In the stillness of the night, while Nyuro's body glowed with a faint aura emanating from "Zamasu's Immortal Body," he posed the question that had haunted him for years—the question that would determine the fate of his emergence from this silent prison.
"System... answer me honestly. With 6.3 Billion Ki, the power of 18, and my new immortality... can I win against a cultivator in the Emperor Realm?"
[System Report: Crushing Probabilities]
The System screen shifted to a cautionary orange, and the numbers appeared with lethal coldness:
"Host, based on current power data: your probability of winning against a cultivator in the First Level of the Emperor Realm is only 36%. We are speaking of the lowest tier of the Empire, where their laws can clash with your immortal matter and hinder your movement."
The System continued to dismantle the Saiyan's pride:
"As for facing an Emperor of the second, third, or fourth level... you are still far too weak. Your physical strength is massive, but it lacks 'Dao Authority.' At those levels, you are merely a stationary target that cannot touch its opponent."
[A Glimmer of Hope: The Rarity of Giants]
However, the System added a note that allowed Nyuro's pulse to steady slightly:
"Nevertheless, you should not fear for now. The presence of someone at the 'Emperor Realm' level in this part of the universe is extremely rare—like searching for a drop of water in a vast desert. Emperors do not waste their time on weak cultivation planets like yours, let alone the higher levels which appear only once every million years."
[Hysterical Laughter: Birth of a Nightmare]
Silence reigned for seconds, then suddenly, a laugh erupted from the depths of Nyuro's throat. It was not the laugh of a ten-year-old child; it was the laugh of an entity that had seen the end of the world and did not blink.
"Hahahahaha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Nyuro began to laugh maniacally, his body shaking violently as blue sparks (SSJ2) exploded from his pores, shattering the room's walls. Android 18 looked at him in astonishment, while Mira collapsed behind the door from sheer terror.
"36%? Only against the first level?" Nyuro shouted, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. "That's brilliant! That means there's a real challenge! My father thinks himself a god in the 'Nascent Soul' realm, while the true Emperors hide in the shadows of the universe."
Nyuro clenched his fist tight, his laughter turning into a predatory gaze:
"If I am a drop of water in the desert, I will be the drop that causes the flood. If my winning probability is 36%, I will make my next training session turn it into 100% through blood and iron. System... prepare yourself, because I am going to use the Dragon Balls now to shatter this ridiculous percentage!"