The shaking of the ground finally stopped.
Following the terrifying, planet-core-groaning tremor, there was a profound, deathly silence.
The Avengers, standing atop Stark Tower, couldn't get the God's-eye view that a space station astronaut would have of the horrific scar running across the North American continent.
But even just looking west with the naked eye revealed a heartbreaking sight.
The previously rolling horizon was now abruptly snapped. A massive gorge, dozens of miles wide, smelling faintly of burnt earth and residual purple energy, looked like God had taken a chisel and carved a deep line into the land, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Dust blanketed the sky, forming a gigantic wall that split the heavens in two.
Where there were once mountains, rivers, and forests, there was now only an Abyss.
It was truly bottomless—a depth of at least six miles, reaching deep into the Earth's crust, where the red glow of churning magma could be faintly seen.
Steve Rogers' shield clattered to the ground.
The World War II veteran, who had faced the Red Skull and charged into Hydra bases alone, now looked at that rift, which seemed to lead directly to Hell. His legs were uncontrollably shaking.
This was beyond the scope of a war.
It was beyond the scope of a natural disaster.
This was a miracle, a demon's masterpiece, a forbidden territory that no mortal could ever hope to reach!
"Is that... his power?"
Tony Stark's face behind the mask was paper white. J.A.R.V.I.S. had stopped reporting because no data model could possibly evaluate this level of destruction.
His prized Iron Man suit looked like a plastic toy in the hands of a baby learning to walk, compared to this fissure.
If he weren't in the armor, he wouldn't dare look directly at the figure hovering in the air.
But the most shattered was undoubtedly Thor.
He stared blankly westward, his eyes, once full of divine light, now filled with existential doubt.
As the Prince of Asgard, he had seen things: the Bifrost cracking a planet's surface, the Casket of Ancient Winters freezing a world.
But those were with the power of mythical artifacts!
This man, standing before him, had done it with a mere wave of his hand!
Even his father, Odin, at the peak of his power, probably couldn't achieve this without the legendary spear Gungnir.
"This mortal... no, this monster..." Thor mumbled, his throat as dry as if he'd swallowed sand. "Since when did Midgard breed an entity of this magnitude?"
And Loki, still hugging the floor?
He now wished he could burrow himself into the concrete.
As a god who had once served under Thanos, he had seen the purple Titan in a rage.
Thanos was strong—terrifyingly strong.
But Thanos's strength was a heavy, oppressive, overlord kind of power.
This blonde Frieza...
His strength was pure, nonsensical, a type of malice that seemed to find joy in utter destruction!
"Stronger than Thanos... absolutely stronger than Thanos!"
Loki screamed internally. He was now practically grateful that he'd surrendered so quickly and was wearing that humiliating jumpsuit.
If he had shown even a flicker of defiance, if he had hesitated for one second, he'd probably be filling in that chasm right now!
High in the air,
Frieza slowly lowered his right hand and gently blew on his fingers, dusting off non-existent residue.
He looked down at the Super Heroes, who were completely terrified. He saw the mix of shock, fear, and despair on their faces, and a deep sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.
This was the pleasure that power brought.
There was nothing more relaxing than watching a group of self-proclaimed heroes tremble before absolute, villainous strength.
"Oh dear, my bad."
Frieza slowly descended, hovering ten feet above their heads, looking down on them.
That elegant, humble smile returned to his face, as if it wasn't him who had just parted a continent, but a gentleman who had accidentally broken a vase.
"I seem to have exerted myself just a little too much."
"It's been a while since I stretched my muscles, so my control over my power is a bit rusty. I trust Earth's self-repair abilities are up to par?"
Earth's self-repair abilities, my butt!
Tony ranted silently. You just sliced the tectonic plate! Do you expect it to grow back like a lizard's tail?!
He didn't dare speak the words, nor did he dare take a deep breath.
Frieza ignored their silence. He turned, facing the stubbornly hovering news helicopter and Christine Palmer's trembling camera.
He adjusted his tie and flashed a charming, cover-of-Time-Magazine-worthy smile at the lens.
"To all our viewers around the world, consider that little demonstration... a small Easter Egg for the opening ceremony of the Frieza Games."
"Now, I must reiterate the rules."
Frieza held up three long fingers.
"Three days."
"I am giving you precisely three days."
"In three days, I await your challengers at Madison Square Garden."
"Whether it's the Avengers, the military, or those sorcerers and hidden freaks lurking in the mountains..."
"If you can land a single blow on me, I will leave."
At this point, Frieza's smile grew cold, his crimson eyes glittering with chilling menace.
"But if, three days from now, no one dares to show up, or if you lose..."
"Then the ownership of this planet will be officially transferred to me, Frieza."
"Of course, if anyone objects, or tries to pull any boring little tricks..."
He pointed toward the massive chasm in the distance, his voice as soft as a love confession:
"I don't mind cleaning up the 'vermin' around here."
"After all, I plan to convert this planet into a resort, and I don't need this many trash-generating humans, do I?"
"Eliminating all human life on this planet, for me, is merely a wave of the hand."
BOOM!
This sentence, carried by the live broadcast signal, instantly detonated global panic.
There was no anger, no protest.
Only fear.
Pure, absolute fear.
When a man threatens you with a knife, you might get angry and want to fight back.
