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INFO -
1. Thoughts are within '__' and in Italic characters.
And conversations are within "__"
2. Please inform me if you find any mistakes. I will quickly solve it.
3. Lastly, please suggest which crossover I should do first. Also, note that this first arc is not a crossover. It's my original story. It's for making MC put the knowledge he acquired into action.
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The fall felt endless.
After the crack in space swallowed him whole, Jin drifted in a vortex of swirling void and chaos. Colors he had no name for twisted past his vision. He gritted his teeth, shielding his body with ki, just barely managing to stay conscious.
Then… a jolt.
The void vanished, and he was hurled onto jagged, dead earth.
Thud!
He groaned, brushing dirt from his face and staggering to his feet. The sky above was blackened and heavy, filled with swirling red clouds that crackled with unnatural lightning. The air was thick with rot and magic—old magic. The land itself felt wrong. Broken.
"Well… this is cheerful," Jin muttered, cracking his neck.
He took a breath and tried to sense energy—but found nothing. No ki signatures, not even distant flickers of life. Either everything here is dead, or too far gone to feel. With no better option, he started walking.
As he moved through the twisted terrain, strange beings emerged from the shadows—demons, though not like the ones he'd encountered in the Demon Realm back home. These creatures felt older, and far more alien. Worse still, they couldn't be killed. Every punch he threw passed through them like water—thick, resisting, but never quite solid.
He didn't waste time. Jin took to the sky and fled.
Eventually, he descended again—drawn by the glow of a strange rock pulsing with immense life energy. As he approached to inspect it, a sharp sound echoed through the air—metal dragging on stone.
Chains.
Jin snapped his head toward the sound, spotting movement on the horizon. He narrowed his eyes, ducked behind a jagged boulder, and activated stealth mode on his wristwatch—a device far more than it appeared.
The ancient artifact had once been ruined, a forgotten relic. But Jin had restored it over the years, even improving it using blueprints and scattered technology he'd found in his travels. It evolved with him, growing more versatile, and had long since become one of his greatest tools.
Now hidden from sight, Jin peeked out from behind the rock.
A figure was being dragged—chained, gagged, and clearly resisting. Five hooded beings surrounded the prisoner, their movements ritualistic and deliberate. Jin's eyes widened as he spotted what trailed behind them: five massive orbs, each one white, shimmering faintly, with multicolored stars embedded inside.
"No way… those look like Dragon Balls," he whispered. "But different. White... and bigger."
The procession came to a halt in front of a dark altar. The five robed figures began chanting in a guttural language. The chained prisoner thrashed, eyes wild with rage—but his voice was sealed.
Jin's watch chimed faintly. A translation protocol had just finished processing.
He focused as the figures placed the five orbs on the altar. The ground trembled. Energy surged, and a blinding white light exploded from the Dragon Balls.
Then, a colossal form emerged.
A massive white dragon, easily larger than Porunga, uncoiled into the sky—radiant and divine in presence.
Jin's eyes narrowed.
Then he heard it—clear as day, thanks to the translator in his watch.
"I am Ragon," the dragon's voice boomed. "Speak your wish, mortals."
One of the hooded figures stepped forward. "Ragon, I ask that you grant our lord—"
Suddenly, an energy blast spiraled through the air—swirling with a multitude of colors. It struck the center of the group, exploding on impact and throwing up a thick cloud of smoke. The force sent several of the hooded figures stumbling back, momentarily disoriented.
"Ragon!" Jin shouted, teleporting mid-sentence. He reappeared beside the chained prisoner, pointing at him. "Take me and him to his home world—now!"
Ragon paused—but only for a heartbeat.
"Wish acknowledged. It shall be done."
A pillar of light enveloped Jin and the prisoner. In that instant, Jin activated the watch again, locking onto one of the glowing Ragon Balls. He reached out—and it vanished into his inventory, swallowed by the artifact's infinite storage.
As the smoke began to clear, one of them pointed through the haze. "You—!"
But by then, Jin was already gone along with one of the ragon balls, leaving 4 behind.