A World Worth Protecting - Chapter 160: Cloud Finger

Cado is transported to the Dragon Ball world and unexpectedly awakens the God-Level Choice System.Ding![Saiyan “Raditz” has invaded Earth. Host, please make a choice!][Option 1: Ignore it.Reward: Namekian Bloodline (Grants limb regeneration!)][Option 2: Face Raditz head-on and defeat him.Reward: Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline (Top-tier talent, completely overpowered!)]Without hesitation, Cado picks the second option.Frieza: “How did the mighty emperor of the universe end up as his servant?”Cell: “Damn it! Why did no one warn me that such a monster existed in this timeline?”Beerus: “If he wanted to be a God of Destruction, my position would've been his already.”Grand Priest: “I acknowledge Cado as the strongest!”With unparalleled power, limitless potential, and the ability to reshape the Dragon Ball universe, Cado's journey begins!(Harem only includes 2 women)

In a world where human and monsters relied on mystical fruits and their inner power to fight for dominance, a lost soul was thrown, given the powers from all the other worlds he’s known. But there was a catch; he had no control over what power he would get! With knowledge beyond that of most, he sails his path to the top of the one piece world!

- Description from Novelupdates

Tianshu Fengshen list, Di Shu Shan Hai Jing, human book life and death book!
Above nine days, it is for the fairy palace!

- Description from ptwxz (translated)

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”