Dragon Ball Human

The Red Ribbon soldier nodded frantically, even tossing his gun aside and raising both hands in surrender.

"So cooperative?" Yamiru took a step forward, and the soldier staggered backward in fright, terrified that the tip of Yamiru's blade might pierce his throat and end his life.

"Open the door, and I won't kill you," Yamiru ordered.

The soldier nodded even more desperately, his face drenched in sweat. He pressed his lips tightly together, too scared to make a sound, breathing heavily through his nose.

With the blade still pressed against him, the soldier walked toward the entrance and stopped at a control panel on the side of the door. He entered a series of codes, and the door began to rumble open. A sharp, icy wind whistled through the widening gap.

"You can go now!" the soldier stammered. "Whenever the door opens, the control room gets an alert immediately…" His intention wasn't to help Yamiru out of goodwill—he was just terrified that if someone came to investigate and Yamiru panicked, the blade would find his neck. If that happened, wouldn't his cooperation have been for nothing?

The door fully opened, and the cold wind became fiercer.

Yamiru began to shiver from the freezing air. Beside him, the soldier's voice also trembled as he spoke. Yamiru turned his head and stepped closer to the soldier.

"You… You promised not to kill me… You said if I helped you open the door, you wouldn't kill me!"

"…"

Yamiru dragged his blade along the ground, his body involuntarily trembling from the cold. He thought to himself: "Should I really let this guy live?"

"What if this fool leads the Red Ribbon forces to track me down later? If that happens, sparing him would make me an idiot."

His intent to kill began to rise.

The soldier wailed, "You can't go back on your word! Damn it! I'm a bad guy, but you're supposed to be the good guy, right? A good guy wouldn't break their word, would they? Please…"

"How this kind of person can be a soldier? A terrorist?" Yamiru thought to himself.

Yamiru was stunned. He raised his blade impatiently and barked, "Shut up and hand over your clothes!"

The soldier was overjoyed, tears streaming down his face as he quickly stripped off his uniform and handed it to Yamiru.

Yamiru didn't want to wear such oversized clothing—it would hinder his movements—but the cold was biting, and walking out in just his current attire was suicidal.

Internally, he cursed his situation. Even with the military coat, walking out into the icy wilderness would still be a gamble.

"Do you have a capsule for a helicopter?" Yamiru asked.

"How could I afford that?" the soldier cried.

"What about other vehicles?"

"I really don't have one! I'm just a patrolling soldier. The officers don't issue vehicle capsules to us…"

Yamiru said nothing. It seemed he would have to rely on his own two feet.

Using his blade, he sliced off the overly long sleeves and the lower hem of the coat, wrapping it tightly around his thin upper body.

His feet, however, were still bare. Wearing oversized shoes would hinder his movements and slow him down, so he decided it was better to go without.

As Yamiru moved forward, he noticed that this experimental base had been carved into the side of a mountain wall near the base. It reminded him of the cave laboratory from the manga, where Dr. Gero had hidden Androids 16, 17, and 18. However, unlike that cave, which was located much higher above ground, this base was only about five or six meters above ground level. Yamiru glanced down and determined that he could jump straight to the ground.

"Can I really make it out of here alive?"

Looking at the faintly illuminated night ahead, the icy wind cutting his face like blades, and his feet already numb from the cold, Yamiru felt a moment of doubt.

But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside.

"Leave it to fate!"

He turned to glance at the soldier, who was shivering in his undershirt and rubbing his arms. Yamiru asked himself whether he would regret sparing the man. Suddenly, he chuckled to himself.

"A real man keeps his word. If I said I wouldn't kill him, then I won't. What if I think it's stupid later? So what? Even if it's stupid, I'll still be a man! Hahaha…"

With a laugh, Yamiru leaped into the night, disappearing into the cold wind.

