Taken

Yamcha clutched the dark marble tightly in his trembling hands, the mysterious voice urging him to avert his gaze. 

"Ah, it was not my intention for you to bear witness to that," the voice whispered, shrouded in the depths of the shadowy orb. 

"Come now, lead me to another human," it implored. 

Despair washed over Yamcha, saturating his being with a cocktail of fear and unease. 

The experience felt all too real, amplifying his trepidation until it morphed into a simmering anger that threatened to consume him. 

The emotions etched themselves upon his face, a vivid display of the tumultuous storm raging within him.

"Is this the future that awaits me?" 

Yamcha's voice quivered with disbelief, challenging the voice's claims. 

Yet, the voice nonchalantly dismissed his concerns, brushing them off as mere figments of his imagination. 

"Those are mere illusions little lad, don't believe it…" 

It taunted him further, goading him to seek out another human, a demand that only served to stoke the flames of Yamcha's fury. 

Even the voice does not want him to possess him?

In an outburst of righteous indignation, he roared, "Even you dare to heap disrespect upon me?!"

However, as the echoes of his anger reverberated through the air, a system screen materialized above Yamcha, casting an ethereal glow upon his troubled countenance. 

Its message posed a profound choice, offering him a chance.

Ding!

—- 

Would you like to exchange your very body for something that would elevate all of humanity on Earth?

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The voice trapped within the dark marble erupted into a frenzied panic, its pleas growing desperate. 

"No! Don't accept it! Do not accept it!" 

It cried out, its words filled with terror and urgency.

Yet, Yamcha's lips curled into a cruel smile as he contemplated the weighty decision before him. 

Having glimpsed the contours of his own future, he found himself enticed by the unknown possibilities that lay within this offer. 

He pondered the potential consequences if he were to embrace this enigmatic proposition. 

"Don't accept!

"Don't accept!" 

Ignoring the voice's desperate supplications, Yamcha, fueled by a malevolent determination, allowed his mind to wander into the abyss of curiosity. 

With a final, resolute cry from the voice imprisoned within the marble, Yamcha opened his mouth and defiantly declared.

"Take me, my body and my soul, if you truly possess the power to forge me into a powerful human being, go on and proceed!

"Fulfill the promises that made! I don't like my future, I don't like them all! I don't like everyone in this world! Let me leave! I want to see it destroyed or let me see if trembled before me! Before us humans!" 

As Yamcha uttered a curse under his breath, reluctantly succumbing to the deal, the once imploring voice that had warned him against accepting it took on a sinister tone. 

"Ah, I see," the voice sneered, dripping with malevolence. 

"How delightfully human of you, such malice..." 

It erupted into a fit of laughter that sent chills down Yamcha's spine, freezing him in place. 

Ding!

—-

Deal accepted!

—-

Suddenly, his body ceased to obey his commands, quivering uncontrollably. 

Agony surged through every fiber of his being, eliciting a guttural cry of pain, "ARRGHHHH!" 

Yamcha's anguished scream echoed through the air as his limp form crashed to the unforgiving ground. And then, in a few seconds that felt like an eternity, his body convulsed, contorting before his very eyes. 

A transformation took hold, erasing the innocence from his countenance and replacing it with an imposing and commanding visage, a new face that exuded intimidation and assertiveness.

As Yamcha stood there, lost in a bewildered haze, a melodious voice reverberated through the air, filling the area with its resonant tones. 

Simultaneously, a vibrant display materialized before him, its luminous screen casting an ethereal glow. 

Ding!

—-

Congratulations on successfully assuming another's corporeal vessel without forcing the vessel, thereby accomplishing your inaugural mission.

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Ding!

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Mission: Persuade an individual to willingly surrender their physical form, employing your powers of persuasion rather than coercion.

Time limit: 7 days 

Time used: 3/7 days remaining.

—-

Ding! 

—- 

Failure: Billion years of exponential painful torture of the soul.

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After that, the system would add another notification again.

Ding!

—-

Mission completed reward: Roulette of Anime Abilities.

—-

This sudden mixture of sounds and sights startled Yamcha, pulling him out of his confused state and awakening him from his deep bewilderment.

"Oh..."

Yamcha exclaimed, seeing the display floating in the air, his eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation.

He then gazed at the sky, ground, and hills for a long time, wearing a look on his face as if questioning the reality of everything he saw.

After absorbing the information and accepting that the air he breathed was genuine, he smiled.

"I didn't really expect to succeed in taking your body and completing the mission, but now I'm here, in this Dragon Ball World, I have to accept it all well" he whispered, his voice now coming from his own mouth instead of the mysterious darkness of the marble.

"Fortunately, fate has brought me face-to-face with Yamcha. If it were someone else, I would have surely met my end long ago," he continued, his expression a mix of gratitude and relief.

