Dragon Ball Human

Just like when Goku arrived on Namek and placed his hand on Krillin's forehead to read his memories, Yamiru pressed his palm against Annin's forehead and quickly learned about her experiences on Earth during the time he had been "asleep." 

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In truth, it was quite simple—training, resting, traveling, and, along the way, slaying a Demon King. 

That Demon King was named Divo, a berserker-like muscle monster whose punches could erase entire mountains. But this suited Annin just fine. She wasn't particularly adept at dealing with Demon Kings who relied on bizarre, esoteric abilities—like Samuel with his poison, Abaddon the insectoid, or that guy she and Yamiru had encountered earlier who liked disguising himself as a "withered tree"... 

It was only after killing Divo that Annin learned the tree illusionist was named Demon King Dimon—Divo's twin brother. 

Before their descent into demonhood due to their twisted hearts, the two had been a pair of human twins… The elder brother loved tricks and deception, while the younger preferred smashing things with brute force… 

After briefly learning this, Annin casually disposed of the younger brother. A Demon King who only knew how to fight head-on was the easiest type to deal with. Annin's combat prowess was nothing to scoff at. 

In reality, for both Yamiru and Annin, the "Six Demon Kings" problem had always been, at its core, the Great Demon King Satan problem. The other five Demon Kings, while troublesome, were ultimately manageable—if not immediately, then with some effort. Annin still had the vast majority of her accumulated reincarnated power sealed within the Furnace of Eight Divisions, waiting to be unleashed. It was essentially her version of a Super Saiyan transformation, stored away in the furnace. Normally, she remained in her "black-haired" state, and due to the psychological weariness from multiple reincarnations, she often appeared passive. If circumstances forced her to deal with a Demon King, she wouldn't take initiative, but she wouldn't resist either… 

Because only the Great Demon King Satan was the true enigma. No matter how much power Annin accumulated across lifetimes with the furnace's help, she had never felt confident in defeating him. 

It was as if… every time she grew stronger, Satan grew stronger too. No matter what, she could never win—not even fight him to a standstill. 

No one was born a saint. Even the Supreme Elderly Lord had once been an ordinary person. In her first life, she had been playing in a mountain village when a "giant pot" suddenly fell from the sky and landed right in front of her. Without understanding why, she became bound to the Furnace of Eight Divisions… How was a simple village girl supposed to become the prophesied savior destined to eradicate the demon race? 

And after lifetimes of playing the role, she grew tired. 

Living felt meaningless—Satan had crushed the "heroine" time and time again, shattering her will. Who could endure that? 

Dying wasn't an escape either. With the furnace, she couldn't even perish properly. After some time, she'd just revive inside it, only to be sent back into the cycle of reincarnation… 

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Yamiru withdrew his hand. 

In the past, whenever he had asked Annin about her past lives, she had always been reluctant to speak. When the topic turned to the furnace, her mentor Sherie, or similar subjects, she often fell silent. It wasn't that she refused to share—it was just that thinking about these things put her in a foul mood… 

This time, by directly reading Annin's memories, Yamiru finally pieced together many things. 

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When the Great Demon King Satan shattered the barrier at Mount Five Elements, he tore a hole in Earth's balance of yin and yang. The demonic energy of the underworld flooded in, and the breach in cosmic order gave rise to anomalies. 

That was why the angel Sherie could use her powers to forge the Furnace of Eight Divisions—a makeshift underworld designed to patch the hole. 

In truth, the furnace was a temporary underworld created solely for the savior's use. Whether she died or revived, the process didn't require the actual underworld—everything was handled inside the furnace! 

Of course, nowadays, no one on Earth needed to go to the underworld after death… 

Because of the breach at Mount Five Elements, because of the hellish miasma leaking from it, the moment any living being died, their soul would immediately be dragged into hell itself! 

This was the origin of the saying: "Those slain by demons cannot enter the Yellow Springs (underworld)." 

The logic was simple: 

Where demons existed, there must be a leak of hellish energy. 

Where hellish energy existed, that place was hell. 

And since hell was part of the Yellow Springs underworld, there was no need to go to another underworld… 

Even tens of thousands of years later, in Yamiru and Goku's era, Earth's demonic energy still hadn't been fully cleansed. 

Otherwise, there wouldn't have been a story about an innocent Namekian prodigy—a dragon race member—falling to Earth, succumbing to demonic influence, and becoming the Great Demon King… 

From this perspective, Earth tens of thousands of years in the future was no different from the chaotic present—both could be considered a "miniature underworld" in their own right. 

But unlike the official underworld next door, this "miniature underworld" contained only hell, no heaven, no proper administrative system, and certainly no underworld officials doing their jobs… 

More importantly, the legitimacy of this accidental "Miniature Underworld: Earth" was never recognized. 

The real underworld, the real Yellow Springs, was a small part of the cosmos connected to the Heavenly Realm—a domain managed by the Celestial Deity, the Dragon God's old friend, to oversee universal order. Naturally, it wouldn't acknowledge Earth's freakish, hell-only, lawless anomaly… 

That was why the angel Sherie had been sent to resolve the issue. 

