Dragon Ball Human

The Great Demon King Satan hovered motionless in the air, his face expressionless like a towering wooden post, seemingly awaiting Yamiru's command. 

Yamiru glanced at him before surveying the distant horizon. Though the sky had turned azure and the clouds were pristine once more, the earth below remained scorched and desolate, still bearing the scars of centuries of suffering. 

Through his senses, he could perceive the scattered groups of surviving Earthlings huddling together for warmth. Only a handful had been aware of the battle's outcome—most were still gripped by fear. Even as they saw the darkened skies clear, their hearts remained uneasy, utterly clueless about what had transpired. 

And though Yamiru and Annin had eradicated the Six Great Demon Kings, remnants of the demonic race still lurked in many corners of the Earth. Without their rulers, these demons would likely descend into even greater chaos… 

Moreover, while Annin had used her accumulated lifetimes of power and the Furnace of Eight Divisions to seal the dimensional rift at Mount Five Elements, preventing further demonic energy from leaking into the world, the existing miasma would not simply vanish overnight. The planet's environment remained tainted—anyone whose heart harbored even a hint of malevolence could still be corrupted by the lingering demonic energy and fall into darkness. 

Lost in thought, Yamiru reached out and grasped at the empty air. 

Though he was not of a Namekian Dragon Clan member, he was now a deity, and thus wielded mystical abilities of his own. 

An animal mask materialized in his hand. 

He pressed it against his face. 

Then, a blazing white aura erupted around him as he invoked the authority of Earth First Kami. 

At that moment, across the entire planet—whether in daylight or darkness, across snowy plains or dense jungles, over mountains or beneath the seas—every man, woman, and child, every human, beast-man, or monster-man, every martial artist or prayerful believer, every hero or ordinary bystander… 

All saw the same vision materialize before their eyes. 

A radiant white figure, shining brilliantly in the sky, majestic and awe-inspiring. By his side, the once-terrifying Great Demon King Satan seemed insignificant. 

In hidden corners of grasslands, snowy wastelands, and secluded forests, more and more people emerged, gazing upward. Some clasped their hands, some murmured to themselves, some wept, some laughed through their tears, some embraced one another, and some fell to their knees… 

And in every heart, the same voice resounded. 

It told them that the era of the demons had ended. That their suffering was over. 

It told them that from this day forward, all Earthlings must unite—whether ordinary, beast-like, or monstrous in form, they all shared the same ancestors, all endured the same centuries of torment under the demons. 

It told them that though the world was still tainted by demonic energy, this too would pass. The miasma could never truly shroud the blue skies or block out the sun forever. 

It told them that while remnants of the demonic race still existed, they were no longer a threat. The Six Great Demon Kings would never return, and no new ruler would rise among the stragglers. 

It told them that though he was Earth's Kami, he was not their savior. The future now depended on the Earthlings themselves—on their unity, their unshakable resolve, and their willingness to support one another as family, friends, and even strangers. It depended on every human, beast-man, and monster-man who embraced their shared identity as children of Earth. 

And finally, it told them that at the edge of the world, at the planet's very heart, he would erect a Korin Tower. Any who sought to eradicate the remaining demons, any who dared to challenge themselves in the martial path, any brave soul determined to grow stronger—all could climb this tower. And at its peak, he would be waiting… 

The voice slowly faded. 

In every mind, before every pair of eyes, the radiant white figure gradually dissolved into nothingness. 

Yamiru opened his eyes and rubbed his temples, exhaustion weighing on him. 

As a newly ascended deity—and not an experienced one like the North Kai—even with Earth as his domain, a planet-wide proclamation had drained him considerably. 

He took a deep breath, the air feeling fresher even through the mask. 

Turning to the motionless, standby-like Great Demon King Satan, Yamiru spoke. 

"Go," he said with a wave. "You are forbidden from killing humans or creating more purebred demons. And you must continuously absorb the ambient demonic energy, periodically returning to Annin's Furnace of Eight Divisions at Mount Five Elements to purge it back into Hell." He paused, then added, "If you encounter other demons, or if any try to rally under you… and you can't control them, just kill them." 

Only then did Satan's eyes flicker with life—perhaps some residual will left behind by Leslie's true form before it had been expelled from this demonic body. 

Without a word, the Demon King nodded, wreathed in purple energy, and flew away. 

High above the world, only Yamiru remained, his animal mask hiding his expression. 

After a moment, white flames burst from his body, and with a 'snap', he shot toward Mount Five Elements like a streak of light. 

With power surpassing even a Super Saiyan's, his speed was incomparable to his past self. Thousands of miles vanished in an instant, and soon, the towering five-peaked mountain range appeared on the horizon. 

