Dragon Ball Human

The reason Yamiru was so certain that Yamoshi had already absorbed and digested the Super Saiyan God's divine realm was simple: If only Goku had achieved it, it could have been dismissed as a miracle—a testament to Goku's genius. But later, Vegeta also mimicked the process and mastered the ability to transform into a Super Saiyan God at will. This proved that absorbing the divine realm's power after ascending through the ritual was actually a standard procedure... 

Yamoshi stretched out her palm toward the ground below, and a storm of ki beams erupted from her hand, spreading outward like a net before converging into a single point—blasting the S-warrior lying in the scorched crater. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

The earth trembled violently. 

From within the explosions, a faint roar could be heard. 

The even more mutilated half-ape S-warrior erupted from the smoke, wreathed in bloody flames. His massive pupils were no longer visible—his eyes seemed entirely white... no, blood-red. 

With a maddened howl, he charged at Yamoshi. 

Yamoshi flared her aura and shot forward to meet him. 

Bam! 

The S-warrior's cheek was struck, sending a tooth the size of an eyeball flying. 

He roared like a beast, his already mangled arm swinging wildly at Yamoshi—a reckless attack that hurt her slightly but cost him far more. 

Yamoshi only frowned slightly before counterattacking. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! 

The two clashed fiercely in midair—one massive and mutilated, the other small and whole; one bathed in blood-red energy, the other in gold. 

Yamoshi, with all her limbs intact, quickly gained the upper hand against her opponent, who now only had a skeletal arm left. She steadily suppressed him... 

Far away, Gabi, one of the watching Sadala Saiyans, suddenly felt a small white spark burst above his head. He turned in shock, looking first in one direction, then another, and another... 

"This is bad!" he cried in panic. "Other S-warriors! A lot of them are being drawn here by Yamoshi's battle!" 

Mellen and the others paled. Focusing their senses, they indeed detected powerful auras rapidly approaching from all directions—each one radiating the same violent, frenzied energy signature unique to S-warriors! 

"We can all feel it... Yamoshi must know too," Mellen muttered worriedly. "We just have to trust her!" 

Gabi and the others fell silent, hating their own weakness. 

She had to end this now. 

Even without Yamiru's reminder, Yamoshi sensed the malicious auras closing in from all sides. 

Her opponent—now a bloodied, half-dead ape—was easily repelled. She broke away momentarily, took a deep breath, and her emerald eyes flashed. Her golden hair stood on end as her aura erupted violently. She needed to gather enough energy to finish this S-warrior in one strike, then escape with her companions before the others arrived. 

Her five comrades were far weaker than her, with little hope of becoming Super Saiyans themselves. 

But if she could just buy one day, she could use the ritual to elevate them all to Super Saiyan Gods! Then, they'd never have to flee or hide from S-warriors again. 

"Hmph..." The battered S-warrior spat out a mouthful of blood—and suddenly grinned. 

"Huh? No way—no wonder he was weaker than expected!" Yamiru's voice, now faint, echoed in Yamoshi's mind. "This bastard's been stockpiling power the whole time! He—" 

Before Yamoshi could react, the mutilated S-warrior vanished. 

The next instant, a bloody, skeletal arm wrapped around her from behind, locking her in a crushing grip. Compared to the fully transformed S-warrior's massive size, Yamoshi was like a doll in his grasp. 

"Damn it!" Yamoshi remained calm but was furious at herself. 'How could I fall for this?!' 

She also realized Yamiru's consciousness was nearly gone—otherwise, he might have seen through this trick earlier. 

"After fighting this hard, I can't just let you run away..." The S-warrior chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. From the gaps in his torn flesh, an intense crimson light began to seep out. "At the very least, I'll make sure those idiots see what you're capable of! Don't you agree? HAHAHA—!" 

"He's going to self-destruct..." Yamiru's voice was barely audible now, as if coming from a great distance. 

Hummm— 

The S-warrior's body burned from within, erupting with a terrifying light. The sheer force of it momentarily trapped even Super Saiyan Yamoshi, preventing her from breaking free. 

"This won't kill me. He just wants to trap and wound me." Yamoshi gritted her teeth. The energy he was unleashing wasn't at his peak, but it carried an overwhelming pressure—the price of burning his own life force. 'Damn it all!' 

"Stay calm..." Yamiru's voice grew even more distant, almost ethereal. "Yamoshi... as a Super Saiyan, you should have enough stamina to transform back into a Super Saiyan God..." 

During the battle against Freeza, after using the Spirit Bomb, Goku had been exhausted—but the moment he transformed into a Super Saiyan, he was instantly revitalized. The overflowing energy from the transformation had replenished his stamina. (Though accumulated fatigue likely remained—this wasn't a Senzu Bean or Dende's healing, after all.) 