But when a god has just cut a continental plate in half right in front of you, and then smiles while telling you he's going to wipe out all of humanity...
All you have left is despair and trembling.
In the helicopter, Christine's hand was shaking like she had severe Parkinson's; she could barely hold the microphone. She looked at the elegant devil, her teeth chattering: "He... he's serious... he's really going to kill us all..."
On the roof of Stark Tower,
A wave of icy dread washed over the Avengers, chilling them to the bone.
Eliminate all of humanity?
Lunatic! This man was an absolute, raving lunatic!
But the most terrifying part was that this lunatic had the power to make good on his promise!
At that very moment,
The system notifications in Frieza's mind went off like a speed-boosted, high-pitched cartoon video.
> [Ding! Detecting extreme global panic!]
> [Fear Factor +10!]
> [Fear Factor +10!]
> [Fear Factor +10!]
> [...]
Seven billion people worldwide.
Even if only half saw the broadcast, and only a tenth of those felt fear, it was still an astronomical number!
The Fear Factor gauge, which had been stuck in the billions, was now rocketing upward!
2 Billion... 5 Billion... 8 Billion...
In less than a minute.
> [Ding! Congratulations, Host! Total Fear Factor has surpassed 10 Billion!]
> [Achievement Unlocked: Junior Grand Villain!]
> [Unlock Condition Met! Frieza Template (Second Form) is unlocking...]
BOOM!!!
An aura even more terrifying, deeper than before, quietly awakened within Frieza.
Though he still maintained the handsome human appearance on the surface, the terrifying power of the Emperor of the Universe was undergoing a quantum leap deep within his soul.
> [Unlock Successful!]
> [Current Form: Frieza (First Form)]
> [Power Level: 530,000 (Base)]
> [Unlocked: Frieza (Second Form)]
> [Power Level: 1,000,000+ (Transformation Boost)]
> [New Unlocked Skills: Gigantic Storm (creating large-scale destructive energy storms with a wave of the hand), Horn Rush, Super Regeneration (limb reattachment level), Energy Sensing (no need for Scouter)...]
> [Next Stage Unlock Goal (Third Form): 500 Billion Fear Factor.]
> [Current Total Fear Factor: 71 Billion / 500 Billion.]
One million power level!
That was the official data for Frieza's Second Form in the Dragon Ball universe!
In a world where planets explode constantly, this might just be a transitional form.
But in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, where even an awakened Thor might only have a power level in the tens of thousands?
This was a true god!
Frieza closed his eyes, savoring the boundless, ocean-like power surging through him.
With just a thought, he could switch to his Second Form.
That was the monstrous shape, nearly ten feet tall, with massive horns and bulging muscles.
However, he wouldn't transform just yet.
This custom-made Italian suit was expensive; it would be a shame to tear it. Besides, maintaining this handsome human facade while watching these insects tremble beneath his dress shoes—wasn't that contrast much more entertaining?
"Hoo..."
Frieza slowly exhaled and opened his eyes.
His crimson pupils were now deeper, as if they contained two consuming black holes.
He glanced at the next goal on the system panel.
> [Next Stage Unlock Goal (Third Form): 500 Billion Fear Factor.]
> [Current Total Fear Factor: 71 Billion / 500 Billion.]
"500 billion, huh..."
Frieza didn't look discouraged; instead, he smiled with satisfaction.
While the last wave harvested the entire planet, it only brought in about 70 billion. After all, fear has an expiration date.
To reach 500 billion, these simple methods wouldn't be enough.
He needed the fear to fester, to penetrate their very bones.
The "Frieza Games" in three days would be the perfect catalyst.
"Well, I think I've collected enough interest for today."
Frieza was in high spirits. He smoothed his sleeve, his gaze sweeping over the Avengers, who looked like toys that had lost their usefulness.
"Alright, today's performance is over."
"Remember to attend the party in three days. I wouldn't want anyone to be absent."
With that, he turned away, not sparing a glance for those behind him.
"Loki, let's go."
Loki, who was playing dead on the ground, flinched at the summons. He quickly scrambled up, ignoring his aches, and scurried to Frieza's side.
"Yes, Master! Right here!"
"Back to the office."
Frieza said dismissively, then the topic changed, his tone growing menacingly cold.
"And on the way back, we'll settle a few scores."
Loki's steps faltered. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his suit.
Settle scores?
"Back on the roof, I distinctly felt someone thinking about stabbing me in the kidney with a dagger?"
Frieza glanced at Loki with a smirk, the look of an adult observing a naughty child.
"You didn't actually think I was paralyzed, did you?"
THUMP!
Loki's knees buckled, sending him crashing onto the shattered glass. His face was pure white.
"Master! I... I was trying to peel you an apple! Really! I thought you looked tired from the fight and needed some vitamins!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Frieza grabbed Loki by the back of his collar, and his body slowly rose into the sky.
"Then you can go back and 'peel' apples for me all night. If they aren't peeled perfectly..."
"I'll peel your skin off and make a new rug out of it."
WHOOSH!
Frieza pocketed the Space Stone. A purple light shot skyward, carrying the Emperor of the Universe and a screaming God of Mischief, disappearing beyond the Manhattan skyline.
They left behind only a group of desperate, shell-shocked Avengers and a city plunged into endless terror.
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