BOOM!
A massive blue figure stumbled out of the shattered spatial rift, filled with rage and frustration.
Apocalypse!
This mutant progenitor had been tormented enough inside the Mirror Dimension.
Despite his god-like power, he had been crashing around inside like a headless fly.
"Damn witch! I'll tear you to shreds!!"
The moment Apocalypse emerged, before he could even assess the situation, he let out an earth-shattering roar.
His blue armor was tattered, and his face was written with tyranny.
However.
His roar was cut off halfway, as if an invisible hand had strangled him.
Because he saw it.
He saw the utter devastation on the ground, the pile of biological sludge that used to be Captain America, and the shattered moon.
Most importantly.
He saw the petite figure hovering in mid-air, pure white and emitting a faint purple glow.
The figure was clearly much smaller than the previous form, seemingly only about 1.6 meters tall.
But in Apocalypse's senses...
That figure was like a collapsing neutron star!
The oppressive pressure, terrifying enough to make his soul scream, made even the X-genes in his body tremble in fear!
Wha... What kind of monster is this?!
It was a hundred times stronger than the previous one! No! A thousand times! Ten thousand times!
The anger that had just ignited in Apocalypse was instantly doused like a match thrown into liquid nitrogen.
"Mas... Master?"
Apocalypse's legs gave way uncontrollably, and he knelt with a thud into the pile of rubble.
The movement was so practiced it was heartbreaking.
Frieza tilted his head slightly, glancing at his subordinate who had just been released.
"Oh? Isn't this my Captain Apocalypse?"
Frieza's voice had become crisp, more gender-neutral, yet even colder.
"It seems the bald mage's tricks are over?"
"Since you're out, stay there and watch obediently."
Frieza paid no more attention to Apocalypse; he had more important things to do.
He rose slowly until his figure could be clearly captured by every camera.
He spread his arms, his pure white body reflecting a holy yet bewitching sheen under the sunlight.
"Listen well, ants of Earth."
Frieza's voice exploded in everyone's ears across the globe.
"The game is over."
"As you can see, your so-called hope, your so-called heroes, even your final trump card..."
"In front of this Emperor, they are nothing more than fragile toys."
Frieza extended a finger and pointed at the land beneath his feet.
"From this second on."
"This planet is officially renamed—Planet Frieza 001."
"All governments, armies, and organizations are hereby dissolved."
"All resources, land, and populations are now listed as assets of the Frieza Legion."
At this point, the smile on Frieza's lips abruptly vanished.
Two terrifying beams of red light shot from his eyes.
"If anyone still harbors fantasies, if anyone still wants to play the laughable savior..."
"Then bring it on."
"Whether you are rats hiding in the sewers or beasts concealing yourselves in the deep mountains."
"If I detect even a shred of resistance..."
Frieza's hand made a grasping motion in the void.
In the distance, the Statue of Liberty, the bronze symbol of the American spirit.
Under the gaze of the public, it suddenly flew to his side, then twisted and deformed.
With a BOOM, it was crushed into a ball of scrap metal by an invisible force!
"Your fate will be the same as this pile of scrap, and that fool with the shield."
"I will not hesitate, nor will I show any mercy."
"After all..."
Frieza tilted his head, revealing a smile that was innocent yet utterly cruel.
"The current me only needs to wiggle my pinky finger to wipe you, along with this entire planet, completely from the universe."
"Do you understand?"
"My slaves?"
Frieza descended slowly, his toes lightly touching a piece of shattered concrete.
Those narrow, scarlet eyes casually swept over everyone present.
Wherever his gaze landed—whether it was the once-arrogant Magneto or the super-intelligent Mr. Fantastic—they instinctively lowered their heads.
Their muscles tensed, like prey targeted by a natural predator.
"Alright, let's talk business."
Frieza's voice was crisp and neutral.
Yet it carried an unquestionable, absolute authority.
He extended a finger, elegantly drawing a circle in the air, pointing at the devastated land.
"Since this planet has been renamed 'Planet Frieza 001', the garbage of the old era naturally has no reason to exist."
"I need a clean, tidy, and efficient real estate project, not a junkyard infested with pests."
Saying this, the corners of Frieza's mouth turned up slightly as he looked at Apocalypse, who was standing by awaiting orders.
"Captain Apocalypse."
"Your subordinate is here!"
Apocalypse shuddered and immediately stepped forward.
He knelt on one knee, his blue face filled with reverence and fear.
The humiliation in the Mirror Dimension and the shock of witnessing the moon's explosion had thoroughly shattered his pride.
Now, he only wanted to be a good dog.
"As the executor of the Frieza Legion, cleaning up illegal structures and stubborn holdouts shouldn't require the Emperor's personal attention, right?"
Frieza looked with amusement at the surviving Avengers, whose eyes still held unwillingness.
"Naturally! I am willing to die for the Great King!"
Apocalypse stood up abruptly. When he turned around, the reverence in his eyes instantly transformed into tyrannical killing intent.
He was a bug in front of Frieza, but in front of these humans, he was still the despair-inducing mutant progenitor!
"Frieza Legion, heed my command!"
Apocalypse waved his large hand, pointing at the positions of Tony Stark, Spider-Man, Black Panther, and the others.
"Except for the X-Men and Fantastic Four who have already sworn allegiance, the remaining stubborn elements..."
"Erase them all! Leave no one alive!"
As the order was given, Magneto, Sebastian Shaw, Juggernaut, and others, who had been holding back, moved instantly.
This was a massacre.
A massacre without any suspense.
Tony Stark remained slumped inside the Anti-Frieza Armor that had turned into scrap metal.
Watching the villains closing in around him, his lips curled into a bitter smile.
"Jarvis..."
"I am here, sir."
"Tell me, if I hadn't crawled out of that cave back then, would I have been spared from seeing this?"
"Sir, that is a probability question that cannot be calculated."
"Heh... I guess so."