In the vast and powerful universe of Dragon Ball, our protagonist found himself reborn, a twist that initially filled him with exhilarating anticipation. However, this excitement soon shattered upon the stark realization: he was no Saiyan warrior, no Namekian prodigy, but a mere human. The crushing weight of human fragility and perceived insignificance extinguished his initial spark, leaving him adrift in a world teeming with formidable beings.

"Humans are weak and will eventually be left behind; if the end is so clear, why continue?" This bleak mantra echoed in his mind during his first four months in this new reality. Yet, even in the face of disillusionment, the embers of his spirit refused to be entirely quenched. He found himself unable to cease dreaming, constantly theorizing about the future, about the grand adventures that lay in wait.

Despite his self-imposed apathy and the conviction that nothing he could do would truly matter, a deep-seated hope flickered within him. He couldn't help but yearn for an unforeseen event, a catalyst that would ignite his dormant will and give him the necessary push to finally try, to seek his own chance amidst the cosmic tapestry of Dragon Ball.