I Am Cell?

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"Doctor, could you please give me the full anesthesia package?"

"Full anesthesia? Sir, you know this is just a simple procedure to remove some excess skin tissue."

"S↘o↗? Is that not possible?"

"It is, but it'll cost you extra!"

"..."

After paying the fee, the doctor pulled out a long, thin syringe and plunged it into Mo Yuan's gluteal muscle.

Mo Yuan then peacefully closed his eyes.

Dragon Ball world.

In the mountains near North City on Earth.

A secret laboratory was hidden inside a hollowed-out mountain, and deep beneath that laboratory lay an even more concealed chamber.

A computer was running at high speed.

Inside a nutrient-filled incubation tank, cells collected from Earth's martial arts masters, Saiyans, and Namekians had fused together, forming an insect-like embryo.

An old man with white hair, wearing a brown jacket and a receding hairline that reached the back of his head, stared at the embryo in the tank with a face full of frustration. (At this point, Dr. Gero had not yet transformed himself into an android.)

"Too long. I cannot wait that long."

According to the computer's projections, it would take at least twenty to thirty years for the genes within these cells to fully fuse and reach maturity.

One had to realize that these were cells from the strongest races in the universe.

Even a genius as brilliant as Dr. Gero could not accelerate the fusion process any further.

Moreover, Dr. Gero was well aware of his own physical condition; while he was still relatively healthy, he certainly wouldn't live that long.

Unless...

Dr. Gero shook his head. Even if he did that, he was unwilling to wait so long.

He had long since grown tired of the days when Son Goku was still alive.

He didn't want to see Son Goku and his gang prancing around on Earth for even a single moment.

Son Goku, the man who had ruined his life's work, deserved to go to hell sooner.

Dr. Gero took one last deep look at the embryo, turned off the lights, and prepared to leave.

He had decided to abandon this project, though not entirely; he didn't shut down the computer, leaving it to continue running and researching.

It was just that his own focus would no longer be placed here.

Furthermore, the modifications on those twin siblings from a few years ago were nearing completion.

This was the closest he had come to success in all his years of human experimentation.

What's more, for this experiment, Dr. Gero had concentrated all his efforts on the permanent energy reactor and power enhancement functions.

They would definitely be more powerful than any of the previous androids.

If they succeeded, even without this ultimate android, Dr. Gero was confident he could completely annihilate Son Goku.

Thinking of this, the expression on Dr. Gero's face improved significantly. He closed the door and strolled away.

However, Dr. Gero did not notice that the very moment he closed the door, a faint glimmer of light flickered within the incubation tank and merged into the embryo.

Once the light merged with the embryo, the various racial cells within it suddenly seemed to lose their barriers, fusing together in an instant.

The embryo also entered a state of rapid growth.

Even its original insect-like appearance gradually changed as it grew.

Yet, all of this remained unknown to anyone, and Dr. Gero never stepped foot in this place again.

Time flies like a white horse passing a crevice.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

The underground secret laboratory had not changed much compared to five years ago.

The computer was still running, and most things remained the same.

The only change was the embryo in the incubation tank.

In five years, the original insect-shaped embryo had ceased to exist.

In its place was a little boy who looked only four or five years old, appearing extremely adorable.

He had soft, light purple short hair, and two small "Y"-shaped horns sprouting from the sides of his head.

A thick tail had also grown from his coccyx.

This tail was neither the monkey-like tail of a Saiyan nor the dinosaur-like appendage of a Frieza.

Instead, it was covered in light purple scales matching his hair, with a flame-shaped fin at the very tip.

Other than that, he was no different from an ordinary human.

The little boy was completely naked, curled up into a ball inside the incubation tank.

Hm? Why am I in water?

Wasn't I at the hospital for surgery? I even paid for the full anesthesia package.

Mo Yuan could not control his body; his eyelids felt as if they had been welded shut, refusing to budge no matter how hard he tried to force them open.

It felt exactly like sleep paralysis—his consciousness was perfectly clear, yet he had zero control over his physical form.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, he could feel his entire body submerged in liquid.

The strange thing was, despite not wearing an oxygen mask, he wasn't drowning!

Have hospitals become this advanced now?

But surely a surgery like mine wouldn't require such high-tech equipment?

Just as Mo Yuan was grumbling to himself, a massive surge of memories flooded directly into his brain, arriving as suddenly as a first period—completely without warning or time to prepare.

"Son Goku, Vegeta, Frieza, King Cold, Piccolo, Krillin, Tien Shinhan..." (During these five years, the computer had collected cells from Frieza and his father, King Cold.)

The memories contained not only data on these individuals but also their various martial arts techniques and his own method of evolution.

And a single command: Kill Son Goku!

Did I transmigrate into the Dragon Ball world? And I turned into that giant bug, Cell?

Piecing together the memories that had appeared out of thin air, Mo Yuan realized the only character in Dragon Ball that matched was Cell.

Although he had loved the Dragon Ball anime since he was a kid, and often fired "Kamehamehas" at thin air or raised his hands above his head to gather a "Spirit Bomb," this was different.

Dammit, I just liked watching it! You didn't have to send me here to be a spectator!

I have a hundred acres of land and twenty buildings waiting for me to collect rent, and most importantly, I haven't deleted my browser history on my computer and phone yet...

So, please, give this precious opportunity to someone else!

Besides, other people usually transmigrate after getting hit by a truck while saving someone or being diagnosed with a terminal illness.

I, for the love of—I just went to get a circumcision! How does that lead to transmigration?

Have the requirements for transmigration become this bizarre nowadays?

Mo Yuan gritted his teeth in his mind.

He knew this was the Dragon Ball world, a place where the danger level was off the charts.

Compared to Dragon Ball, worlds like the "Eye Legend" or the "Bitch-playing" ones next door seemed like child's play.

What's more, he had actually turned into the villainous giant bug?

Isn't this just a one-way ticket to getting killed off?

Wait!

A flash of inspiration struck Mo Yuan.

He had seen plots like transmigration in novels countless times.

Most transmigrators couldn't function without their golden partner: the System.

And those who had systems—weren't they all "becoming CEOs, marrying beauties, and reaching the pinnacle of life"?

His requirements weren't even that high; just a ten-pull to start, an SSR, and maybe some God of Destruction-level combat power would do!

That's not asking for much, right?

Since he couldn't control his body to speak, Mo Yuan began to call out in his mind with a pious tone.

"System!"

"System!?"

"..."

"System-chan~~~ how am I supposed to live without you!!!"