Dragon Ball Human

Yamiru clenched his fist, struggling to muster strength. After all the days of being injected with sedatives, he had gradually adapted to this weakened state.

He glanced over at the experiment table not far away, where half a Senzu bean lay, next to the sword that Jioea had sent him. There were about 13 minutes left until the next Red Ribbon soldier would come to patrol this lab. Yamiru took a slow breath, clearing his mind, and began to move.

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Click, click, click...

The sound of leather shoes echoed down the empty corridor. As the footsteps approached, a beam of light swept across the hallway, revealing a Red Ribbon soldier patrolling with a flashlight.

"Yawn..." The soldier yawned, rubbing his eyes, and continued his rounds, moving from one room to the next.

Soon, he arrived at the door of a particular lab. His nose twitched as he caught an odd scent. Blood?

The soldier tiptoed closer to the door, sniffing carefully. His eyes widened in surprise. It was indeed the smell of blood!

It couldn't be. The experimenters were supposed to disinfect and clean the area before leaving. There was no way the blood of the test subjects would be left exposed... Could something have gone wrong in this lab? The soldier hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to report it immediately or…? In the end, he decided to check it out for himself.

Click.

He quietly switched off the flashlight and tucked it into his chest pocket. Then, he put on night vision goggles and took out his key, cautiously unlocking the lab door.

The door slowly creaked open.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

The lab was pitch-black, deathly silent, with only a circle of multicolored indicator lights flickering on various machines. Through the night vision goggles, the darkness took on a dark green filter, and the outlines of several experiment tables became visible. The patrolling Red Ribbon soldier, now alert to the blood scent, started inspecting the room, unable to resist pulling the knife from his waist and holding it in his hand.

Soon, he found the source of the blood—on one of the tables at the edge of the room.

"Oh my God…" The soldier whispered in shock. Through the dark green tint of the night vision, he saw that on each of the four corners of the table were two severed legs and one severed arm. Holding back his nausea, the soldier touched the severed limbs, and the exposed edges of the breaks were horrifyingly gruesome, as though they had been forcefully twisted and broken after intense struggle. The blood and flesh still felt warm.

The soldier's heart raced with panic. He quickly grabbed his radio and whispered urgently, "This is patrol soldier 439. Abnormal situation discovered in A302 lab…"

As the soldier was reporting, he suddenly froze, raising his foot and looking down. To his shock, there was a pool of blood beneath him.

He looked ahead, where the blood trail twisted forward, with two circular, deep blood stains at regular intervals, as if a giant brush had dipped into the blood and paused at two points... The soldier took a deep breath. With his other hand, he drew his pistol from his side, cocked the gun, and then, cautiously following the blood trail, he slowly advanced. Eventually, he reached a long experiment table on the other side of the lab.

The surface of the table was a mess, covered in bloodstains, as if someone had wiped it with a blood-soaked rag.

The soldier noticed a glass dish had been overturned, and it was close to the edge of the table—it had been moved. He picked it up and saw a label on it, but it was smeared with blood. He could faintly make out the words "food... hunger..." and some illegible letter sequences.

After quietly setting it back down, the soldier noticed the blood trail continued elsewhere.

But strangely, this new trail wasn't as clear as the one between the two tables! Moreover, the two distinct pauses, resembling the marks of a brush dipped in blood, were gone. In their place… The soldier widened his eyes, crouching down to inspect more closely—there were footprints! Small footprints, and from their size… they seemed to match the severed feet he had seen earlier… But how was that possible?!

He turned back to the experiment table, where the severed feet and hand were still lying.

His breathing grew a little faster, and the soldier became more nervous. With his left hand gripping the pistol and his right holding a knife, he followed the bloody footprints toward a metal cabinet.

The cabinet door was shut, but it wasn't locked.

The soldier bent down, and saw blood dripping from the gap beneath.

"Who's there? Come out!" The Red Ribbon soldier raised his pistol, speaking in a low voice towards the cabinet door. His breaths were short and rapid, his heart racing. But there was no response from inside the cabinet—no sounds, not even breathing. Several times, he reached out to open the cabinet door, but hesitated. Why would severed feet grow back? Was it some kind of monster? Was the doctor's lab haunted?!

The soldier's face was drenched in sweat, but he couldn't remember to wipe it away.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from the doorway, startling him.

"What happened?"

The sound from the doorway grew louder, and the soldier suddenly remembered that he had just called for backup, reporting an anomaly here.

The arrival of his comrades gave him some courage. He shouted, "Over here!"

Then, gritting his teeth, he opened the metal cabinet, but it was empty, just a dark green void. Suddenly, he looked down and saw a curled-up figure. The figure raised its head, and two golden eyes flashed! Before the soldier could react, the figure, like a swift and agile leopard, had already thrust a sword through his throat, the blade emerging from the back of his neck without a drop of blood on it.

"Where did the sword come from?" The soldier's consciousness faded, and before it was gone, he suddenly remembered this question. He hadn't seen any sword earlier, though this golden-eyed boy seemed to be holding something that looked like a ball…

Yamiru, expressionless, withdrew the blade and swiftly jumped out, his bare feet silent. He concealed his Golden Veil and, as the soldier fell, quickly hid beneath the body. With one hand, he tightly gripped the sword ball, pressing it against the soldier's throat. At that moment, Yamiru had no distractions. His breathing and heartbeat were slower and calmer than usual. He even closed his eyes, focusing entirely on his hearing.

It seemed like a door was opening, faintly.

The footsteps grew closer, rhythmic and frequent. It sounded like two people were approaching.

"Where is he?" one voice whispered, footsteps in disarray.

"Over there!" another voice came closer to Yamiru.

Tap, tap, tap...

Yamiru mentally matched the pace of the footsteps, trying to visualize the movements of these two Red Ribbon soldiers in his mind.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" the voice came almost to his ear! Yamiru could feel the voice drop suddenly—someone crouched down! The body on top of him shifted slightly, pushed.

Yamiru quickly imagined the posture of the crouching soldier as they flipped the body over, focusing on the soldier's head position.

The first soldier to discover the body began feeling around and quickly found the bloodstain at the back of the neck. At the same moment, a cold sensation filled his mind, followed by the feeling of something foreign twisting inside, and then everything went black. A sharp blade pierced through the back of the soldier's skull, and the blade withdrew just as quickly. The soldier's body slumped, collapsing onto the first corpse, the whole process swift and silent.

Beneath it all, Yamiru silently switched the sword ball to his other hand.

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