The truth was, a foreign soul had taken over Yamcha's body, and came from a distant planet called Earth, not this Earth in Universe Seven. 

He is a life failure and a game addict. He loves anime, movies, mangas and novels. 

He instantly knew this world is Dragon Ball Z, his childhood anime, and it was when he saw Yamcha, the biggest, most disrespected and useless individual in the group of Z fighters. 

That's when the soul that was now controlling Yamcha's body made his move and spouted a lot of lies to Yamcha and let him complete his mission so he won't be tortured by the system. 

"I apologize, my friend," the intruding soul murmured, observing Yamcha's arms, fingers and its cuts with a calculating gaze.

"Your image is etched in my memory as the most disrespected human and the most pathetic character in this show. This instantly birthed a plan in me to exploit your insecurities and ultimately triumph by taking your body..."

The soul paused, its voice carrying a sinister tone.

"Yet, despite your hostility towards them, I cannot act on your thirst for revenge. 

"For I am not entirely you, and seeking vengeance is not for me and will not bring me progress... Zehahaha!

"Why would I do that, let them find out about me and what happened to you? 

"Haha, you wish!" 

A humorless laughter burst forth from the soul's lips, its smile contorting into a grimace that radiated an aura of wickedness. It continued, unable to resist inflicting further torment.

"Ah, forgive me... 

"My only desire is to witness your suffering, haha!"

Another round of laughter followed, accompanied by these words.

"You see, while Saiyans bear the mantle of formidable and proud warriors, Frieza's race possesses immense strength, and the future holds gods of destruction capable of obliterating galaxies. Namekians wield the power to regenerate. Yet, we humans possess within our souls a quality that eludes even them..."

The soul paused, relishing the moment.

"An unimaginable and limitless capacity for malevolence!"

The soul in Yamcha's body persisted, its voice urgent and reproachful.

"Didn't you feel it?

"When I pleaded with you to stop and reject the system's offer?

"Do you truly believe you'll gain something?

"And what is your plan once you do gain something, if you ever truly gain everything I promised?

"Are you thinking of using it against your friends? Hahaha!"

And then he would shake his head.

"Doesn't matter, we are just humans, and still inferior after all, I just want to take your body so I promised a lot of things and I had to do it to avoid the torture punishment if I fail, ahaha!" 

With a casual wave of his hand, the soul tried to relax and muttered, "Hmm... What should I do next?"

Aware of the dangers that existed in the world of Dragon Ball Z, particularly the limitations faced by humans and powerful villains, the soul knew that death was inevitable. But it didn't matter.

As long as there was even a 10 percent chance, it would relentlessly strive for what it desired: to become the strongest. 

Merely envisioning himself, a mere mortal, obliterating every adversary in the manner befitting his human nature presented an extraordinary challenge.

The soul that now resided within Yamcha's vessel possessed a clear understanding of how such an audacious feat could be accomplished. 

Yet, the moment the notion crossed its mind, Yamcha's body sagged, weighed down by contemplation.

"Any system would undoubtedly guarantee success, but should I truly tread that path? Should I genuinely elevate my race?" 

The soul grappled with uncertainty, grappling with the implications of relying on the system.

From its perspective, the presence of the system would strip away any sense of thrill, reducing the experience to a monotonous, one-hundred-percent achievement devoid of excitement. 

Toppling the Gods of Destruction, triumphing over Goku, and vanquishing formidable villains would become effortless endeavors, all thanks to the system's assistance.

Yet, a lingering question persisted: Was this truly the path it should tread?

The soul believed that life thrived amidst unfavorable circumstances, the essence of victory and triumph emanating from conquering even the most daunting obstacles. 

Just like to the pursuit of a beautiful woman, where his own physical flaws, weakness, and poverty rendered his chances a mere five percent. 

However, against all odds, what if he managed to attain her affections or get her with only having the five percent chance?

The bliss that would permeate his body and soul upon achieving such a conquest, defying his insecurities, would surely be unparalleled.

Indeed, it would be an awe-inspiring sensation.

That's how he became an awesome gamer, against all odds! 

Thus, a seed of doubt sprouted within the soul, causing it to reconsider the employment or use of the system. 

However, it couldn't ignore the fact that it inhabited the body of Yamcha, a human who, without the system's aid, would struggle to survive in the treacherous world that awaited.

In fact all the humans here, no matter if they are martial artists or not, or possess ki or not, they would always be in danger. 

Far far below the food chain of strong creatures in the multiverse. 

However, before he could think of that, the soul in Yamcha's body needed to address something. 

"Listen, Yamcha," he spoke with solemnity.

"This isn't personal. From now on, I'll take on your identity. 

"After all, even if you were allowed to roam freely, your future would only bring disappointment. 

"So, let me take the helm and embrace life's rich tapestry to the fullest."

Suddenly, the system screen materialized again and asked.

Ding! 

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The reward completed its installation.

Would you like to open your reward?"

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