Harvest

Mr. Shen took off his glasses.

In that instant, his once ordinary gaze turned profoundly deep, as if hiding an ocean of stars within.

He knew conventional methods were useless against this monster.

"In that case—"

Mr. Shen's voice became solemn and grand, no longer the tone of that middle-aged uncle.

"—let me show you a technique befitting a god."

He spread his arms, and his body slowly levitated.

The space around him began to warp.

This wasn't pure ki, but a higher form of energy manipulation—magic.

"Evil Containment Wave... no, if I use that move, this mortal body will collapse."

Mr. Shen instantly dismissed the sealing technique and switched to another ability.

His fingers traced rapidly through the air, leaving golden trails.

"God Binding Technique!"

Those golden trails instantly materialized into solid chains, shooting toward Krillin from all directions.

These chains weren't physical; they were made of pure psychic force, capable of directly binding the opponent's soul and movements.

"This is..."

Tien Shinhan's face changed drastically from below the arena.

"It's similar to Chiaotzu's psychic powers, but the level is far higher!"

The golden chains wrapped around Krillin in an instant, binding him like a dumpling.

"Got him!"

Mr. Shen breathed a sigh of relief.

Once this technique landed, even King Piccolo would be immobilized.

"So this is the power of a god?"

Krillin looked down at the golden rings around his body, feeling a slight heaviness—like wearing a thick sweater.

"Is this your full strength?"

Krillin lifted his head, his tone dripping with disappointment.

"If this is all a so-called 'god' amounts to, then I've overestimated the job."

"You... what did you say?"

Mr. Shen froze.

"Break... for me!"

Krillin didn't even bother to assume a power stance; he simply did a chest expansion.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Crisp breaking sounds echoed across the arena.

Those divine chains, said to bind the soul itself, snapped like cheap plastic ropes under the sheer brute force of Krillin's body.

Golden fragments dissipated in the air, scattering like starlight.

Mr. Shen felt as if struck by lightning. His floating body shuddered violently, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

That was the backlash from having his technique forcibly broken.

"Impossible... that's a rule-based restraint... how could it be shattered by raw strength?"

Mr. Shen's worldview shattered in that moment.

In his understanding, magic and rules stood above physical force.

But Krillin's existence seemed to tell him: if your power is great enough, rules are just a fart.

"Nothing is impossible."

Krillin patted the dust off his chest and took a step forward.

Just one step.

Boom!

The entire arena shook violently. Mr. Shen felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure bearing down on him.

It wasn't ki. It was the pure, primal aura of a male creature standing at the top of the food chain.

In Mr. Shen's eyes, Krillin was no longer a human, but a beast capable of devouring heaven and earth.

That bald head seemed to turn into a black hole, frantically consuming all light and hope around it.

"You... what the hell are you?"

Mr. Shen fell to the ground, barely able to maintain his middle-aged disguise, his face pale as paper.

"Me?"

Krillin walked up to him, looking down from above, the sunlight behind him gilding his silhouette.

"Master Roshi's disciple, Krillin."

Krillin reached out and lightly flicked Mr. Shen on the forehead.

Thump.

That flick used no skill, not even a "casual finger"—it was purely the force of teasing a child.

But Mr. Shen felt as if he'd been hit by a battering ram.

He tumbled backward several times, landing on his back with his limbs in the air, his glasses flying off.

The entire venue fell dead silent.

A few seconds later, a burst of laughter erupted.

"Hahaha! What's that old guy doing?"

"He fell from a flick on the forehead?"

"That's a scam! Definitely a scam!"

"Krillin is too strong! Even a flick can send someone flying!"

Mr. Shen lay on the ground, staring at the blue sky and white clouds, his heart full of bitterness.

He lost.

Lost completely.

No excuses.

Even if he used his true divine form, the result wouldn't change.

The other party simply wasn't a being from the same dimension.

That was absolute power—the ultimate embodiment of overwhelming force overcoming all skill.

"I surrender."

Mr. Shen raised one hand, his voice weak.

The Referee froze for a moment, then shouted, "Mr. Shen surrenders! The winner—Krillin!!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on defeating the Earth's Kami (disguised version).]

[Task reward being calculated...]

[Acquired S-rank passive skill: Beginner God Healing Technique.]

Krillin glanced at the System Panel, a satisfied smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

A healer skill?

Not bad.

This thing was a rare resource in the early Dragon Ball era—basically carrying an unlimited supply of Senzu Beans.

If Bulma or anyone else got hurt later, he could just put his hands on them...

Heh, the image was too beautiful.

Mr. Shen wobbled to his feet, picked up his glasses, and put them back on.