Supermodel Reward

The host's little mustache beneath his blond hair twitched like a cockroach hit by a live wire.

The microphone in his hand wasn't just an amplifying tool—it was more like a lifeline.

The replay of Mr. Shen being flicked away with a single finger still looped on the big screen.

But that didn't cool the crowd's heat one bit; it only splashed water into a pan of boiling oil.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Hold your breath!"

"Right now, the wheels of history are stopping to change a tire!"

The host roared, a rainbow of spittle spraying in the sunlight.

"The excitement isn't over yet!"

"We're about to witness the ultimate showdown of this tournament! A Turtle School brother-on-brother clash!"

"On one side, the unfathomable Bald Demon King Krillin! On the other, the ever-rising Martial Arts Red Son Goku!"

"There can only be one champion, only one strongest on Earth!"

Krillin stood on the arena, ignoring the roaring waves of noise around him.

His focus was entirely on the pale blue light screen only he could see.

[Ding! Host detected entering the finals. Final mission triggered.]

[Mission Objective: Defeat Son Goku and claim the championship of the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament.]

[Mission Restrictions: Must not kill the opponent, must not fall out of the arena, must not use external weapons.]

[Victory Reward: S-Rank Talent—"Son Goku's Combat Instinct (Plundered Version)".]

Krillin's breath hitched for half a beat.

He'd figured the system would toss him some stat points or a skill book like "Destructo Disc Kai."

But he never expected the system to put Son Goku's most core, most absurd cheat code on the table.

He tapped open the reward's detailed description, the dense text making his scalp tingle and his heart race.

[Talent Description: The most unreasonable combat genius in the universe. With this talent, the body becomes the most precise martial arts photocopier.]

[Feature One: Visual Replication. Any technique based on "ki" or "martial arts"—see it once to grasp the principle, twice to use it, three times to outperform the original. Reference cases: Master Roshi's Kamehameha, honed over fifty years—the original mastered it on first sight; Tien Shinhan's Solar Flare; Namekian gigantification (requires physique support); Frieza's destruction discs—all instantly grasped.]

[Feature Two: Absolute Adaptation. Evolve in real-time during battle. The stronger the opponent, the faster the self-improvement. Against Hit's time-freezing "Time Skip," predict the future and break the time barrier within a few moves. Against foes beyond your dimension, forcibly break limits on the brink of death.]

[Feature Three: Divine Domain. Natural affinity for high-dimensional energy. Whether it's the life-draining forbidden technique Kaio-ken or the divine Spirit Bomb that borrows power from all things, master them in no time. Even the "Ultra Instinct" that even Gods of Destruction struggle to reach—let every cell gain independent consciousness, automatically dodging and counterattacking without thought.]

[Note: This talent, when fused with the host's "Saitama Template," will produce unpredictable chemical reactions.]

Krillin swallowed hard.

This wasn't a talent—it was a key to Zeno's back garden.

The Saitama Template gave him "the removal of limits" and "absolute power"—the foundation, the confidence that one punch could silence the world.

But the Dragon Ball world was packed with flashy rule-based techniques: Evil Containment Wave, body swaps, turning people into chocolate, time stop...

If he had this talent on top of Saitama's body, he wouldn't just be a brute spamming basic attacks—he'd be a six-sided monster who mastered every art and crushed all with raw force.

"This reward is mine."

Krillin clenched his fist, knuckles cracking like popping beans. He stared at Goku across from him, his gaze burning like a beggar starving for three days spotting a greasy roast chicken.

Goku felt a chill from Krillin's look, instinctively stepping back half a pace, hands raised to guard his chest.

"Krillin, your eyes are weird... like Bulma's when she sees a gem."

"No way, I'm just admiring my prize... I mean, my opponent."

Krillin grinned, flashing white teeth, his bald head reflecting blinding light under the sun.

"Hehe, I don't know what you're thinking, but I can feel you're strong now—really strong!"

Goku quickly shook off the weird feeling, replacing it with pure excitement.

He rolled his ankles, lowered his stance, and assumed the Turtle School opening form.

"Krillin, you know? These three years on Kami's Lookout, I've been looking forward to this final moment every day."

Goku's voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the noise.

"Mr. Popo taught me to be as still as the sky and as fast as lightning."

"But whenever I think about the heat of battle, I can't stay still!"

"Then don't."

Krillin stroked his wristband, and the Nano Gravity Battle Suit retracted instantly, revealing a physique as chiseled as marble.

No exaggerated bulges—every muscle line flowed with shocking smoothness, packed with explosive power.