Prologue — The Fan Who Knew Too Much
In his previous life, he was nothing special.
Just a man on Earth from South Africa who had watched Dragon Ball since childhood—rewinding VHS tapes of Saiyan sagas, debating power levels online, memorizing lore deeper than most priests knew scripture.
He knew where the story should have gone. He knew every mistake, every wasted potential, every mercy that led to catastrophe.
He hated one thing above all else:
Mercy without consequence.
The night he died, there was no light. No heaven. No hell.
Only a voice.
"You understand the cycle of violence… but do you accept it?"
He answered without hesitation.
"Yes."