Chapter 2

Lin Ke was thrown against the wall by the so-called master brother.

Suddenly, Lin Ke's vision blurred, and blood dripped onto the ground. He wiped it with his hand, but the pain exceeded his expectations.

"This kick really hurts," Lin Ke muttered, wiping his nose, as blood continued to flow, staining the ground around him.

Now that he finally understood what it meant to be a "scumbag with only 5 combat effectiveness" in the Dragon Ball world, Lin Ke realized it referred to the Earthlings.

As blood splattered on the ground, Lin Ke couldn't help but feel embarrassed. However, the senior brothers still encircled Lin Ke, who had taken on the role of Krillin, as usual.

"Yo! It's still a struggle for you; one kick and you're bleeding," mocked the senior brothers, their faces twisted with disdain, further souring Lin Ke's mood.

While others might gain a move or two upon being reborn, Lin Ke, in the role of Krillin, had no such advantage.

Lin Ke tried to stand but found himself dizzy and devoid of strength, unable to rise.

"This weakling! Can't even stand on one foot, a real weakling, hahahaha," jeered the second senior brother, fueling the mockery that filled the room.

Lin Ke felt utterly humiliated. As an Earthling, he couldn't help but question whether he'd forever be dependent on the Saiyans to protect the Earth.

The situation became even more unbearable when he had to endure humiliation at the hands of those with a mere combat effectiveness of 5.

Determined to break free from this torment, Lin Ke clenched his fists. His trembling wasn't from fear, but from his desire to confront the social scum before him.

"Look at this kid, trying to act tough," Senior Brother sneered, drawing the attention of the onlookers.

"Do you see this kid? Clenching his fists like he's going to fight me…" The crowd grew noisy, with many joining in the taunts.

"Isn't this little baldy daydreaming of taking on Senior Brother?"

Senior Brother stepped closer to Lin Ke, eager to teach him a lesson.

"Little baldy, clenching your fists so hard. Do you actually think you can hit me?"

With a disgusted expression, Senior Brother put his face right in front of Lin Ke's, acne and all.

"Go on, hit me, Senior Brother invites you."

Despite the spectators, most believed Lin Ke wouldn't dare to strike back, fearing the repercussions.

Lin Ke hesitated, reluctant to soil his hands, but he knew that if he didn't stand up now, he'd never earn respect.

He bit his lip, his eyes filled with a strange confusion, perhaps from the haze around him.

Suddenly, everything went silent. The noise vanished, and time seemed to freeze. Lin Ke was bewildered; was this all an illusion?

Then, a burst of incense wafted through the room from the central air, and Lin Ke gazed up to see a shroud of white mist forming before him.

"I must have seen too much death. Now, I'm hallucinating," Lin Ke mumbled to himself, bewildered by the bizarre events.

As the mist cleared, a hazy figure appeared, its form indistinct.

Boom!

A deep sound reverberated from the mist, and Lin Ke noticed several green feet moving within it.

After a few seconds, Lin Ke was completely frozen. The voice sounded all too familiar.

Wasn't this the posture of the Divine Dragon from Dragon Ball?

What in the world was happening? Why was the Divine Dragon here? Weren't there supposed to be seven Dragon Balls?

The biggest puzzle was that this Divine Dragon seemed unusually small, barely the size of a person.

"Don't be alarmed, young man. I'm not a dragon from the Dragon Ball, I'm just an NPC," a powerful voice echoed from the mist.

Lin Ke then noticed the dragon horn emerging, and everything began to make sense.

(No need to describe the dragon's appearance further; as a Dragon Ball fan, you can visualize it yourself.)

"I understand this is the Dragon Ball world, and I've been reborn as Krillin," Lin Ke finally dared to ask.

"Young man, I've already filled your head with a lot of information. If you have any doubts, just look inside," the Divine Dragon replied.

As Lin Ke's mind was flooded with images, he realized that he was now a part of the Dragon Ball universe, with scenes from the anime flooding his consciousness.