Chapter 1: Awakening and a Hidden Truth

While embarking on this novel, you may encounter subplots or questions that initially seem confusing. Trust the journey, as many of your unanswered questions will be addressed in Chapter 38. To fully understand the story, I recommend reading at least until Chapter 38. Alternatively, if you're eager for answers, you can skip directly to Chapter 38.

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The sensation of pain and confusion enveloped the young man who had just plummeted from a great height. As he struggled to regain his bearings, he found himself lying amidst the wreckage of a car, with a throbbing headache that made it difficult to think clearly. He winced, trying to push through the haze of disorientation.

An elderly man, dressed in a distinctive martial arts gi with the Turtle School emblem, approached him with a concerned expression. His white hair was tied back neatly, and his eyes held a mixture of relief and worry.

"Goku! Are you alright?" the old man asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

The young man, struggling to piece together his fractured memories, stared at the old man with a blank expression. "Who are you? And who am I?"

The old man's face fell slightly, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. "It seems you've lost your memory. I'm your grandfather, Gohan. And you're my grandchild, Goku."

The name "Goku" struck a chord within him, a vague sense of familiarity stirring in his mind. The young man—now identifying himself as Goku—felt a confusing mix of excitement and trepidation. The old man's words resonated deeply, yet a whirlwind of conflicting emotions clouded his thoughts. The names of formidable enemies—Vegeta, Frieza, Majin Buu, Cell—echoed in his mind, filling him with apprehension.

I'm Goku? Reborn into this world? he mused, the realization hitting him with overwhelming force. He understood now that he was in a familiar yet foreign reality, a world he had admired from afar but was now a part of. The weight of his new identity and the looming threats made him anxious.

This world… it's real, and I'm really here, Goku thought, feeling both excitement and fear about the adventures ahead. He didn't want to reveal his true feelings to Gohan; the old man seemed genuinely happy to see him, and he didn't want to worry him further.

As Gohan began to prepare food, Goku's thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected mental jolt. A message appeared in his mind, bright and enigmatic:

Super Technic Creation System Activated.

[This system can develop any technique but it requires energy in the form of ki. It can only absorb the user's basic combat energy to create a technique, as it cannot handle unstable or highly destructive energy for now.]

His curiosity was piqued. What was this system, and what did it entail? He couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. This could be his chance to gain the strength and abilities he needed to face the challenges of this world.

Gohan's voice broke through his reverie. "Goku, come and eat! I've prepared a feast for us."

Goku shook his head, trying to focus. He stood up, trying to mask his inner turmoil with a determined smile. He knew he had to keep his thoughts to himself for now. He needed time to understand his new reality and the mysterious system that had just been activated within him.

As he walked toward Gohan and took his seat at the table, he resolved to keep his past and the true nature of his rebirth hidden. For now, he would embrace his new life with his grandfather and explore the unknown potential of the Super Technic Creation System.

The feast was a comforting spread of simple, hearty dishes—steamed rice, grilled fish, and a variety of vegetables. Gohan had gone all out, perhaps in an effort to bring some warmth and normalcy back into their lives after the recent chaos. Goku, despite the turmoil inside him, couldn't help but appreciate the gesture.

Yet, as they ate, Goku couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was missing—something critical he couldn't quite grasp. The Super Technic Creation System remained on the periphery of his thoughts, a beacon of potential power that he couldn't ignore. What could it create? How could it help him? And more importantly, what was the first technique he should develop?

He knew he needed to find out—fast. The world was vast and full of dangers, and he was no longer just a spectator; he was a participant. Goku's heart pounded as he realized the gravity of his situation.

As the evening wore on and the conversation with Gohan shifted to lighter topics, Goku decided it was time.

The time to test the system had come. But what would be the first technique he would create?

He excused himself from the table, his mind racing with possibilities, each one more critical than the last. The question lingered as he walked into the night, the moon casting long shadows on the ground.

What would he create? What would be his first move in this world of power and peril?

And just as he reached a clearing, where the night sky opened above him, a single word formed in his mind—Kamehameha.

But would that be the right choice? The suspense of the unknown gnawed at him, driving him forward, compelling him to decide.

What will be the first technique that Goku will create?

To be continued...