That was why Annin, an Earthling, had been chosen as the savior… 

Her future identity as the Supreme Elderly Lord, including her authority to keep the underworld's Son Gohan by her side long-term, all stemmed from this role. 

The Supreme Elderly Lord was essentially the "Underworld Ambassador to Earth" for this "miniature underworld". 

Yamiru suspected that Fortuneteller Baba's ability to move freely between the realms of yin and yang, even bypassing Earth's deities to chat directly with King Yemma, was likely due to Earth's unique "miniature underworld" status—a lingering effect of the demonic chaos from tens of thousands of years ago…

Perhaps the Supreme Elderly Lord is actually Fortuneteller Baba's direct superior… 

After all, the Earth's guardian deity only had jurisdiction over the living world—not the underworld. If they couldn't even manage the underworld, they certainly had no authority over this "miniature underworld," let alone its "frontier governor" (the Supreme Elderly Lord) and her little… uh, little sister subordinate. 

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"You've really had it rough," Yamiru couldn't help but say. 

Annin didn't respond, but her gaze seemed to remind him—she had once told him, "Don't pity me." 

Angel Sherie drifted over, smiling. "So, what's your next move? Only two Demon Kings remain—one is, of course, the Great Demon King Satan, and the other is his most loyal underling, Sherie. Annin should remember him." 

Yamiru looked at Annin in surprise. 

"Mm," Annin nodded. "He's been around since the first generation of Demon Kings…" She paused, then added, "Birei is incredibly strong, but… he seems mentally unstable. He often calls himself 'Satanel', and when he loses control, he even believes he is Satan…" She shook her head. "He's a madman. But he's always lurking near Mount Five Elements. I've never managed to kill him." 

"Calls himself 'Satanel' and sometimes thinks he's Satan?" Yamiru found this odd and glanced at Sherie. "Could he actually be Satan? A fragment of Satan's evil thoughts given form?" 

This wasn't unheard of. Tens of thousands of years later, a certain Namekian from space would do exactly that—splitting off his evil half to seamlessly infiltrate the Heavenly Realm's system, becoming an honorary Earthly Deity despite being a Namekian. 

"Satan is a Demon King—a Great Demon King," Sherie said with a faint smirk. "If he split off his evil thoughts, wouldn't that just be… splitting off his entire self?" 

"Fair point," Yamiru conceded. 

"No need for wild guesses. Birei just saw something he shouldn't have, and it broke his mind," Sherie said breezily. "He's not all there mentally, and one misstep later—boom, he became a demon." 

"Something he shouldn't have seen?" Annin frowned. "Satan? What about Satan shouldn't be seen?" 

Sherie just smiled and didn't answer. 

"Birei is flying toward Mount Five Elements. He must sense the danger," Yamiru suddenly said, gazing toward the distant horizon—the direction of Mount Five Elements, where the Great Demon King Satan resided. 

Sherie chuckled. "You two have killed four Demon Kings in a row. Even someone as unhinged as him would notice something's off." 

"Seems like Satan's been waiting for us," Yamiru mused. 

"Who knows?" Sherie replied cheerfully. 

Annin tightened her grip on the miniature Furnace of Eight Divisions hanging around her neck. 

Yamiru stared into the distance. "It's time to pay him a visit. But first…" He turned to Angel Sherie. "Can you help me find someone?" 

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Lead-gray storm clouds hung low, streaked with dark golden lightning. The rolling thunder rumbled endlessly. 

The scarred earth trembled as sand and stones whipped through the air, an ominous pressure building. 

"My Earthling body has improved too… roughly around 300 in combat power. But I'm still a step away from breaking through my physical limits and entering the phase of rapid ki growth…" 

Yamiru took a deep breath, his eyes gradually glowing gold. 

Whoosh… 

The wind howled around him, scattering loose stones. 

A flash of malice crossed his mind—just a spark. But in this environment, saturated with demonic energy, it was like blood in the water for sharks. The miasma surged toward him, pouring into his body. 

Instantly, black scales erupted across his skin. 

His teeth and nails sharpened into claws. 

A whip-like draconic tail unfurled behind him… 

The gale-force winds lashed at Annin's black hair, but she stood firm, watching as Yamiru fully transformed. "Your power has increased again." 

"Hah!" Yamiru roared— 

BOOM! 

A dark-white aura exploded around him as his combat power skyrocketed. 

50,000… 80,000… 100,000… 

150,000… 200,000… 

Finally, it stabilized at around 300,000! 

Yamiru had to stop there—not because he couldn't handle more power. Through Yamoshi's body, he had already adapted to Super Saiyan-level combat power in the hundreds of millions! He had even glimpsed the divine realm's mysteries. 

But his current body had its limits. 

He exhaled, his golden eyes gleaming with restrained energy. 

"Let's go." 

The two figures—one wreathed in dark miasma, the other cloaked in quiet resolve—vanished toward Mount Five Elements. 

The final battle loomed.