### **III. The Evaluation Process (Immersive World-Building)**

  The Eclipse’s Cradle descended through Asraioth’s stratosphere, its shadow swallowing districts whole. Gogeta pressed against the observation deck’s glass, his breath fogging the reinforced pane. Below, the Citadel sprawled—a biomechanical leviathan fused with the planet’s crust, its towers clawing at the bleeding edge of the atmosphere. Necro-Wasp swarms patrolled the skies, their metallic wings shredding clouds into data-streams that fed the city’s AI cortex.

  Dai leaned against a support beam, gnawing on a protein stick.he was thinking his face unusually serious. “Guess this is where we split,” he muttered. His gaze lingered on Gogeta. “Look... I never said this, but back when you unlocked Super Saiyan — and then Super Saiyan 2 — I... I I mean people train centuries some thousands of yours and don't even get a glimpse of that you just went straight into it no problem I mean I had it was actually normal I envied you”

  Gogeta’s eyes widened. “You? Envy me?”

  “Yeah.” Dai chuckled dryly. “Thought you were just some overhyped brat with too much potential.” His voice softened. “But… you’re bigger than that. Stronger, yeah, but not just in power.” He smirked. “You don’t quit. You push yourself like really to the extreme that's toughness

  Gogeta remembered the gravity chamber — Dai’s voice shouting through the speaker: “Again! Push harder!” He remembered stumbling, bruised and exhausted, only for Dai to push him back to his feet.

  “You’re not just some prodigy, Goldie,” Dai said. “You’re a warrior.” He clapped Gogeta’s shoulder. “Hope we meet again.”

  Mimi adjusted her scouter, her fingers fidgeting. “Yeah... goodbye, Prince.” She tried to sound smug, but her voice faltered.

  “You okay?” Gogeta asked.

  “I don’t know…” Mimi exhaled sharply. “My score... it wasn’t great.” She forced a grin. “Guess I’ll find out if they recycle me into engine fuel.”

  “You’ll be fine,” Gogeta said firmly. “You’re fast, smart — you’ll make it.”

  Mimi blinked, surprised by his confidence. “Yeah... thanks.” She stepped back with Dai, her gaze flicking between them. “See you around, Goldie.”

  Dai raised a hand in farewell. “Later, kid.”

  “Later...” Gogeta murmured.

  He stood there a moment longer, watching them disappear into the crowd. Memories flickered — Dai’s fierce encouragement in the gravity chamber... Mimi’s blade slicing through the air as Gogeta narrowly dodged, her eyes narrowing in frustration

  The ship docked with a tectonic clang, magnetic clamps fusing to the Citadel’s skeletal underbelly. A battalion of War-Thralls—four-armed, pupil-less androids—swarmed the boarding ramp, their vocalizers blaring:

  Gogeta’s wrist-computer pinged—a holographic directive from the Eclipse AI:

  The Selection Zone is a **chaotic sea of bodies**, packed shoulder-to-shoulder with recruits of all ages. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, burnt ozone, and the metallic tang of fear. Gogeta’s boots stick to the floor—dried blood or spilled energy drinks, he can’t tell.

  - **Officers and Soldiers:**

  - Saiyan officers in rust-red armor bark orders through megaphones, their voices cutting through the din.

  - **Scouters Beeping:** Every officer wears a scouter, the lenses flickering as they scan recruits. The sound of **”Discard”** alerts is constant.

  - **War-Thralls:** Four-armed androids patrol the edges, their pupil-less eyes scanning for trouble. One crushes a recruit’s wristband for *“unauthorized

  - **Gogeta’s Internal Monologue:**

  - *I what if they find out I'm not good enough? What if I end up in the chute?”*

  - He grips his wristband tighter, the edges digging into his skin.

  ### **IV. Gogeta’s Evaluation (Building Suspense)**

  The line inches forward. Gogeta’s heart pounds louder than the thrum of the Citadel’s engines. Finally, a **Saiyan soldier** steps in front of him.

  - **The Soldier’s Introduction:**

  A 9-foot-tall mech descended, its armor plated with pulsating voidsteel. ”FOLLOW. DEVIATION WILL BE CORRECTED.”

  *“Name and stats. Now.”*

  - **The Reveal:**

  - Gogeta holds up his wristband. The hologram flares to life, projecting his stats in bold gold:

  - **GOGETA ASRAIOTH-CUMBER**

  - **AGE: 8**

  - **BASE PL: 2,300,000**

  - **SSJ PL: 115,000,000

  - **SSJ2 PL: 230,000,000** fully stable

  - **POTENTIAL: S+++

  (GENESIS-TIER)**

  - The soldier’s scouter **shatters** with a loud *pop.* His eyes widen.

  - The soldier radios his superior, whispering, *“We’ve got a Genesis-tier in Sector 7.”*

  - The crowd around Gogeta falls silent. Even the officers pause to stare.

