the Primal Form—mark the true legacy of the Saiyan race.
Jin let out a long sigh, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness.
"So that's it…" he muttered, his gaze distant. "The reason I could never reach those Super Saiyan forms—because I was already standing too close to something beyond them. Too close to stepping into that higher state."
His fist tightened at his side. "If I had become a Super Saiyan, maybe I'd have stopped there… never searching, never pushing further. Instead, I spent years chasing fragments, trying to understand the truth of what I was. And all of that only made me clearer on the path I'm undertaking."
His voice dropped, heavy with frustration.
"But how do I take that final step?"
With a sudden burst of anger, he slammed his fist into the ground. The white void trembled faintly beneath the impact.
"If I'd known about this path… I would've wished for the method to break through!"
Breathing hard, he caught himself, forcing the heat from his chest. Slowly, his expression steadied.
"There's no point brooding over it. What matters now is the present… my situation here."
He rose to his feet, eyes narrowing as he turned in place. Endless white stretched in every direction—boundless, hollow, and silent.
"Now… which way do I go?"