The door opened.
It was not Videl.
It was the world hero—Krillin!
Mr. Satan was instantly stunned.
So that business card was not fake!
He could not help muttering inwardly.
Could that promise about cooperation also be real?
He had treated it like a scam.
Mr. Satan reacted quickly. He immediately asked respectfully,
"M-Mr. Krillin?
"Why did you personally come here?
"I was planning to make an appointment with Miss Marron first, then visit your home myself…
"To have you come here personally, I really feel embarrassed!"
Mr. Satan looked somewhat nervous.
He had no idea whether his careless attitude before would make Mr. Krillin angry.
Krillin smiled.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Satan.
"Actually, I asked someone to arrange a meeting with you because I wanted to ask you for help.
"But after thinking about it, since I'm the one proposing the cooperation, it would be more sincere for me to come personally.
"That's why I came to visit you today. Please forgive the sudden intrusion."
Mr. Satan blinked.
"You want my help?"
"Yes," Krillin answered seriously.
Mr. Satan felt overwhelmed by the honor and hurriedly said,
"Please tell me!
"As long as it's something I can do, I'll definitely go all out!"
Krillin nodded.
"Then I'll be direct.
"I'm originally a martial artist. I'm not good at communication or social engagements.
"Recently, after defeating Cell and reviving so many people, the attention has become too intense. The fans are even more fanatical than before.
"They've not only affected my training, but seriously affected my life as well.
"I hope you can become my assistant and help me handle the media and public affairs."
After hearing Krillin's words, Mr. Satan immediately began thinking.
"So that's what this is…"
Mr. Satan had always dreamed of becoming a world hero.
Even though he had never reached any impressive heights, he often dreamed of standing on stage, receiving awards, interacting with fans, and watching money pour in from every direction.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he worked, he was only a martial artist slightly stronger than ordinary people.
He was never truly famous.
Unlike Krillin.
Krillin not only came from a prestigious lineage as the disciple of Master Roshi, the God of Martial Arts, but he also possessed power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
The media had plenty of footage of Krillin fighting enemies.
He could fly.
He could use mysterious and powerful energy waves.
Especially those terrifying scenes where a single energy blast could easily flatten a mountain or sweep across the sea.
That kind of strength had already surpassed the realm of ordinary humans.
At that level, ordinary people could only worship him.
They could not even feel jealousy.
However, when Mr. Satan realized Krillin was inviting him to become his personal assistant, his eyes lit up!
To Krillin, overenthusiastic fans were disturbing his life.
But to someone smooth and socially skilled like Mr. Satan, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
He had plenty of ways to make money.
He had simply never had the right chance to use them.
Mr. Satan immediately patted his chest and promised,
"No problem! I'm more than willing!
"Mr. Krillin, you may not know this, but I'm not only your loyal fan—I'm also a somewhat famous martial artist!
"Although my martial arts skills are not outstanding, what I'm best at is dealing with the media!
"Letting me become the assistant of a world hero like you and handle the media around you is simply too easy for me."
Krillin nodded happily.
"Really? Seeing you so confident makes me feel much better!"
Mr. Satan smiled.
"Since Mr. Krillin came to find me in such a hurry, I assume there are already some troublesome matters that need to be handled?"
Krillin nodded.
"That's right. You really are smart. I have a few things I need to explain to you."
As he spoke, Krillin took out a thick stack of materials.
"These are photos from when I searched for the Dragon Balls over the past few days. Please take a look and tell me what you think…"
Mr. Satan took the photos.
When he saw the images of Krillin flying through the sky, diving into the sea, and searching for Dragon Balls inside volcanic terrain, his pupils shrank.
"My goodness! So Mr. Krillin went through so much hardship searching for the Dragon Balls these past few days!
"I thought that with Mr. Krillin's strength, you only needed to fly around the world and casually gather all seven Dragon Balls!"
Krillin gave an awkward smile and said nothing.
For him, gathering them in two hours really did count as casually gathering them.
But Mr. Satan immediately gave his own insight.
"I understand now. Mr. Krillin gave me these because you want me to use the media to publicize the hardships you endured.
"You want everyone to know that Mr. Krillin is actually very busy saving the world…"
Krillin nodded.
"Right. As expected of Mr. Satan, you understood immediately.
"The purpose of doing this is to stop too many people from bothering me.
"So the busier you can make me sound, the better.
"If a terrifying enemy or monster invades Earth, I'll take action.
"Even if I can't solve it myself, I'll call my friends to help.
"But if the media has any matters, I want them—and the public—to come to you first."
Mr. Satan's eyes widened into perfect circles.
"So what you mean is, no matter what happens, as long as it isn't a major crisis that could destroy Earth, the media should come to me first?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I mean," Krillin said seriously.
Mr. Satan was ecstatic inside.
He loved being in the spotlight more than anything.
So Mr. Satan patted his chest confidently.
"Mr. Krillin, leave it to me! I guarantee I'll handle it beautifully for you!
"However, organizing public activities requires activity funds. About that…"
As Mr. Satan spoke, he rubbed his hands together.
Krillin did not beat around the bush. He directly placed a suitcase down.
"Don't worry. I already prepared it.
"Mr. Satan, there is one hundred million here as your recent activity budget.
"The faster this matter is handled, the better. If it isn't enough, contact me again."
Mr. Satan accepted the suitcase with surprise and joy.
When he opened it, the stacks of bills inside nearly dazzled his eyes.
In his entire life, he had never seen so much money.
Mr. Satan looked at Krillin with worship in his eyes.
