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Beep, beep, beep, beep... beep, beep, beep, beep...
[Power Level: 990]
"So this is the Scouter 2.0? It's definitely more accurate than the first-generation model—and the functions are way more advanced, too."
Harry turned the small device over in his hand, examining it closely."If I don't want to expose my full power in the future, I'll need to use more mental focus to suppress my aura's fluctuations. My control over ki has to reach another level."
He toyed with the upgraded scouter a bit longer, familiarizing himself with every new function, analyzing the tweaks and improvements.
After all, as someone who wasn't originally from this world, he knew this tech better than anyone.
Yes—Harry was a transmigrator.
Five years had passed since the day he crossed over.
He still remembered it vividly.
Back then, he'd been just another Dragon Ball fan. When he heard that Toriyama-sensei had passed away, nostalgia hit him hard. To honor the man who shaped his childhood, he decided to binge the entire Dragon Ball saga—from the original series to Z, Super, GT, and even all the movies and side stories.
He watched everything at double, even triple speed, skipping to the best parts. But after a full day and night with zero rest, his already fragile body couldn't take it anymore.
His vision went black. Then nothing.
When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't on Earth. He was a newborn Saiyan.
At first, there was only fear. Then came excitement. Then unease, confusion, and helplessness—until, over time, he learned to accept and adapt.
In a way, he was lucky.
His power level at birth was 200—right on the mark for an upper-class warrior. That meant his status was higher than most, and he didn't have to be shipped off to some low-tier planet as cannon fodder.
The first year of his new life was mostly spent sleeping in a nutrient pod, drifting in and out of thought. But by the second year, once he was out, he kicked off his personal training plan.
He gathered every bit of information he could about this era and began strengthening himself—bit by bit.
His child body was small and fragile, sure—but Saiyan physiology was something else entirely. It was monstrous compared to any species he'd known.
Even without factoring in ki or training, the physical difference between this body and his old human one was worlds apart.
At just one year old, he was already the size of a three-year-old Earth child.
And as for high-intensity training? After trying it himself, Harry finally understood how Gohan at four years old could be that strong, and why Trunks and Goten were little monsters even as kids.
Saiyans simply broke the rules of biology.
In short, over the past few years on Planet Vegeta, he'd gotten used to the Saiyan way of life—and built himself a solid foundation.
His power had grown from 200 to 990.
And what's more impressive—Harry had figured out how to manipulate his ki on his own.
He wasn't a master by any means, but he could control his energy output and sense other life forces nearby. For someone who'd never had a teacher, that was a huge deal.
That ability to mask his power was precisely why no one had noticed how much he'd grown.
If anyone had realized it, some higher-up would've snatched him away in no time.
After a moment of reflection, Harry began to suppress his aura, watching the scouter's number drop until it stabilized at 350. Only then did he stop and put the device away.
Why 350? Simple—he was born with a power level of 200. Even without focused training, Saiyans naturally grew stronger as they aged.
Among his peers, most upper-class kids around his age had power levels between 200 and 300. The average growth rate was maybe fifty points a year.
So, a five-year-old with 350 wasn't special—but he wasn't weak either.
Exactly how he wanted it.
He might look like a kid, but inside, he was an adult who knew just how dangerous this universe really was.
Staying low-profile was the only way to survive.
Take Raditz, for example. He'd been born with the same 200 power level as Harry, yet at age five he'd already reached 500—one of the fastest growth rates in the Saiyan race.
Because of that, he got pulled into the Prince's elite team.
Some called that an honor. Harry called it a leash.
Still, Raditz wasn't as useless as people thought. Hitting elite-level strength at five was no small feat. It made no sense that, in the original story, he only had a power level of 1,500 when invading Earth.
Plot armor, or rather—plot slaughter.
Back when Harry was just a fan, he thought Raditz was a blowhard. But after living here, he realized the guy actually trained hard—maybe even harder than Harry did.
Pulling his gaze away from the scouter, Harry looked down from the hill. Below stretched what the locals called a "city," though it was really just a large settlement.
Farther in the distance stood a massive fortress—the Saiyan capital, built with alien technology over the past few years.
As an upper-class warrior, he technically had the right to live there. But since both his parents had been lower-class soldiers—and were long dead—he lived outside the city walls like most of their kind.
He'd have to earn his own way into that circle of elites.
Not that he cared much.
Upper-class, lower-class, elite—those were just labels, based mostly on the luck of one's birth.
Innate talent mattered, yes, but what you did with it mattered more.
Even Vegeta himself—born a prodigy—had spent decades conquering planets and waging wars, yet his strength by the time of Earth's invasion was only 18,000. His perspective had trapped him.
So no, Harry didn't envy life inside the capital. Out here, he was free—unbound by orders or expectations.
Five years... I don't have much time left, he thought, walking down the slope toward the settlement. And I still haven't broken past that damned 1,000 mark.
Back when he was just a viewer, it had all seemed so easy. Reborn as a Saiyan? Just train hard and boom—power skyrockets!
Reality was far harsher.
Strength didn't rise just because you wanted it to. Hard work alone wasn't enough.
All those fanfics boasting about power levels in the millions or billions?
Total nonsense.
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