Destruction

Having figured out a way to break the deadlock, Lin Fan rushed back to the villa like a mad dog.

Bulma and Mai wanted to greet him as he returned, but Lin Fan didn't even spare them a glance. He began rummaging through cabinets and drawers, pulling out a mountain of colorful snack bags from his system space.

Potato chips, pudding, cola, and even several whole roasted chickens.

He piled these items haphazardly onto a large tray, held it up with both hands, and dashed out into the yard, tilting his head back to shout at the empty void.

"Lord Beerus! Lord Whis! I know you're watching!" Lin Fan held the tray high, his face twisted into an extremely sycophantic smile. "This is the most delicious food in the entire universe! As long as you become friends with me, Lin Fan, I will provide an unlimited supply every single day! And I'll never repeat a dish!"

Above the clouds.

Son Gohan looked down at the ridiculous scene below, feeling speechless.

The mystery was completely solved.

This guy definitely didn't possess one of those unreasonable, overpowered protagonist systems. Seeing his desperate behavior—resorting to bribing original characters with snacks when faced with a crisis—it was clear his trump cards were extremely limited. He most likely had a bottom-tier system that required points or resources to exchange for items.

"Let's go, the farce should end now." Son Gohan tugged at his black robe.

The two slowly descended from the high altitude. Their wide, black cloaks completely obscured their figures and faces.

When Lin Fan saw the two black-robed figures drifting down from mid-air, his eyes lit up instantly.

The method had worked!

"Lord Beerus! Lord Whis!" Lin Fan scrambled toward them, falling to his knees and holding the snacks high above his head. "I am Lin Fan, and I have long admired the great name of the God of Destruction! These are just a token of my respect. As long as you say the word, I can provide you with the most delicious food in the world!"

On a skyscraper in the distance.

The hearts of Piccolo, Krillin, and the others sank to the bottom of their chests.

"It's over." Krillin said with a bitter, panicked expression. "That guy who was secretly helping Vegeta has really appeared. Looking at the way Lin Fan is fawning over them, these two black-robed figures must be monsters thousands of times more terrifying than him!"

Piccolo gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his body.

If these two monsters truly joined forces with Lin Fan, then Earth was beyond saving. Son Goku and Vegeta, lying in the ruins, wouldn't even have a chance to turn the tables!

A breeze blew by, lifting a corner of Trunks' black cloak.

Looking at Lin Fan, who was groveling on the ground, and then looking past him to the villa behind, where Bulma stood with hollow eyes and revealing clothing, Trunks' long-suppressed rage erupted.

"Disgusting trash!"

A cold voice emanated from beneath the hood.

Lin Fan froze for a moment.

This voice didn't sound like the God of Destruction Beerus at all.

The next instant.

BOOM!

A terrifying golden aura, indescribable in words, surged into the sky, blowing the hood off the young man's head.

The brilliant golden light illuminated the entire sky over West City once again.

After the Ultimate Cell incident, his base combat power had reached a staggering three billion. With the fifty-fold multiplier of the Super Saiyan transformation, this power soared to a new height in an instant.

The sycophancy on Lin Fan's face froze, and his pupils reflected a rapidly enlarging combat boot.

BANG!

A dull sound of flesh shattering exploded through the air.

Trunks kicked Lin Fan squarely in the face.

Lin Fan's nasal bone shattered instantly, and his entire body flew backward like a cannonball, scraping against the ground and carving a terrifying trench over ten meters deep and a thousand meters long across the Capsule Corporation plaza.

"Pfft!" Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with bits of internal organs, his body riddled with countless broken bones.

The strength-anchoring mechanism he was so proud of was a complete joke in front of Trunks. Since his anchor points were Son Goku and Vegeta, his current base combat power was at most around five hundred million.

In front of Trunks, he was no different from the way he had toyed with Son Goku and Vegeta—he was nothing more than a target for a one-hit kill.

SWISH!

Trunks' figure vanished, appearing above the deep crater the next moment.

He stomped down heavily.

CRACK!

"AAAAAAH!" Lin Fan let out a pig-like shriek as his legs were crushed into a pulp.

"This kick is for Uncle Goku!" Trunks' eyes burned with scorching rage.

BANG! Another kick shattered Lin Fan's right arm.

"This kick is for my father!"

Trunks grabbed the last bit of Lin Fan's hair, hoisting him up from the crater. Looking at the face, which was severely distorted by pain, Trunks clenched his other fist.

"And this punch is for everyone else!"

BOOM!

A heavy punch, brimming with rage, slammed violently into Lin Fan's abdomen.

Lin Fan's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as the clothes on his back exploded outward; the terrifying force of the punch tore straight through his body, reducing a building behind him to ruins.

Elsewhere.

Krillin's eyes were practically popping out of his head as he pointed at the golden figure pummeling Lin Fan in mid-air, stammering in incoherent excitement, "Su... Super Saiyan! That person is a Saiyan too! And he's even stronger than Lin Fan!"

Piccolo's taut nerves finally relaxed, and a look of grim satisfaction curled his lips. "Excellent. That guy seems to share our goal; he isn't an enemy!"

Amidst the ruins, Son Goku and Vegeta, having regained a sliver of consciousness, watched the one-sided beating in the air with eyes full of utter shock.

Too strong.

Lin Fan, who had been grinding them into the dirt, was now being ground into the dirt by someone else.

High above, Lin Fan was beaten until he was barely recognizable.

He was going insane.

Where on earth did this terrifying Trunks pop out from! The plot hadn't even reached this point yet, and how could he be this strong!

"System! Exchange a Super Saiyan 3 trial card for me! Hurry!"

Lin Fan roared hysterically in his mind.

Ding.

The points he had accumulated for so long were wiped to zero in an instant.

An incredibly violent, wild power suddenly erupted from within Lin Fan's broken body.

As a golden light flashed, Lin Fan's hair instantly grew down to his waist, his brow ridge protruded, his eyebrows vanished, and dense blue arcs of electricity swirled around his entire body.

Super Saiyan 3!

A four-hundred-fold increase over his base state!

This sudden surge of power allowed him to instantly break free from Trunks's restraint and retreat a hundred meters away. He then pulled out a Senzu Bean to heal his wounds.

"Hahahaha! I am the Child of Destiny!" Feeling the surging power within him, Lin Fan regained his arrogant demeanor. "I don't know how you appeared here, but it doesn't matter anymore. Prepare to die, you brat!"

Lin Fan transformed into a bolt of lightning, carrying the terrifying combat power he believed to be invincible, and threw a punch toward Trunks's face.

He expected to see Trunks's brains splatter everywhere.

However.

Snap.

Trunks merely raised one hand, not even swaying an inch, and caught Lin Fan's full-force punch with ease.

A light breeze blew by.

The air fell into a deathly silence.

The manic laughter on Lin Fan's face froze instantly, and his eyes filled with incredulous terror.

"How... is this possible..." Lin Fan's voice trembled as he tried desperately to pull his fist back, only to find that Trunks's hand held him locked tight like an iron vice.

Streaks of electricity flickered over Trunks's body before his palm exerted a sudden, crushing force.

Crack!

Lin Fan's knuckles were shattered instantly.

"No! Wait! I don't want to die..."

Before Lin Fan could finish his sentence, Trunks's other hand was already pressed against his chest.

A chilling, violet-red light ignited in his palm.

"Hakai!"

The violet-red energy erupted instantly, completely engulfing Lin Fan.

This time, there was no Substitution Jutsu, no miracle; everything was over.

Lin Fan didn't even have time to scream; his body and soul disintegrated inch by inch under the power of the Hakai Energy, which erased all laws of existence, and faded into nothingness.