Galactic Sheriff, Krillin!

Jacoo arrived at the mission hall in his personal spacecraft, a look of slight urgency on his face.

Many aliens waiting to accept missions saw Jacoo, a confidant of the Galactic King, approaching, and they were somewhat curious.

"There's no reason for Jacoo to personally come for a mere Earthling registering as a Galactic Patrolman. Could it be... he really has a Battle Power of 50,000?" a short alien thought, their face suddenly turning pale as their legs began to tremble.

The Galactic Patrol today is not like the ancient times. Those with over 10,000 Battle Power are important combat personnel in the Galactic Organization, usually only assigned to special missions, mostly within the Galactic Guard. Most of the aliens accepting missions in the mission hall have a Battle Power of around 1,000. Krillin's 50,000 Battle Power naturally caused a huge stir in the mission hall.

Jacoo's eyesight was famously good, even better than Goku's, a big shot with billions of Battle Power. Jacoo spotted Krillin from afar. Seeing a bald young man, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Good thing his hairstyle isn't like that Saiyan's."

But thinking that Krillin was a big shot with 50,000 Battle Power, Jacoo couldn't help but feel a bit nervous and accelerated towards Krillin.

"You must be Lord Krillin!" Jacoo greeted Krillin respectfully.

Krillin sized up the Galactic Patrolman, whose attire resembled Ultraman, and said with a mysterious smile, "Your name is Jacoo, right? I've seen you on Earth!"

Jacoo's relaxed expression immediately tensed up as he shouted, "How is that possible?"

Krillin smiled again, "Then I must have mistaken you for someone else."

"It must have been a mistake," Jacoo said quickly. "Wait, if you mistook me, how do you know my name?"

Krillin didn't let Jacoo ponder further. Krillin just couldn't resist teasing him a bit. Krillin said, "Take me to see the Galactic King!" Krillin had scanned with his Ki and realized he had been too cautious before. There were no particularly powerful individuals among the Galactic Patrol. It was worth the Galactic King personally meeting him, a 50,000 Battle Power Earthling, to register as a Galactic Patrolman.

Jacoo nodded with some unease.

"Don't worry, I've never seen you before, Jacoo!" Krillin said, looking at Jacoo.

"Alright, follow me."

"Shadao, wait for me here," Krillin said, turning to Shadao.

"Yes, Lord Krillin," Shadao relied entirely on Krillin to take him back.

The defense of Galactic Headquarters is truly advanced, Krillin marveled at the space cannons. However, the existence of Z Fighters on Earth is more precious than anything.

"Welcome, visitor from Earth, to becoming a glorious Galactic Patrolman," the Galactic King's solemn voice boomed.

"How shameless! I haven't even registered yet, and I'm already a Galactic Patrolman? The Galactic King is too eager to recruit me?" Krillin grumbled inwardly.

Krillin stepped forward and thanked the Galactic King. Krillin looked at the Galactic King, feeling a bit curious, "Why are all the hidden big shots so small? Pfft pfft hahaha." Krillin tried his best to hold back, maintaining a serious expression.

The Galactic King sized up Krillin and said, "Why did you choose to become a Galactic Patrolman?" The Galactic King stared at Krillin sternly.

"Damn it, there's one here too."

Krillin began to talk nonsense with a serious face: "I grew up listening to stories of the Galactic Patrol. The wise and mighty Galactic King leads the Galactic Patrolmen to defeat countless space pirates. From that moment on, my dream was to become a Galactic Patrolman."

"This is too far-fetched, even more absurd than King Kai's bad jokes. I wonder..." Krillin looked at the expressionless Galactic King.

The Galactic King was clearly pleased with Krillin's words. The effect of the same words spoken by different people varies. If his subordinates said this, the Galactic King would find it utterly disgusting, but when Krillin, a master with 50,000 Battle Power, said it, the Galactic King felt as if he were bathed in spring breeze.

Hahaha, the Galactic King let out a hearty laugh. "Earthling, your choice is undoubtedly correct. The Galactic Organization bears the responsibility of maintaining universal peace."

"I will personally register you," the Galactic King declared loudly.

The Galactic King took out an unknown object, shaped very much like a Kajiya Vajra, and waved it around Krillin, chanting strange incantations. After a moment, the Galactic King produced a watch-like device and handed it to Krillin. "Alright, this is your exclusive equipment."

Krillin casually took it. Suddenly, a projection shot out from the watch, displaying information:

Galactic Patrolman: Krillin Rank: Galactic Sheriff Mission: None Points: 10000

Jacoo couldn't help but feel envious upon seeing the information. He had worked for so many years and was still just a slightly special warrior, while Krillin, upon arrival, was already a sheriff with so many points. When he went to Earth on a mission back then, he only received a thousand points...

Krillin looked at the information and thought it seemed pretty good. He was already a sheriff. Krillin smiled inwardly. In the original story, didn't Krillin eventually become a police officer? He didn't expect to become a "sheriff" ahead of schedule. Krillin knew what the points were for, but he wasn't sure about their purchasing power.

Krillin "pleasantly" chatted with the Galactic King for a long time, then took the opportunity to slip away under the guise of work and returned to the mission hall.

The Galactic King was still intoxicated by Krillin's flattery. If Krillin saw this scene, he would definitely scoff and say, "Your subordinate is untalented, but when it comes to flattering a superior, that's my specialty." Hehe.

Krillin returned to the mission hall, but this time his identity was completely different from before, and the treatment he received was naturally inconsistent. This was the hierarchy of Galactic Headquarters. After all, in the Dragon Ball World, might makes right. The world of the strong has no place for the weak; it has always been this way.

Shadao, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed forward when he saw Krillin emerge, asking excitedly, "How did it go? Did you become one, sir?"

"Become what?" Krillin said, feigning composure.

"Did you register as a Galactic Patrolman!" Shadao continued.

"Oh! I didn't."

Shadao was full of disbelief. With the adult's strength, how could he not have succeeded?

"I didn't become a Patrolman, but I did become a sheriff," Krillin said with a smile.

"Really?" Shadao's face was filled with excitement. Anyone who didn't know would think he had become the sheriff. Shadao remained frozen in place, stunned.

Krillin, who had walked dozens of meters away, shouted without turning back, "Keep up, Shadao, we're going to the reception room to get missions."

"Oh!" Shadao snapped back to reality and quickly chased after Krillin.

In the reception room, Krillin browsed the missions. These missions were graded from E to SSS. E-class missions were mostly reconnaissance or energy extraction, which could be completed by someone with ordinary Battle Power of 200. As for SSS-class missions, there were several, all involving eliminating Frieza, Cooler, and the like. The Galactic Organization truly has commendable courage, Krillin mused inwardly.