Dragon Ball Human

"Could this be… a hint?"

Sato Yamiru felt a bit excited and carefully examined the two connected coins in his hand.

"Sun Wukong got his head knocked three times and figured out that he had to check Master Puti's room in the dead of night. So, for me… these two coins stuck together, what could they mean?"

His eyebrows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.

He pondered the movements of the gray-green robed elder when tossing the coins, the arc and angle they followed as they fell, the force as the coins landed in his palm, the moisture and stickiness of his skin…

"Heh…"

Finally, Yamiru let out a soft and somewhat helpless smile, realizing he had probably overthought things and added too much drama.

He noticed that the two coins in his hand had quietly separated.

Yamiru looked at the two coins resting in his palm, their reverse sides facing up, and thought to himself that it was just like the contradiction within himself.

On one side was the part of him with no courage or confidence to step forward and pursue the path of the world's true masters; on the other side was the part of him secretly yearning for the excitement of this world.

Otherwise… why would he have gone up to that mysterious old man when he first saw him?

"Yeah, I guess I'm just a no one that's resigned to being a regular Earthling. Why did I have to go up to him?"

Ding.

Yamiru flicked one of the coins with his thumb, watching it spin and rise before falling back down. Without even looking, he caught it with the hand that didn't hold any coins.

He leaned back on the park bench.

"You're really just a no one…"

Yamiru had read many stories and comics full of passionate heroes. He admired those main characters and understood the difficult position they where in. But he didn't have that kind of "never give up" "warrior's heart" that the heroes in those stories had.

Son Goku never backed down in the face of a strong enemy, always challenging, challenging, challenging, surpassing his opponents and even himself.

Naruto Uzumaki trained tirelessly in secret, enduring injuries, knowing the brutal world of ninjas, but never turning back.

Luffy from One Piece took a useless rubber fruit and turned it into a power worthy of a king…

But Yamiru wasn't like that. He had given up for real.

He genuinely admired the protagonists in Dragon Ball fanfics. Just like him, they were all ordinary young people, but somehow, after crossing into another world, they became strong individuals with indomitable will. How did they do it?

After crossing over and realizing he was still an Earthling, Yamiru had more or less given up. He had almost surrendered.

He longed for the kind of adventure where, upon soul-transferring to Planet Vegeta, he'd have Saiyan blood, a violent start, and immediately run amok across the universe, triggering all kinds of powers, and just enjoy the ride... But those kinds of beautiful dreams were just for fantasy. He could imagine them and feel satisfied, but when he woke up, wiping the tears from his eyes, he was still just an ordinary Earthling.

But to be fair, it wasn't entirely his fault.

It's not like he was begging to be a Frost demon or a elite Saiyan, but who, after watching Dragon Ball, would believe... that an Earthling could ever compete with a Saiyan? That would be utterly stupid.

The strongest Earthling, Krillin, had worked hard for so long, and in the end, he was just a regular guy with a family and a small job as a traffic cop. His life was as ordinary as any Earthling's...

As someone with foresight as a transmigrator, Yamiru decided to skip the middle steps and retire early. Wasn't that a show of self-awareness?

Thinking about it, his current situation was quite similar to Luffy's when he was a child... Yamiru looked up at the drifting white clouds in the sky, musing. At the start, Luffy's rubber fruit made his punches soft and ineffective, and to others, it seemed like a useless power. But now, his situation was the same—he seemed to have some strength, but in the scale of power in Dragon Ball, he was no more than a speck of dust. But unlike Luffy, he didn't have a firm belief in the future.

"Maybe… knowing the plot of Dragon Ball isn't always a good thing…"

Yamiru looked down at his clenched fist.

When he threw the coins earlier, he quietly told himself that if it landed heads, he'd continue to be a No one, working a mundane job in Soth City.

But if it landed tails...

Then he'd set sail and became a pirate... wait, no—he'd go looking for Master Roshi!

But after a moment of hesitation, his hand just wouldn't open.

Instead, he glanced at his second-hand wristwatch. "Ah, I'm going to be late for work…"

He realized there was no time to waste, so he reluctantly decided to leave, thinking he'd come back tomorrow morning to the park. He wondered if he'd be able to run into that strange old man again.

Far above, in the sky, the gray-green-robed elder floated, watching Yamiru rush out of the park below. From such a height, the people on the ground appeared like ants, but the elder saw clearly.

The boy's running figure seemed to blur...

The elder furrowed his brows slightly.

Scanning around, the elder could see layers upon layers of illusions intertwining across the entire Earth...

With a dissatisfied grunt, the elder's figure vanished.

–--

When Yamiru referred to "moving bricks," it was actually just his joking way of describing his part-time job as a delivery worker for a logistics company.

In the Dragon Ball world, with no education, connections, or looks good enough to debut as an idol, his best bet for finding a part-time job was something that involved using brute strength.

When Yamiru first transmigrated, he had worked at a dockyard, carrying heavy sacks.

This part-time delivery job at the logistics company was introduced to him by a truck driver from the construction site back then.

On the bustling streets of South City, Yamiru moved like the wind, performing parkour as he went. When he turned into an alley, running too fast, he ran horizontally along the wall for a short distance, then performed a front flip, pushing off with his hands and landing steadily on the ground, continuing his way effortlessly. Passersby watching him were amazed, thinking, "This kid really knows how to have fun."

Yamiru himself found it cool, enjoying the sensation of moving with the wind—something he could never have done in his past life.

He arrived at the company just in time, clocked in, and changed into his work uniform.

"The goods are in Warehouse 2. Go move them yourself," his colleague, who resembled a mangy dog, told him.

Yamiru nodded, grabbing a cargo cart and heading to Warehouse 2.

There was a reason why he chose this part-time job.

First, although it was tiring, it wasn't too bad for Yamiru, especially compared to others. The work hours weren't long either, with the morning shift from 8 AM to noon.

Most importantly, the pay was good. With just four hours of work, the daily wage was 1400 Zeni.

On Dragon Ball's Earth, currency was called Zeni, which was roughly equivalent to the "Belly" in One Piece, with purchasing power similar to that of yen.

The reason this job paid more than average was that delivery work on Dragon Ball's Earth was not something just anyone could do, nor was it something that everyone was willing to do.

Because it was dangerous.

Sometimes, it could even be life-threatening.

This wasn't a joke. There were many different kinds of people on Dragon Ball's Earth. About 75% were regular humans, 17% were anthropomorphic animal-type humans, and 7% were monster-type humans, said to be descendants of demons. Lastly, there were about 1% who were alien hybrids—these figures were from Yamiru's reading of the South City Entertainment Daily. He wasn't sure about the accuracy, but the general categories seemed to be correct.

Animal people were known to be ferocious and barbaric.

This was a widely accepted view among the majority of regular humans.

Though over the course of Earth's long history, there had been many civil rights movements for animal-type humans, the lingering prejudices from history couldn't be easily wiped away.

In South City, a super metropolis, there was even a designated area known as the "Animal People District," where most of the city's animal-type humans lived.

Crime, gangs, violence, gambling, drugs... This was the general impression people had of the Animal People District. Even tourists, including those who were animal-type humans themselves, usually avoided the district, fearing they might fall victim to muggings or even worse—gang violence.