Powerful Promises

The gambling wheel loomed in the corner of the lobby, a silent sentinel of temptation. Kyle's eyes narrowed as he stared at it, thinking back to the disappointing spins he had made before. That damn thing was a scam, preying on the hopeful and the greedy. But, as he looked at the shiny new loot in his inventory, he couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt. What if there was something truly amazing on that wheel? Something that could make him the strongest warrior in the multiverse?

With a huff, he turned away from the wheel and made his way through the bustling crowd of players. Each step took him further from the allure of easy power and closer to the reality of hard-earned victory.

As Kyle walked through a small training zone, he noticed a young Saiyan female sitting casually under a tree. Her posture was relaxed, almost lazy, as if the chaos of the RPG world was just a gentle breeze that couldn't disturb her nap. She wore a loose hoodie and sweatpants, the complete opposite of the tight-fitting, flashy battle armor most Saiyans favored. Her hair was pulled back by a simple headband, and she looked utterly out of place among the sea of fighters eager to prove their might.

Curiosity piqued, Kyle approached her. "Hey," he called out, trying to sound nonchalant. "You don't look like you're from around here."

The Saiyan girl looked up from her scroll, her emerald eyes meeting his with a hint of amusement. "I'm just taking a break," she said, her voice lilting and calm. "You know how it is."

Kyle nodded, taking a seat next to her. "I'm Kyle. I'm new here. Been trying to get the hang of things."

Rina yawned and stretched, her tail swishing lazily behind her. "Welcome to the grind," she said with a smirk. "I'm Rina. And I'm also pretty new...I honestly have no idea what the fuck I'm doing."

Kyle chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yeah, me too," he admitted. "But you're a Saiyan, right? Aren't you supposed to be pushing yourself to your limits, fighting and getting stronger all the time?"

Rina rolled her eyes, leaning against the tree trunk. "That's what they all say," she said with a sigh. "But I've got my own style. I don't need to prove myself to anyone. Besides, there's more to life than just fighting."

Kyle couldn't help but chuckle. Her laid-back attitude was a stark contrast to the fiery passion he felt burning within him. But there was something about her that he found incredibly alluring. It was as if she had a hidden power that she wasn't willing to show just yet.

Suddenly, the serenity of their conversation was shattered by a tremor that shook the very ground beneath them. Kyle's instincts kicked in, and he jumped to his feet, scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. Rina, on the other hand, remained unfazed, continuing to scroll through what appeared to be a recipe book.

His scouter, which had been silent for the duration of their encounter, now beeped frantically. The screen flashed with a series of alerts—a warning of multiple high-powered life forms approaching at breakneck speed. Kyle's heart raced as he read the information, his mind reeling with the implications. He had heard of players forming groups to take down powerful bosses or conquer territories, but he had never seen anything like this.

A cloud of dust appeared on the horizon, growing larger by the second. Within moments, it resolved into a group of figures that seemed to glide across the desert sands. At their center was a Saiyan with an uncanny resemblance to Goku, yet his features were sharper, his gaze colder, and his aura darker. Turles, the infamous leader of the Abyss Order, had arrived, his elite warriors flanking him like an ominous entourage. The crowd of fighters nearby couldn't help but stare, a mix of fear and fascination playing across their faces.

Turles's dark blue and light blue armor shimmered in the sun, the white cape and scarf fluttering behind him like a grim banner. His black, spiky hair and permanent smirk gave him an aura of untouchable superiority that was impossible to ignore. The Abyss Order logo on his chest was a stark reminder of the power and ruthlessness that followed in his wake. The ground trembled as they approached, a testament to the sheer power they radiated.

The other Saiyans in the area couldn't help but watch the procession, a mix of awe and fear on their faces. They knew that when Turles arrived, things often got bloody. Some whispered about his rumored ability to drain the life force of his enemies, while others spoke of his mastery of the Super Saiyan 4 and other god forms. Despite their curiosity, most of them were wise enough to keep their distance.

"Looks like we've got company," Rina drawled, not bothering to look up from her scroll. "Turles, right? He's the big cheese around here."

Kyle's eyes widened as the infamous leader of the Abyss Order strutted towards them, his elite warriors trailing like shadows. Turles' smirk grew as he took in the sight of the newcomers. "Ah, the fresh meat," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Welcome to the battlefield, Kyle and... Rina, isn't it?"

Rina's eyes narrowed, but she didn't rise from her casual slouch. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice cool and unshaken.

Turles's smile grew wider, his gaze flicking between the two of them. "Oh, just a little friendly competition," he said, his tone suggesting anything but. "I've heard about the new blood around here. Thought I'd come see for myself."

Kyle felt his heart pound as he thinks to himself his consciousness a loud echo in his mind, 'Who is this guy? Why does he look like Goku? Could it be Goku Black?' The Saiyan's uncanny resemblance to the hero he had always admired was unnerving, especially paired with the dark aura that surrounded him. He glanced over at Rina, who remained unfazed, her eyes still glued to the scroll.

"I see you've been busy, Kyle," Turles said, his smirk never faltering. "But you've only just begun to scratch the surface of your potential. Join us in the Abyss Order, and I can show you how to reach godhood in no time."

Kyle took a step back, his hand instinctively beginning to chare a ki blast. "What's the catch?" he asked, his voice tight with suspicion.