  - **Whispers:** *“Did you see that? 230 million?!”* *“No way… he’s just a kid!”*

  [The moment Gogeta’s stats flash—golden digits blazing across the display]

  Recruit 1: (shoving forward) "Did you see that?! Two hundred... million?!"

  Recruit 2: (gritting teeth) "No way... no damn way."

  Recruit 3: (bitter laugh) "I trained ten years just to break one million... this kid's a freak."

  Recruit 4: (whispering) "Genesis-tier... isn’t that... King-Class potential?"

  Recruit 5: (low growl) "Tch... bet he’s just riding his family’s name."

  Recruit 6: (muttering) "He doesn’t even look nervous… like he knows he’s better than us."

  .

  Recruit 7: (half-joking, half-scared) "Hope I’m not on his squad... kid’s gonna make us all look bad."

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  Gogeta ignored and followed the officer

  - **The Escort:**

  - The soldier grabs Gogeta’s shoulder, steering him away from the line. *“Amazing… Alright, right this way.”*

  - Gogeta’s confidence surges—until he notices the **stronger-looking candidates** being taken in the opposite direction.

  Crowd Dynamics:**

  - **Whispers and Bragging:** A boy with cybernetic arms flexes, shouting, *“I hit 100k last week! Who’s gonna top that?!”*

  - **Nervous Chatter:** A girl with cracked armor mutters, *“They say the Eclipse Project recycles the weak… into fuel for the Citadel.”*

  - **Gogeta’s Observation:** He spots a **hulking teen** with a scarred face already being escorted away by a Warlord. The teen’s wristband flashes **”Elite-Class.”**

  - **The Walk:**

  - Gogeta is led through a **narrow corridor** lined with armed guards. The walls are lined with holograms of past champions—their faces frozen in triumph or agony.

  - **Internal Monologue:** *“Where are they taking me? Why am I the only one here?”*

  - The soldier doesn’t answer, his grip tightening as they approach a **pristine white door.**

  - **The Final Moment:**

  - The door hisses open, revealing a **sterile chamber** filled with glowing platforms.

  - The soldier shoves Gogeta inside. *“Wait here. Don’t move.”*

  - The door slams shut, leaving Gogeta alone with his thoughts.

  **Chapter Title: "The Genesis of Legends"**

  ---

  ### **I. The Factory of Fates**

  The Selection Factory wasn’t a building—it was a living organism. Gogeta stepped into a cavernous hall where the air thrummed with the pulse of a thousand energy cores. The walls rippled with holographic data streams, casting jagged shadows over the sea of Saiyan recruits. Above, floating AI orbs darted like mechanical fireflies, scanning wristbands and projecting rankings onto massive screens:

  **LOW-CLASS** | **MID-CLASS** | **ELITE** | **VIP**

  The categories glowed in brutal neon—scarlet, gold, violet, and blinding white.

  ---

  ### **II. The Hierarchy of Blood**

  #### **1. The Low-Class Crucible**

  Gogeta passed a pen of trembling recruits. A boy with cracked armor—**PL 12,000**—sobbed as a War-Thrall stamped his wristband *"Discard."*

  **Beggar’s Plea:**

  “P-Please! My brother died for the Empire! Let me prove—”

  The Thrall’s plasma baton silenced him.

  Nearby, a girl with singed hair—**PL 9,000**—clung to an officer’s boot. “I’ll do anything! Clean latrines! Feed the War-Therianths!”

  The officer kicked her into a chute labeled *"Reclamation."*

  Gogeta’s nostrils burned—the stench of fear here was acidic.

  ---

  #### **2. Mid-Class Ambition**

  In a brighter sector, a lanky teen with glasses adjusted his cracked scouter. His hologram flickered: **PL 600,000**.

  **Mid-Class Officer:**

  “Adequate. Proceed to Foundry Sector 9.”

  The boy exhaled, trembling. “Th-Thank you, sir! I’ll make the Empire proud!”

  Behind him, a brute with cybernetic arms—**PL 850,000**—shoved others aside. “Outta my way, maggots! I’m Elite-bound!”

  ---

  #### **3. The Elite’s Cruelty**

  A scream cut through the din.

  **Elite-Class Saiyan (PL 4.8M):**

  “You think crying makes you strong?!”

  He backhanded a girl—**PL 2.1M**—sending her crashing into a data terminal. Her wristband flashed *"Mid-Class Relegation."*

  **Girl (crawling):** “N-No! I can do better! Please!”

  Officers dragged the Elite away as he laughed. “Worthless trash!”

  Gogeta’s escort officer snorted. “Pathetic. But you—” He eyed Gogeta’s stats. “You’re *Genesis*. The Empire’s future.”

