Chapter 2: A Change of Fate
The harmonious rhythm of Ron's new life continued for a while, a peaceful cadence that he had never expected to find. The days were filled with quiet moments and the gentle hum of normalcy. The greatest excitement was a report from a young warrior named Jiang Ming, the head of the Hanxia branch of the Extreme Martial Dojo. He had been a guide and instructor to Jiang Feng, and he was now informing Ron that she had advanced to the Advanced Warrior level.
Jiang Ming, impressed with her rapid progress and fierce talent, reported her growth to the dojo's higher-ups. Her potential was off the charts; a junior battle general at just nineteen was an unheard-of feat. The high-level members of the dojo immediately decided to nominate her for the Elite Camp, a grueling program that had produced some of the world's most powerful warriors, including those at the legendary God of War level. They believed she had a very high chance of reaching that pinnacle.
That evening, when Jiang Feng returned home, her face was a mix of triumph and nervous excitement. "I'm leaving next week for the Elite Camp," she announced, her voice barely a whisper. The news hung in the air between them. Ron smiled, a genuine, if slightly bittersweet, expression. He knew this was her destiny. He had always known her potential was limitless—that one day, she would be known as the Moon Witch, one of the strongest War Gods, and even a future teacher to the main character, Luo Feng. He didn't try to hold her back.
The rest of the week was a blur of cherished moments. They spent every hour together, talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other's presence. Ron didn't bring up his own limitations or how long she might be gone. He simply wanted to be with her.
When the week ended, he watched her leave for the Elite Camp. The warrior residence, once filled with her presence, suddenly felt vast and empty. Ron was alone again, for what would likely be a few years.
Life, however, has a funny way of surprising you. As Ron walked to the dojo later that day, a young man, handsome and full of vibrant energy, brushed past him, their shoulders colliding. "Sorry!" the boy said with a quick, apologetic nod before hurrying on.
In that instant, a cold, mechanical voice resonated in Ron's mind, cutting through the silence of his thoughts. "Ding. Finally found a suitable host."
Ron froze. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a jolt of recognition from the deepest part of his memories.
"Ding. Random Lottery System activated. Every year, you can draw a lottery for a power, skill, or item from another world."
Ron's mind reeled. A system? A lottery? He stumbled back towards his villa, his heart pounding a furious rhythm against his ribs. He locked the door behind him and stared at his own reflection, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. He opened his mind, and a translucent panel appeared before his eyes.
Name: Ron
Level: Advanced Warrior
Skills: Wind Storm Footwork, Thunder Sword (initial mastery)
He took a shaky breath, then spoke aloud. "System, what are you?"
The mechanical voice returned, flat and emotionless. "System provides a function for the host. System provides a lottery. The host can lottery anything from any world, be it a skill, a power, or an item. The host can gain one lottery ticket every year and obtain anything from another world."
Ron stared at the panel. After a moment, a new thought occurred to him. "How many lottery draws do I have now?"
"Ding. You have 10 lottery draws."
"Why didn't you activate sooner?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The system was silent for a moment before replying. "The host had to complete the requirements for system activation: survive for at least ten years and meet the main character once. With the completion of these requirements, the Random Lottery System has been automatically activated."
Ron's hands balled into fists. Ten years of struggling, of fighting for survival, all to unlock a system that had been dormant inside him. Without a moment's more hesitation, he made his decision. "Draw all ten lottery tickets."
A series of notifications began to ring out, each one more bewildering than the last.
"Ding. You have received a packet of Cup Noodles."
"Ding. You have received a roll of excellent-grade toilet paper."
"Ding. You have received a towel of good fabric."
"Ding. You have received a Kunai."
"Ding. You have received one bowl of ramen."
"Ding. You have received a culinary set."
"Ding. You have received an excellent-grade wooden sword."
Ron's face went from pale to a dark, stormy crimson. He was ready to scream at the absurdity of it all. Toilet paper? Cup Noodles? A wooden sword?! What was he going to do with this junk?!
Then, the eighth notification rang out, and Ron's frustration vanished, replaced by a stunned awe. "Ding. The host has received a Lord-level Shadow Wolf corpse."
Ron's eyes widened. A Lord-level beast was a monumental find, a creature of immense power. His luck had finally turned!
"Ding. The host has received an excellent-grade white rope."
His jaw dropped. He wanted to burst out laughing. Or cry. He wasn't sure. It was a cruel cosmic joke.
But then, the final, tenth notification came.
"Ding. Congratulations, host, for receiving ALL of Majin Buu's powers."
Ron's heart slammed against his ribs. He knew that name. Majin Buu. A terrifyingly powerful being from the world of Dragon Ball. His mind instantly flashed to his abilities: near-instantaneous regeneration from even a single cell; the power to absorb others, gaining their strength, skills, and even memories; and a nigh-invincible body. In this world, a power like that was not just powerful—it was an absolute cheat, a bug in the system.
A cold, mechanical voice interrupted his thoughts. "These powers have been tempered by the system. They do not have any defects, such as personality alterations from absorbed beings."
Relief washed over Ron. He wouldn't lose himself to the insane, monstrous nature of Majin Buu. He would simply have his unstoppable power.
As Ron celebrated his incredible fortune, miles away, in a Hanxia City shopping mall, a panicked manager was staring at a display of goods. Several items were missing: a pack of cup noodles, a single roll of toilet paper, and a culinary set. "It's like they just vanished," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Like a ghost took them."
At the same time, in the wilderness, the leader of the Thunder Storm group, Yu Sheng, was staring in disbelief at the empty spot where the corpse of a Lord-level Shadow Wolf had been. "It's gone," he said, his voice a low growl. "Could it have run away?"
A teammate shook his head. "I checked it, leader. There was no life force. It must have been eaten by another beast."
The group leader's eyes narrowed. "Don't underestimate a Lord-level beast's vitality. If it didn't leave and chooses to attack us with a surprise attack, it'll be a disaster. Everyone, stay on high alert! We may all die!" They scattered, searching for a trace, but found nothing. The group leader sighed in frustration. "Lu Si, check everything carefully next time. It must have been able to escape after all." They reluctantly gave up and left the scene.
Meanwhile, in a sealed, ethereal dimension far away, within a gigantic, sealed sphere, a purple, smoke-like being swirled. It was Majin Buu's body, a monstrous entity in its larval form. Suddenly, a bright, blue light shimmered, and a powerful force began to tear away at the pink smoke. The being grew smaller and smaller, its essence being stripped away. At last, the entity known as the monster of the universe vanished completely, its power having been ripped from its very being.