Yamiru's voice carried a strange magnetism, guiding Yamoshi's spirit. 

The mad, self-destructive power behind her faded from her mind. Her heart settled into tranquility. 

In her mind's eye, she saw a pair of golden eyes. 

She recognized them. 

Back on Earth, Yamiru's eyes had looked just like this. 

"Adjust your mental state... Recall the experience of the divine realm... That power still sleeps within your body..." Yamiru continued, his voice fading like an echo.

In truth, he was also savoring the mysteries of the divine realm through Yamoshi's experience, as if grasping at some profound insight. 

"Hmm?" The S-warrior, whose body was trembling and on the verge of collapse from the insane power he was unleashing, suddenly realized that the woman he had trapped was no longer resisting at all. 

Whoosh… 

Around Yamoshi's black hair, a faint golden-red glow began to rise—like solar flames, kindled from within her heart. 

Oh no! 

How could the S-warrior not recognize this? He had been brutally beaten by the red-haired Yamoshi earlier, barely able to fight back! 

The more one relied on sensing ki, the harder it was to adapt to an opponent with no ki at all. 

'How do you fight the air itself?' 

"DIE!!" The S-warrior steeled his heart, threw his head back, and howled. The blinding light that had been accumulating within his mutilated body erupted like a bursting dam—a cataclysmic explosion! 

BOOOOOOM—!!! 

The crippled ape-monster detonated completely, his body incinerating in an instant. 

Yamoshi, now wreathed in golden-red spiritual light, was swallowed by the tidal wave of destruction… 

"After entering the divine realm… you can still undergo… the Super Saiyan transformation on top of it…" Yamiru's voice echoed softly in the heart of the explosion, deep within Yamoshi's slowly opening crimson eyes, at the edges of her consciousness. His tone carried a hint of sudden realization, and he laughed. "I see now! …Haha… So that's how it is…" 

And then—he was gone. 

In that moment, Yamoshi suddenly felt that this parting would likely be eternal. 

"Farewell, my friend from Earth," she murmured softly. 

Then, her brow furrowed in feigned rage as she let out a deafening roar, matching the apocalyptic explosion around her. 

Golden-red spiritual energy erupted violently from her body! 

Her piercing scream rose higher and higher— 

Then, abruptly, it stopped. 

Deep within her furious crimson eyes, a flash of blue surged forth… 

As Yamiru's consciousness faded into darkness, the last image he glimpsed was— 

Above the scorched earth of Sadala, the colossal explosion caused by the S-warrior's self-destruction was suddenly split apart by a pillar of blue light. 

Like a blue sun crashing onto the land, it vaporized the explosion as effortlessly as evaporating morning dew. 

Under the sky, only a single slender figure remained—wreathed in azure energy, her hair spiked and blue, standing tall as she surveyed her surroundings. 

Closing in from all sides were the blood-red figures of countless S-warriors, encircling her… 

Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan… 

'Hah… They really didn't name it wrong!' 

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Back on Earth… 

Groggily, Yamiru slowly awoke, his eyes opening to Earth's familiar, ashen sky. 

"..." 

He stared blankly for a few seconds before gathering his thoughts, suppressing the longing for his wife and refusing to wallow in sentimentality. 

"My, my~ Seems like you've gotten even stronger." 

A cheerful, teasing voice reached his ears. Yamiru turned to see the long-unseen Angel Sherie, perched on an impossibly thin branch, smiling as she examined him. 

"Do you want me to get stronger, or would you prefer I stay mediocre?" Yamiru stood up, asking offhandedly. 

Sherie floated over as if gliding through the air, grinning. "What do you think?" 

"I can't tell," Yamiru said. "And I doubt even Lord Satan could." 

Sherie merely smiled without answering. 

"You're awake?" Annin walked over from the other side, looking exhausted. 

"You… Hm?" Yamiru quickly noticed something off—the number of demonic auras on Earth had decreased. "Only two Demon Kings remain… Did you take down another one yourself?" 

Originally, excluding the Great Demon King Satan, there should have been five Demon Kings left—Samuel, Abaddon, and the one they had encountered earlier, Demon King Dimon (who liked disguising himself as a withered tree to manipulate minds). Together, they had already dealt with three. But now, only one remained. 

"Mmm…" Annin nodded. "His name was Divo…" 

Yamiru suddenly smiled and stepped closer. "Mind if I…?" He raised his hand slightly. 

Annin looked at his outstretched palm in surprise—then, as if realizing something, her expression shifted to something even more bewildered. 

After a brief hesitation, she nodded slightly. 

Yamiru stood before her and pressed his palm against her forehead.