The Red Ribbon soldier hissed through clenched teeth, hot breath escaping his mouth. He muttered, "I'm sorry… I did have a motorcycle. But you wouldn't have fit on it, and if I gave it to you, you'd definitely force me to help you escape… I'm sorry…"

Sniffling, he glanced back at the dimly lit corridor, where the faint smell of blood lingered. He sighed. "I knew this wasn't a real army! If I'd known, I wouldn't have been so obsessed with joining up…"

Behind him, the light flickered as the sound of hurried footsteps drew closer. Before long, a shout rang out—it seemed someone had discovered the two corpses.

Then the alarms blared..Simultaneously, another set of alarms went off deeper within the base.

In moments, the entire base was engulfed in chaos. Soldiers, jolted from their sleep, instinctively sat upright and were on their feet, fully dressed, almost before they realized what was happening. Hearing the blaring alarms, Red Ribbon troops grabbed their guns from the walls and rushed out in single file.

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Yamiru could already hear the faint sound of alarms in the distance behind him.

He knew that the Red Ribbon Army had noticed something was wrong. But he estimated that it would take some time for the news to reach Gero. After all, someone of Dr. Gero's stature wouldn't need to pull an all-nighter, right? Though, it was possible that a genius like him might also be a workaholic, occasionally staying up all night immersed in research.

Yamiru had to admit, he was extremely wary of Dr. Gero—a mad scientist capable of single-handedly creating androids powerful enough to challenge Super Saiyans. Who knew what tricks that old bastard might have up his sleeve?

Yamiru ran, fleeing into the mountains under the cover of night.

The stones on the ground were bone-chilling, and Yamiru's feet had completely lost sensation. They moved purely on instinct, fulfilling the single mission of running. The thin jacket and curtain-like pants, battered by the icy mountain winds of the night, felt like a suit of frozen armor clinging to his body, numbing even his nerves.

Run.

Run.

Run.

The thought echoed relentlessly in Yamiru's mind. He kept his Golden Veil wide open, scanning the terrain for a path and checking for any nearby ki signatures.

He had no idea where on Earth he was, nor did he know which direction he was heading. He could only press forward, heedless of everything else.

He didn't know how long he had been running.

Suddenly, the shrill wail of an alarm echoed above him!

Yamiru rolled to the ground, taking cover behind a large boulder. He curled into a tight ball, his body trembling uncontrollably, teeth chattering, lips turning purple. He glanced down at his feet… no, better not to look.

"I must… I m-must… survive…"

He stammered to himself, his voice shaking.

"I… I h-have to l-l-live…"

Closing his eyes, Yamiru felt an overwhelming urge to sleep.

Why struggle so much? Wouldn't it be easier to just give up and die?

In that moment, a flood of thoughts overwhelmed him. It was as if he had plunged into an endless abyss of ice. Memories of everything he had been through flashed in his mind. Why? Why was he going through all this? He had never wished to transmigrate, had never cursed the heavens or begged for a second chance. Why him? The solitude after transmigration—the realization that he was utterly alone and could never return—had nearly driven him insane.

He had barely managed to regain the courage to live, yet now he was forced to endure this? If only he had ignored that old man in the beginning… maybe the Red Ribbon Army wouldn't have—

Dad.

Mom.

The faces of his parents from his previous life suddenly appeared in his mind.

Yamiru's body was frozen stiff, but a faint warmth welled up in his tightly shut eyes.

"I've already died once…"

"I don't want to die again…"

"I don't regret taking this path! I refuse to regret it! I won't let myself despise who I've become!"

"I will make it to Mount Paozu!"

The nearly extinguished spark of his consciousness reignited. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and his golden irises glowed faintly red in the darkness.

Above him, the aircraft and its sweeping searchlights had moved on. He wiped his eyes, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to stand. As he moved, his knees, elbows, and other joints crackled like brittle ice, as though the cold had almost frozen his skeleton solid.

Using his Golden Veil, Yamiru scanned the area, avoiding the human-like ki signatures of the Red Ribbon Army. He tightened the icy paper-thin jacket and curtain-like pants around himself, stumbling toward the direction where no life signatures could be found.

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