Harvest

Mr. Shen took off his glasses.

In that instant, his normally unremarkable gaze became incomparably deep, as if it held a sea of stars.

He knew that conventional methods were useless against this monster.

"In that case..."

Mr. Shen's voice turned solemn and grand, no longer sounding like that of a middle-aged man.

"Then let me show you the art of the gods."

He spread his arms, and his body slowly floated into the air.

The space around him began to distort.

This wasn't ordinary ki, but a more advanced use of energy—magic.

"The Evil Containment Wave... No, that move would make this mortal body collapse if I used it."

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

His fingers traced swift patterns through the air, leaving golden trails behind.

"God Binding Technique!"

The golden trails instantly became solid chains, shooting toward Krillin from all directions.

These chains weren't physical objects, but were made of pure psychic energy. They could lock an opponent's soul and ability to move directly.

"This is..."

Tien Shinhan's expression changed dramatically in the arena below.

"It's very similar to Chiaotzu's psychic powers, but on a much higher level!"

The golden chains instantly wrapped around Krillin, binding him like a dumpling.

"It worked!"

Mr. Shen breathed a sigh of relief.

Once this move landed, even King Piccolo would be unable to move.

"So this is the power of a god?"

Krillin looked down at the golden rings around him. His body did feel a little heavier, like he was... wearing a thick sweater?

"Is that the best you can do?"

Krillin raised his head, his voice full of disappointment.

"If this so-called 'god' is only this strong, then I've greatly overestimated the position."

"You... What did you say?"

Mr. Shen was stunned.

"Break...!"

Krillin didn't even strike a pose to exert himself. He simply stretched his chest.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The clear sounds of breaking rang across the arena.

The divine chains, supposedly capable of binding souls, burst apart under Krillin's sheer physical strength like cheap plastic ropes.

Golden fragments vanished into the air, dissolving into specks of light.

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

It was the backlash from having his technique forcibly broken.

"Impossible... This is a binding spell that governs the laws of reality... How could brute strength break it?"

Mr. Shen's entire worldview shattered in that moment.

In his understanding, magic and laws stood above physical strength.

But Krillin's very existence seemed to tell him: as long as you're strong enough, laws are nothing but a joke.

"Nothing is impossible."

Krillin dusted off his chest and took a step forward.

Just one step.

Boom!

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

It wasn't ki. It was the overwhelming presence of a male creature at the top of the food chain.

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

The bald man seemed to become a black hole, greedily swallowing all the light and hope around him.

"You... What are you?"

Mr. Shen fell to the ground. He could barely maintain his disguise as a middle-aged man, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Me?"

Krillin walked up to him and looked down, sunlight gilding him from behind.

"Master Roshi's disciple, Krillin."

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

Thunk.

He hadn't used any technique for that flick—not even "Ordinary Finger." It was nothing more than the sort of force you'd use to tease a child.

But to Mr. Shen, it felt like being hit by a battering ram.

He tumbled backward several times and landed on the ground with his arms and legs splayed, his glasses flying off.

The arena fell silent.

A few seconds later, laughter erupted.

"Hahahaha! What's that guy doing?"

"He fell over from a forehead flick?"

"That's a scam! He's totally faking it!"

"Krillin is too strong! He can even send people flying with a forehead flick!"

Lying on the ground beneath the blue sky and white clouds, Mr. Shen's heart was filled with bitterness.

He'd lost.

He'd lost completely.

There were no excuses.

Even if he'd used his true divine body, the outcome would have been no different.

His opponent was on an entirely different level of existence.

It was absolute power—the ultimate example of how overwhelming strength could overcome any technique.

"I surrender."

Mr. Shen raised one hand, his voice weak.

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

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

[ Calculating mission rewards... ]

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

Krillin looked at the System Panel, the corners of his mouth curving with satisfaction.

A healer skill?

Not bad.

This was a rare resource in the early days of Dragon Ball, equivalent to carrying an unlimited supply of Senzu Beans.

If Bulma or anyone else got hurt in the future, he could just lay these hands on them...

Heh, the image was too beautiful.

Mr. Shen shakily got to his feet, picked up his glasses, and put them on.