Galactic Patrol Headquarters

Krillin was resting on a primitive planet at the moment. He panted heavily. When a person was unlucky, even drinking cold water could chip a tooth. He had transferred to ten planets in a row, all of them without atmospheres. After many twists and turns, he had finally found this small planet. Though somewhat barren, it still showed traces of life originating there.

The universe was vast beyond measure. There were many planets with life, but barren planets were still far more common.

Krillin casually found a rock and lay down on it, gradually recovering his Ki.

System, display attributes. Ding...

Time: Era 756

Name: Krillin

Age: 21

Race: Earthling

Dimension: Level 1 Dimension (equivalent to Korin)

Battle Power: 360,000 (next limit: 5,000,000)

Potential: 4,640,000

Training Speed: Speed of Light

After fighting Nail, his Battle Power had increased by another ten thousand. Combat was the best way to temper oneself. Looking at the roughly eight hundred Senzu Beans he had left, Krillin realized they were only enough to last him a little over a year. The Senzu Bean Plantation still needed six months before the plants fully matured, and it would take another half a year or so before they bore fruit. Krillin could not help but feel troubled.

"Ding. Planet Namek actually contains another kind of energy-rich substance called coal sludge. At the same weight, coal sludge contains nine hundred times the energy of coal," the system suddenly chimed in.

"Damn it, we've already come this far and you're only telling me now? ***" Krillin nearly exploded.

"Do you want to become a coal miner?" the system said flatly.

"One hundred tons can be exchanged for a single point of energy. Your sons have sons, and your grandsons have sons—if you mine coal without end, you might be able to maintain your VIP speed for a month," the system said disdainfully.

"Mining coal?" The image was too beautiful to imagine. Fine, pretend I never said anything... Krillin's face darkened.

"Some planets still have high-level energy. Isn't that better than mining coal?" the system said again.

The Galactic Patrol headquarters is in the Central Galaxy. Looks like I need to make a trip to the Galactic Patrol headquarters. It would be best to infiltrate their ranks. After all, the Galactic Headquarters has existed for a very long time and knows about the changes of countless stars in the universe. Perhaps I can use it to find planets with high-energy resources, Krillin thought.

Krillin stood up and prepared to use Instant Transmission again. He could not help complaining that he might as well learn the Yardratians' Instant Transmission. Still, both had their flaws. If he could not sense Ki at the destination, he still could not reach it. The one he had learned now, however, could be activated as long as he knew the location.

With a swoosh, Krillin's figure vanished from the spot.

After dozens of jumps, Krillin gradually approached the Galactic Patrol headquarters. As a major power, the Galactic Patrol's territory was quite prosperous. Krillin had already passed several commercial planets. Commercial planets were places where aliens traded, and nearly every major force had several of them under its control, developing interstellar trade. Commercial planets were also highly advanced technologically.

The closer he got to the center, the stronger the Galactic Patrol's defenses became. Krillin saw countless cosmic cannons, and he could sense a rather terrifying aura from them. Each shell probably carried nearly ten thousand units of energy. The Galactic Patrol had been able to contend with King Cold's Family until now, so its strength could not be underestimated.

With defenses this strong, barging in rashly would probably end badly. After thinking it over, Krillin used Instant Transmission to reach a commercial planet. The Galactic Patrol headquarters was located alone on a single planet, surrounded by layer upon layer of defensive systems. The commercial planet before him should be the bridgehead for entering the Galactic Headquarters.

"I wonder if the language is compatible." Krillin looked at the "aliens" before him, with their humanoid bodies and monstrous heads. He found one who looked fairly human and somewhat better-looking. "Hey, brother, can I ask you something?" Krillin asked an alien standing nearby.

The alien looked confused and pointed at himself, asking whether Krillin was talking to him.

Krillin's face lit up. He could understand?

"Chirp chirp chirp? Gah gah gah!" the alien said as he walked toward Krillin.

Krillin: ...

The alien took out a round, spherical flying device and tossed it into the air. The spherical device first played the strange language from before, then spoke words Krillin could understand. "Automatically matching language..."

"What did you call me for? You can call me Allens," the spherical object said in a mechanical voice.

What an amazing invention. Krillin quickly asked, "Allens, how do I get into the Galactic Patrol headquarters? I'm from Earth. You can call me Krillin."

"To enter the Galactic Patrol headquarters, you need to register at the Galactic Patrol Administration Office. You can only enter after it is confirmed that you are not from one of those evil forces. You're rather handsome, so you don't look like one of them," the mechanical voice sounded again.

Good-looking people were popular wherever they went. Nothing to be done about it. Sigh. "Where is the Administration Office? I want to enter the Galactic Patrol headquarters."

"Then I'll take you there!" Allens said with a smile.

"Sorry to trouble you," Krillin replied politely. He could tell that Allens was a friendly alien.

Allens somehow summoned a spacecraft and called to Krillin, "Krillin, get on. I'll take you there."

Krillin nodded slightly and leaped lightly onto it.

Allens piloted the spacecraft toward the Administration Office.

"By the way, Krillin, what are you going to the Galactic Headquarters for?" Allens asked curiously.

"To look up some information, and to register as a Galactic Patrolman while I'm at it," Krillin explained slowly.

"Galactic Patrolmen are incredible. I heard the requirements for Battle Power are extremely strict. Only people with special abilities can become Galactic Patrolmen."

"Hehe, my Battle Power is enough. I want to do my part in maintaining peace in the universe." Krillin was mocking himself internally. How had words like that slipped out of his mouth so naturally? Slap, slap, slap.

Allens looked at Krillin innocently, his eyes filled with stars. He looked exactly like a girl from Krillin's previous life fangirling over an idol.

"We're here. The tallest building ahead is it," Allens said to the Krillin he admired.

Krillin quickly jumped down and ran inside, shouting, "Thank you, Allens!"

The one working there was a tall, imposing alien who gave off the impression of great strength. However, Krillin sensed his Ki. He was all bark and no bite, with only five hundred Battle Power.

The Galactic Patrol had been powerful in ancient times. Krillin did not know whether it still had a boss holding down the fort, but he believed it did. Otherwise, King Cold's Family would have wiped out the Galactic Patrol long ago.

"Hello, I'd like to register as a Galactic Patrolman at the Galactic Patrol headquarters." Perhaps because it was military equipment, the alien understood Krillin's words immediately.

"Sure. To become a Galactic Patrolman, you need to last fifty moves against me," the alien said as he looked at Krillin's small frame.

Krillin understood what he meant. So he was mocking him for being short. He could not stand it. Why were aliens all so obsessed with judging people by appearances? Wasn't little Frieza still the ruler of the Northern Galaxy?

"Fine. Let's go," Krillin said calmly. I'll show you that the best things come in small packages.

Krillin followed the alien into the combat arena.

Krillin could not even be bothered to use Ki. He casually assumed a fighting pose. "Earth's Krillin."