  ### **III. The Super Elite Gauntlet**

  The corridor narrowed, walls shifting to polished obsidian. Super Elites lined the path—warriors with **PL 50M+**, their auras suppressed but palpable.

  **Super Elite (stepping forward):**

  “Let me see your stats, runt.”

  **Escort Officer (blocking him):**

  “He’s not for the likes of you.”

  The Super Elite’s scouter flared, but he retreated, muttering. “...Genesis-tier. Damn.”

  ### **IV. The VIP Sanctum**

  Silence.

  The VIP zone was a cathedral of cold light. Recruits here didn’t fidget—they *radiated*.

  **Mechanical Voice:**

  “Candidate VG17. Designation: Genesis.”

  A hologram materialized:

  - **NAME:** Gogeta Asraioth

  - **POTENTIAL:** S+++

  - **ASSIGNMENT:** Progenitor Corps

  An AI orb guided him to a platform. “VG17: Assume position.”

  ### **V. The Weight of Eyes**

  As Gogeta stepped onto the glowing dais, he felt it—a gaze sharper than plasma.

  **Mori ( age 7 )

  Dark blue hair cascaded down her back like frozen ink. Her eyes—sapphire pupils ringed with gold—dissected him.

  She didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. Simply *observed*.

  ### **VI. The Unspoken Challenge**

  A boy nearby—**Ren (PL 75M)**—snarled at Gogeta. “Genesis-tier? Let’s see it.”

  Before Gogeta could react, Mori spoke flatly:

  “He’d reduce you to atoms. Sit down.”

  Ren paled, retreating.

  Mori turned back to Gogeta, finally blinking. “You’re interesting let's see your stats

  As Gogeta moved, Mori fell into step beside him—silent, inevitable.

  **Chapter Title: "The Selection Gauntlet"**

  ---

  **Scene 1: The Hall of Whispers**

  The Selection Hall thrummed with nervous energy, a cavernous space lit by holographic banners displaying the Asraioth crest. Hundreds of Saiyan recruits—some cocky, some trembling—clustered in groups, their scouters beeping incessantly. At the center of the room, **Princess Mori** leaned against a pillar, her navy-blue hair cascading over battle-worn armor. Officers in obsidian-plated uniforms eyed her like wolves circling royalty, but she ignored them, smirking at the scrawny boy beside her.

  **Mori (mockingly):** "Still waiting for your fanclub,

  **Gogeta (arms crossed):** "Fanclubs are for people who need validation. I’m here to fight."

  Nearby, a commotion erupted. A lanky teen with spiked green hair—**Karn**—stood atop a shattered training drone, roasting two arguing Super Elites.

  **Super Elite #1 (snarling):** "Join my squad, brat! We’ve got the best loot in the Androma Sector!"

  **Super Elite #2 (shoving him):** "Ignore this fossil! My team’s got a *real* gravity chamber—1000x standard!"

  **Karn (grinning):** "1000x? My grandma’s wheelchair goes faster. Come back when you’ve got a *real* offer."

  The crowd howled as the Elites flushed crimson. Mori snorted, nodding toward the spectacle.

  **Mori:** "See? *That’s* how you get noticed. Take notes."

  **Gogeta (dryly):** "I’d rather not embarrass myself before breakfast."

  ---

  **Scene 2: The Bidding War**

  A Lord-Class officer with a scarred tail approached Mori, bowing deeply.

  **Lord Vex:** "Princess, my battalion offers unlimited Ambrosia Cells and a private war moon for… leisure."

  **Mori (examining her nails):** "Does the moon come with a mute button for sycophants?"

  Another officer shouldered past Vex, his armor bristling with trophies.

  **Lord Krell:** "Forget him. My squad’s *never* lost a planet. We’ll make you a legend."

  **Mori (yawning):** "Legends are for dead people. Got anything *fun*?"

  Gogeta watched silently as the bids escalated—until a hush fell over the hall.

  **Scene 3: Havies’ Shadow**

  **BOOM.**

  The doors imploded. **Warlord Havies**—13 feet of muscle and smoldering voidsteel—strode in, his footsteps cracking the floor. Recruits scrambled backward; even the holographic banners flickered as if afraid.

  **Mori (under her breath):** "...Oh."

  Havies loomed over her, his voice tectonic.

  **Havies:** "Princess. Your father’s… *generosity* granted you a spot in my legion."

  **Mori (forcing a smirk):** "Generosity? Or common sense?"

  His gauntlet creaked as he extended a contract scroll.

  **Havies:** "You’ll kneel to no one. Not even me."

  Mori hesitated—then snatched the scroll.

  **Mori:** "Try not to slow me down, old man."

  **Scene 4: The Genesis Reveal**

  As Havies turned to leave, his gaze locked onto Gogeta.

  **Havies (grunting):** "You. Wristband."

  Gogeta raised his arm. The hologram flared:

  **SSJ2 POWER LEVEL: 230,000,000**

  **POTENTIAL: S+++**

  The room froze.

