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Dragon Ball: A Life Without Regrets

I was reborn into the world of Dragon Ball—as Son Goku. Yeah. That Son Goku. As a reincarnator, I knew exactly what was coming: Planet-destroying tyrants, time-traveling androids, gods of destruction, and multiverse tournaments… Crisis after crisis, each worse than the last. And in the original timeline, only the pure-hearted, battle-junkie Goku barely scraped through each time. But me? I’m just an imposter wearing his skin. How far could I really go? …Well, screw it. I’m already here. Might as well do my best. Then came that fateful day— Bulma showed up at Mount Paozu… And my cheat system finally awakened. 【Past Life Memory Detected… Mission System Activated】 【Timeline Repair Missions Loading...】 【Mission 001: “The One That Got Away”】 In your past life, you and Bulma braved countless dangers together—side by side, life and death, thick and thin. But in the end... you never ended up together. This time, stop Bulma from making that shady deal with Master Roshi. Reward: Flight Technique. 【Mission 002: “No More Yamcha”】 In your past life, Bulma wasted her youth on that cheating loser Yamcha. And you just stood by and watched. This time, make her give up on him—completely. Reward: Kamehameha. 【Mission 003: “Fix Your Damn Marriage”】 In your past life, your constant absences turned Chi-Chi cold. Your marriage fell apart—and she was never truly happy. This time, show her what it means to have a husband who’s actually there. Reward: Power Level ×2. 【Mission 004: “Beauty and the Beast Mode”】 In your past life, Android 18 wanted to kill you. And honestly? You kind of deserved it. This time, defeat her fair and square—no divine intervention, no fusion saves. Just raw power. Reward: +10 Charisma. A system that rewrites fate? Corrects past mistakes? And hands out cheat skills while I do it? Alright then. This time... I’m going to live without regrets.
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The Last Oracle's Ember Crown

The black forges beneath Mount Ashen rang with hellish clamor as the Usurper Mordren forged the Ember Crown. Wrought from star-fallen iron and the screaming souls of a hundred slain kings, the relic burned with unnatural fire. Whosoever wore it could command the arcane arts of every realm: silence the ancient songs of the high elves, turn the hammers and axes of the mountain clans against their sworn lords, bend the tempests to his fury, and bind the very blood of men to his merciless will. The free houses of men, elves, dwarves, and halflings set aside their ancient grudges and rose as one in rebellion. At the bloody Battle of the Nine Keeps, amid rivers of steel and sorcery, the Crown was torn from Mordren’s brow. It was carried in triumph to the Arcane Citadel, sealed in the deepest vault, and guarded by the Grand Maester and wards woven in ages long forgotten. Yet Mordren did not die. Neither body nor spirit perished that day. He fled into the deepest shadows, his hatred a living flame, whispering promises of fire and vengeance upon the winds that carried his voice across the realm. Thus spoke the last Oracle of Eldergrove with her dying breath: > “When the Ember Crown calls to a boy of no great house, the Company shall be sworn. One bearer, three bloodlines, four true hearts. They shall tread the long and bitter road of flame… or all sorcery, all kingdoms, and all hope shall fall into everlasting night.” Fourteen harsh winters passed.
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