With the cleaning tools in his hands, Shallot headed toward the training room.
At the same time, two figures were approaching from the opposite direction in the corridor.
At the front of the group was a small girl dressed in battle armor, with a royal cloak draped over her shoulders, symbolizing her royal status.
Although the girl was very cute, her expression was arrogant and cold. She was none other than Princess Kalesa, who had just come out of the training room.
When Shallot first heard that there was a Saiyan princess who was only one year older than him, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
This was clear confirmation that he had indeed been reincarnated in a universe different from the one he knew.
However, aside from some differences compared to the universe he remembered, since he still did not fully understand where he was, and aside from some differences in the Saiyans compared to those in his memories, the rest was almost identical to what he remembered about Saiyans.
This Princess Kalesa was proud, cold, and hardened by battle, a super genius who had been spoiled and admired since childhood.
In contrast, Shallot had to struggle just to receive even the smallest bit of help.
Even though she was only five years old, her battle power was already terrifyingly high.
It was said that she was on the verge of surpassing even her father, the King himself—a true prodigy in combat!
However, none of this had much to do with Shallot, and even if it did, there was nothing he could do to change it.
His only regret was that he would never meet the characters he had adored in the original story—Goku and Vegeta.
He would probably never encounter them in this world.
Standing beside Princess Kalesa was a tall and robust man: Goba, her subordinate, who came from a noble Saiyan family.
Looking at him carefully, Shallot felt that he somehow resembled Nappa, a true macho… except that he was not bald.
As the two approached, Shallot stepped aside, letting them pass without even looking at them.
He had already understood that, even without considering the princess's status, even her lackey enjoyed a position on this planet far superior to Shallot's.
The two passed by him without even sparing him a glance, although Princess Kalesa's left eye lingered on him for a brief moment as they crossed paths.
"Goba, who was that boy?" Princess Kalesa asked as they continued walking.
Although she was only five years old, her voice lacked the childish tone typical of her age, and already conveyed the authority and majesty of a princess.
"Your Highness, do you mean the boy we just passed?"
"Yes, him. I see him every time I leave the training room."
"His name is Shallot. He is a mid-level Saiyan who does odd jobs around here."
"Tsk, so it's him!"
Kalesa said with obvious disgust after Goba reminded her of Shallot's identity.
Princess Kalesa had heard about him before, since his existence was often used to highlight her own genius.
Instead of feeling honored by the comparison, it made her feel insulted.
"Do you hate that useless one, Your Highness? If you wish, I can kill him right now for you!" said Goba, a flash of bloodlust appearing in his eyes.
"There is no need. Killing that trash would only dirty our hands. Let him rot on his own," Princess Kalesa said coldly, clearly uninterested in discussing Shallot any further.
"Hehe, Your Highness, you are truly merciful," Goba chuckled, withdrawing his killing intent.
Their voices reached Shallot's ears clearly.
He remained motionless and silent until they disappeared from his sight.
Then he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a bitter smile.
Luckily, they were different from Nappa and Vegeta. If it had been them, they probably would have killed him without hesitation.
He had done nothing, yet he had narrowly escaped death.
If Goba had decided to kill him, no one would have stopped him, and no one would have avenged Shallot—not even the woman who had adopted him.
Everyone would have been indifferent because of Goba's status and the princess's position.
This was the brutal reality of this world.
Even though the Saiyans were different from the ones he remembered, they could still be ruthless.
"I'm really lucky to still be alive," Shallot murmured, reflecting on how he had miraculously survived until now.
Since his rebirth, he had narrowly escaped death several times.
He had long learned to face life calmly, so he quickly brushed off the incident and headed toward the training room.
The training room was in complete chaos, with disgusting liquids and dismembered bodies scattered everywhere.
The Saibamen, also known as Cultivars, were genetically modified monsters created by the Saiyans from special seeds.
They were extremely violent and possessed great combat power.
Shallot remembered them from the original story.
These creatures had a battle power of around 1,200.
They could easily annihilate someone as weak as him a hundred thousand times over.
And yet, for the Saiyans, Saibamen were nothing more than disposable tools used for training.
This made Shallot feel even more useless.
Compared to those creatures, he was worth even less for the moment.
But he had at least one thing he could be proud of.
Well, even though those Saibamen were stronger than him, at least he was not being exploited the way they were.
From what he had seen so far, a Saibaman rarely lived more than a few months, and most died within only a few days of being created.
Survival did not depend only on brute strength.
It also required intelligence.
With an ironic smile, Shallot put on his gloves and carefully began cleaning the remains of the Saibamen.
For him, even their corpses were dangerous.
Their blood was not particularly harmful, but their heads contained an extremely powerful acid capable of dissolving anything upon contact.
He remembered hearing that before him there had been another person assigned to this job.
But that person had mistaken the acid for normal blood, touched it, and ended up dying.
Shallot silently thanked that man for his sacrifice, reminding himself never to make the same mistake.
It took him two full hours to finish cleaning the room, thoroughly wiping every surface.
Although Shallot was a pure-blooded Saiyan, his condition on this planet was no better than that of a low-level warrior.
Having no resources, he had to increase his value in any way possible in order to survive.