  **Mori’s Cup Shattered:**

  Her smirk died as the numbers reflected in her widened eyes.

  **Mori (internally):** *Higher than mine.

  She teleported beside Gogeta, her composure cracking.

  **Mori (low, urgent):** "Train with me."

  **Gogeta (raising an eyebrow):** "Why? So

  **Scene 5: Vrykhan’s Whisper**

  A cold laugh slithered through the hall.

  **Vrykhan (materializing):** How… *quaint*."

  The air itself darkened. Recruits collapsed, clutching their ears as trickled from their noses. Vrykhan’s seven eyes glowed like dying stars, his mere presence warping gravity.

  **Vrykhan (to Gogeta):** "You belong to me now."

  The Super Elite gripping Gogeta’s arm *disintegrated*, left running in fear

  **Gogeta (gritting teeth):** "I don’t belong to anyone."

  Vrykhan smiled—a crack in a glacier.

  **Vrykhan:** "We’ll see."

  **Atmosphere & Sensory Details:**

  The air crackled with latent energy, ozone sharp on the tongue as Vrykhan materialized. His aura didn’t just press—it *crushed*, warping the light around him into a sickly violet haze. Saiyans saying it's a warlord beneath the gravity, their armor creaking. Yet, in the shadowed corner, a mountain of muscle stirred.

  Havies’ presence wasn’t announced—it *expanded*. The temperature plummeted, breath frosting in throats as his golden eyes glowed like twin suns. When he shifted, the floor groaned, fissures spiderwebbing beneath his boots.

  **Dialogue & Power Dynamics:**

  “Hey, son.”

  The words weren’t just loud—they *reverberated*, rattling teeth and shattering every scouter in the room. Super Elites staggered, amazing so this is the power of a warlord. Havies’ grin split his beard like a canyon. “You talk like you already took him.”

  Vrykhan’s six eyes narrowed, pupils flickering with cold calculus. “This isn’t your business.” His voice was silk over steel, but a faint tremor in the air betrayed his irritation.

  Havies chuckled, the sound a subterranean growl. “Catch you later, then.” He turned, dismissive, but not before the ceiling above Vrykhan *splintered*—a silent warning.

  **Mori’s Gambit:**

  Mori’s tail twitched, a predator’s tell. *If this kid rivals me now… imagine how stronger I could become if I had a rival like him.* She stepped forward, chin high, her smirk razor-edged. “Can I have this kid?”

  Vrykhan’s gaze swept her, lingering on the royal crest at her throat. “Princess,” he purred, “he’s a blunt sword. You deserve sharper steel.”

  Her laugh was honeyed poison. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  The warlord’s aura *twitched*. “You useles—”

  ***CRACK.*

  Havies didn’t move—didn’t need to. The ground beneath Vrykhan erupted, a jagged crevice swallowing his retort.

  “Mind your tongue,” Havies rumbled, “or I’ll feed it to you.”

  Mori’s composure faltered—just a flicker—as she glanced at Gogeta’s wristband. *Higher than mine.* Her nails dug into her palm. *But not for long.*

  Silence.

  **Gogeta’s Conflict:**

  Gogeta stood rigid, Vrykhan’s words echoing. *Cumber’s whelp.* Does this guy know my father Why did it matter? His fists clenched. “I don’t belong to anyone.” The defiance rang hollow even to him

  Vrykhan’s smile cracked like ice. “The Tribunal remembers your bloodline, boy. We could… *unlock* it.” His voice dropped, a serpent’s whisper. “Imagine power even Havies fears

  Vrykhan’s fingers flexed, energy crackling… then stilled. Pride warred with pragmatism—and lost.

  **Exit & Consequences:**

  Mori sauntered past Gogeta, masking unease with bravado. “You owe me, runt. Almost became that warlords puppet.”

  Gogeta scowled. “I had it handled.”

  Havies loomed over the boy. “Move, kid. We’re burning daylight.”

  As they exited, the hall exhaled. Vrykhan stood motionless, fractures still creeping through stone around him.

  As they exited, the hall exhaled. Vrykhan stood motionless, fractures crawling around him.

  *Patience,* he mused, watching Gogeta’s retreating form. *The boy will seek answers. And I’ll be waiting

  Outside, Havies grinned at the horizon. “Ever fought a hurricane, boy?”

  Gogeta’s fists ignited. “Try me.”

  The warlord’s roar shoke the lab

  “Attitude. I like it.”

  **Closing Atmosphere:**

  Behind them, the selection hall’s lights flickered—then died.

  Vrykhan’s shadow stretched, consuming the rubble. Cumbers son I'll have you no matter what

  Cumber’s son,” he whispered, a vow etched in malice. “You’ll kneel… or break.