"As expected of Mr. Krillin. You're truly generous."
Krillin smiled.
"Alright, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll be going now."
After speaking, Krillin turned and left.
"Take care, Mr. Krillin…"
Mr. Satan happily escorted Krillin out the door.
Late at night, little Videl dragged her exhausted body back home and pushed open the door.
Then she froze in place.
The cramped living room had been completely refreshed.
A snow-white tablecloth covered the old coffee table, and it was filled with steaming grilled steaks, creamy baked lobster, and delicate strawberry cake.
Mr. Satan wore a brand-new apron and was clumsily pouring juice into wine glasses.
"Dad, what's going on?"
Mr. Satan secretly kicked a burnt frying pan under the sofa with his foot, then looked at Videl.
"W-Welcome home! How is it? Your old dad's cooking skills aren't bad, right?"
Videl stared at the delicious food on the table with trembling eyes and said in shock,
"Dad… did you transfer the dojo away?"
Mr. Satan wagged his finger, straightened his back, picked up Krillin's business card, and coughed twice.
"Ahem!
"I now officially inform you.
"World Hero Affairs General Representative—Mr. Satan officially takes office today!"
Videl snatched the business card from him.
"How is that possible? Didn't you say this business card was fake?"
"What fake? I never said that!"
As he spoke, Mr. Satan opened the suitcase, revealing a full case of money.
"Look. This is your father's recent activity budget—one hundred million!"
Videl gasped.
"One hundred million?!"
Seeing Videl's shocked expression, Mr. Satan immediately sat down in satisfaction.
"Eat, Videl. From now on, our family may never be short of money again."
Videl said seriously,
"Dad, you absolutely cannot misuse someone else's money…"
"Don't worry, don't worry. Dad knows what he's doing…"
...
Although Mr. Satan loved to brag, he was efficient when handling matters.
The very next day, he got busy.
He began contacting major media outlets and carefully packaging Krillin's heroic deeds.
Because he possessed first-hand materials, Mr. Satan earned a small sum just from choosing which media companies to sign with.
Of course, the most important thing was completing the task properly.
After several promotional videos were released, news about Krillin quickly spread everywhere.
World Hero Krillin Works Tirelessly, Crossing Mountains and Rivers to Revive All Living Beings!
Into Volcanoes and Across Glaciers! Krillin Pays a Great Price to Save the World!
A True Hero! Krillin Acts Quietly and Asks for Nothing in Return!
After seeing these reports and promotional videos, the public was deeply moved.
Those who had once complained about Krillin felt deeply ashamed.
On social media, Krillin's reputation skyrocketed once again.
Taking advantage of the attention, Mr. Satan attracted investors and planned to make a movie starring Krillin.
The main story would be about defeating Cell and saving the world.
...
A few days later, Krillin and Marron sat at home watching the news about him on television. Both of them were somewhat stunned.
Krillin scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
"Marron, that Mr. Satan really is talented!
"But isn't this a little exaggerated?"
Marron giggled.
"How is it exaggerated? All of this is true!
"In fact, to other people, these are impossible things.
"Besides, isn't it good to let everyone know how hard a hero works?"
Krillin shook his head helplessly.
But deep inside, he felt much more relaxed.
"Maybe… this isn't bad."
...
Mount Paozu.
Goku's home.
Android 18 sat on the sofa, cleaning Goku's ears while he rested his head on her lap.
"Don't move, Goku. Be careful or I'll make you deaf…"
Goku lay shamelessly on Android 18's legs and smiled.
"Going deaf would be even better. I'd sleep more soundly…"
At that moment, Launch turned off the television and turned back.
"Goku, that Satan guy seems to be doing pretty well!
"Krillin hasn't gone out these past few days, but now the entire world is almost full of news about him."
"Yeah. That guy is really good at putting on a show!
"Leaving media matters to him is absolutely the perfect professional match…"
Chi-Chi, who was knitting at the side, said,
"That's true. He really is impressive. With him around, Krillin is much more relaxed now.
"It seems that if someone wants to be a superhero, they need a capable assistant like that…"
Chi-Chi had already begun thinking about finding an assistant like Satan for Gohan once Gohan grew up and became a superhero.
Just then, little Bulla ran in from outside.
"Daddy! Daddy! I heard from Aunt Marron that the martial arts tournament will invite a few aliens.
"They're supposed to be really strong. Can I participate too?"
Goku blinked.
"Aliens? What aliens? They're all just people acting…"
When the word aliens came up, Goku seemed to suddenly remember something.
He immediately asked,
"Bulla, what's Aunt Marron's father's name again?"
"He's called Qianduo Duo, Daddy. How do you not even know him? He's one of the world's top billionaires…"
"Qianduo Duo?!"
Goku's eyes suddenly widened.
Qianduo Duo.
Wasn't he the billionaire who organized the martial arts tournament that Bojack's gang infiltrated?
Goku could not help exclaiming,
"What a coincidence. That guy is actually Marron's father!"
Bulla continued asking,
"Daddy, you still haven't answered me. Can I participate? I'm terrifyingly strong now."
As she spoke, little Bulla raised her arm, showing off her slightly bulging bicep.
Goku immediately rejected her.
"No. It's too dangerous. You can't go."
Android 18 immediately pulled the cotton swab out of Goku's ear.
"Goku, why are you getting so worked up?
"Bulla is already very strong. What danger could there be?
"If she can participate, maybe the top three prize money will all belong to our family."
Goku was speechless.
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