Chapter - 41

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Chapter - 41: Great Ape

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I stood in the corner of the Amazon Island, the dense foliage surrounding me, I entered a meditative pose, seeking to attain mastery over the tremendous power within me – the power of the great ape, to wield it without succumbing to its wild nature.

And felt the energy that was now easier to grasp than before. Drawing it in and pulling it, it burst from my back before spreading throughout my body, filling me with inexplicable strength, and with it came confidence, pride...

The pride of now being more than just a Saiyan, which I was, but I did not let it go to my head. With my experience of meditation and self-control, I put aside this arrogance of having become a Super Saiyan or even something more.

The only reason I was letting my Evil Ki influence me was to get in sync with the power of the Great Ape, more easily and with my initial personality always having doubts about everything I didn't think I would make much progress.

Even the desire to fight something and release my seemingly unlimited power was put aside. The force I felt now was several magnitudes greater than before, so if I unleashed it, the whole planet would disappear from the solar system.

That is why the transformation was restrained, while I could feel the chains around my wrists begin to act as mere extensions of my body to bind me and put me in an adaptive situation, because I thought that was the best course of action in order to become stronger.

The memories of my past transformation haunt me – moments when the uncontrollable rage of the great ape consumed my senses, leading to destruction and chaos. I cannot allow that to happen again. I must master this power, so it becomes a force for good, not a curse.

Before me lies a rough-hewn rope, symbolizing the great ape's power. I reach out and grab it firmly with both hands. The texture of the rope, coarse against my skin, reminds me of the untamed nature of the beast within. With closed eyes, I begin to concentrate, drawing upon the depths of my inner strength.

The sounds of the jungle fade away as I delve deep into my psyche, exploring the source of this immense power. I picture the full moon, the catalyst of my transformations.

I visualize its silver glow, and yet, I remain anchored to the present moment, the sun shining brightly overhead. It is not the moon that controls me; it is I who must control the power it unleashes.

Breathing deeply, I sense the energy of the great ape surging within me. Its sheer force threatens to overwhelm my senses. But I will not falter. I will not lose myself to this raw power.

With each breath, I focus my will, envisioning a balance between the gentle control of my humanoid form and the fierce strength of the great ape.

The rope trembles in my grasp as I straddle the line between the two worlds – the human and the primal. Beads of sweat form on my forehead, not from physical exertion, but from the intensity of my mental struggle. The line blurs, and for a moment, I feel the primal urge to roar, to let go of all restraint.

After enjoying the feeling of power for a moment longer, I focused on trying to suppress the energy while letting it fill my body...

As I continued to meditate and channel the power of the great ape, I could feel the changes surging through my body. The once overwhelming urges to unleash destruction were now just faint whispers in the back of my mind, easily quelled by my newfound control.

The Hephaestus chains, designed to help me adapt to this Ikari state, encircled my body, their ethereal glow serving as a constant reminder that in this world even something that had hurt me could come in handy again.

I embraced the discomfort they brought, knowing that they were crucial to my growth.

A voice echoed within me, the memories of the Ancient Saiyan, guiding me on this path of self-discovery. The dormant ego within my race was awakening, a primal instinct pushing me towards my true form.

- It was the essence of the Super Saiyan of legends, not the one from the traditional stories, but the legendary Super Saiyan 4.

The memories of the Evil Saiyan God, an ancient Saiyan who had unlocked the SSJ4 transformation, intertwined with my own. I could feel his experiences and insights merging with my own consciousness, granting me a deeper understanding of this powerful form.

The true Super Saiyan 4 transformation was a revelation. It involved not just tapping into raw power but assimilating it into my very being. It was a harmonious union between my Saiyan heritage and the mighty great ape power..

After all, the Super Saiyan 4 transformation, a transformation that takes a Saiyan to his true main body and in the process assimilates as much power as possible for his body and using whatever is available.

The Saiyan, after transforming into a golden Oozaru, gains ten times the amount of power his maximum Super Saiyan form can produce. And then, when the form is mastered, the Saiyan transforms further, I say transforms, but it is more of all the power is compressed into a much smaller human structure, increasing the power tenfold.

"A true return to basics" I could only exclaim as I could feel the power of my Evil Ki rising with each passing second as if there was no limit to the force I could release.

As I continued my training, I focused on controlling the surge of energy within me, drawing strength from my surroundings and using it to further enhance my abilities.

The jungle around me has simply become a pile of ashes unable to handle my training, and the elements around me have been completely annihilated as if they never existed to begin with..

With every hour my passing, my mastery over the transformation grew, and the Hephaestus chains seemed to loosen their grip, symbolizing my increasing control over the Ikari state. I could now channel the power at will, like a raging river guided by a masterful hand.

I knew that the path ahead would not be easy, but I embraced it with determination and courage. The Super Saiyan 4 form was not just a display of brute strength; it was a testament to the balance of power and control, the harmony between the primal and the refined.

With the memories of the Evil Saiyan God as my guide within me, I was ready to embrace my true form fully. This transformation was not just about becoming stronger; it was about understanding my Saiyan heritage, embracing my roots, and discovering my future path.

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