By the time he saw it, he was already there. 

Plunging through the still-thick demonic mist, Yamiru flew unhindered into the heart of the mountain, where an enormous furnace stood. 

Snap. He halted abruptly, his aura dissipating.

Mr. Popo floated over on his magic carpet, his expression blank yet respectful. "Lord Kami," he said. 

Though this man had transformed from an unruly demonic dragon back into a human, though he wore an animal mask, and though his very aura had shifted multiple times—Mr. Popo would never mistake the identity of the Kami. 

Yamiru, still masked, nodded in acknowledgment. 

"Mr. Popo, I'll need your help with matters concerning Korin Tower and the construction of the divine palace," he said gently. Upon becoming a deity, he had instinctively grasped many divine abilities and authorities—among them, the power to establish a celestial residence. He suspected that King Yemma's Palace and North Kai's Planet were similar constructs. 

For once, Mr. Popo smiled, his curved sausage lips parting to reveal a single white tooth. "Serving the Lord Kami is Mr. Popo's duty." 

Yamiru nodded. Having an emissary and servant like this—one specially dispatched from the Other World—would make many things much easier. 

Behind the Furnace of Eight Divisions, the towering figure of Annin turned her head, wiping tears from her face as she gazed at Yamiru with a faint smile. But when her eyes landed on the golden halo above his head, her lips tightened briefly. 

"Your size is impressive, but your energy has weakened too much," Yamiru remarked, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. "Our heroine is now just an intimidating shell of her former self, huh?" 

Annin's expression was complex—her lips curled in a smile, yet her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She wanted to sigh, to say something profound… but more than anything, she wanted to roll her eyes at him in exasperation. 

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Rewinding time slightly… 

When the grand vision in Earth's sky slowly faded… 

In the Celestial Realm, within the void above the World Tree… 

A stream of clear wine rose from the mortal world, splitting into two droplets that landed in the palm of Bartender, the Celestial God, who stood effortlessly in the air. The droplets transformed into two flower petals. 

At that moment, an immense draconic silhouette manifested behind the deity—a colossal dragon's head, vast as the sky itself, coiled around from behind and loomed before her, peering closely. 

"Old man, what are you looking at?" Bartender idly twirled the petals in her palm. 

The great dragon's head pondered for a moment before condensing into the form of an elderly man—the Dragon God, Zalama. 

"I'm trying to figure out… just where you started overwriting reality," the Dragon God murmured thoughtfully. His eyes gleamed with unfathomable light, piercing through the barriers of universes and worlds, transcending the divides of time and space. "Unless my old mind is failing me, Yamiru's original history wasn't supposed to unfold like this…" 

A being like the Dragon God was no longer bound by the constraints of a linear timeline—he existed beyond the dimensions of time and space. 

He could be in the past, the present, or the future. 

He could experience the future before the past. 

When he had first encountered Yamiru, who had traversed tens of thousands of years to reach this era, this incarnation of the Dragon God had "communicated" with his future self and instantly understood the full context. 

He recognized Yamiru. 

He learned of the Earth Dragon Balls, his future friendship with Yamiru, and the existence of Yamiru's Spiritual Realm. 

That was why he had saved Yamiru. 

That was why he had imbued the golden dragon mark—originally a gift from his "future" self—with the power to purge toxins. 

According to the "history" the Dragon God had glimpsed when linking with his future self… Yamiru was supposed to briefly experience this chaotic era, grasp the rudiments of Ultra Instinct, undergo a personal epiphany, and gain enlightenment. However, he would fail to find a way back to his original timeline. To avoid complications, Yamiru would take his own life, and thanks to his close relationship with Annin (the Supreme Elderly Lord, Earth's first Kami) and his deeds in slaying many demons, he would be granted a physical body in the Other World's Heaven. 

As a dead man in Heaven, he would not need to reincarnate, nor would he age. 

Tens of thousands of years later, Yamiru would "die" into his original era… 

That was the future the Dragon God had foreseen when he saved the poisoned Yamiru. 

Clearly… it did not match the current reality. 

Not at all. 

The timeline surged forward, the mists of history flickering, reversing, racing… The Dragon God of the "past" opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward Earth. 

"Hmm?" The old man happened to witness two aliens "accidentally" crash-landing on Earth. Glancing further along the river of time, he saw these two aliens crossing paths with Yamiru. Tracing the origins of their arrival, the Dragon God's vision ascended to the void above the Celestial World Tree, where Bartender sat, observing Earth intently. 

"Why did you deliberately bring that Dragon Race member and that Sadalan Saiyan to Earth?"