Deep Space, hundreds of millions of miles away.
Jupiter Orbit.
The view here was breathtakingly spectacular.
The massive gas giant—Jupiter—dominated the entire field of vision.
Up close, its iconic stripes and raging storms displayed a terrifying natural majesty.
Frieza hovered right in front of this planetary giant.
In terms of size, he was less than a speck of dust.
Yet, his aura didn't lose an ounce of ground to the big brother of the solar system.
"So, this is Io?"
Frieza turned around, looking at the yellow, pockmarked moon covered in volcanic craters nearby.
"Well, it is a bit ugly, but it'll do."
He was just about to start moving it when something caught his eye.
A massive red spot on Jupiter's surface.
The Great Red Spot.
A super-anticyclonic storm that had existed for centuries, large enough to swallow three Earths.
It looked like a giant, singular eye, staring dead at Frieza.
"Tsk."
Frieza frowned, an inexplicable wave of annoyance rising in his chest.
"That giant red spot... it's a real eyesore."
"It looks just like that one-eyed Director's face."
As a Galactic Emperor with a touch of OCD, he absolutely despised things that were asymmetrical and seemingly provocative.
"Since I'm here, I might as well do a little cleaning."
Frieza slowly raised his right index finger.
At his fingertip, terrifying purple energy began to converge madly.
In the vacuum of space, the light of this energy was even more blinding and pure than on Earth!
"Be gone! You annoying blemish!"
PEW—!
A thick beam of purple light instantly crossed hundreds of thousands of miles, stabbing viciously into the center of Jupiter's Great Red Spot!
There was no sound.
But in that moment, Jupiter's entire atmosphere seemed to boil!
The storm, powerful enough to shred the Earth, reacted to the energy impact.
It was like a red-hot poker being shoved into a cream cake!
RUMBLE—
The Great Red Spot, which had existed for who knows how many years, began to reverse and disintegrate under the churning of that terrifying energy!
The distinct red vortex rapidly blurred and dissipated.
In just a few seconds.
That giant eye was forcibly smoothed out!
All that remained was a massive, churning void in the clouds.
"Phew... that looks much better."
Frieza nodded with satisfaction, as if he had just wiped a smudge off a window.
If astronomers on Earth saw this, half of them would probably die of a heart attack on the spot.
That was the Great Red Spot!
And he just dusted it?!
Having finished his cleaning, Frieza turned his attention back to Io.
"Alright, my little orange. Time to move."
Frieza flew to the back of Io.
He placed both hands against the surface of the planet.
Compared to this satellite with a diameter of over two thousand miles, his palms were smaller than bacteria.
However.
"Move... for me!!!"
BOOM!!!
The white aura around Frieza exploded instantly, transforming into a massive energy field that wrapped around half the planet.
Io, which had been speeding along its set orbit, actually came to a jarring halt!
Immediately after, pushed by an irresistible force, it was forcibly ripped from Jupiter's gravitational bind!
If anyone were standing on Io right now, they would feel the entire world spinning out of control.
"Space Stone: Activate!"
Frieza shouted low.
A super-massive blue portal, large enough to accommodate a planet, slowly opened in front of Io.
On the other side of the portal was the azure Earth!
"Off you go!"
Like pushing a giant yoga ball, Frieza shoved Io headfirst into the portal!
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Earth.
At this moment, people all over the world were still waiting in panic for the tsunami to hit.
Suddenly.
The empty night sky lit up with a blinding blue flash.
Then.
A massive, yellow planet, spewing volcanic ash from its surface, appeared abruptly in the spot where the moon used to be, like a magic trick!
Massive gravitational tides instantly acted on Earth's oceans.
The monstrous waves that had been building up strength to slam into the land were suddenly dragged back by this new, powerful gravitational pull!
The sea level finally calmed down.
The massive Io, emitting a faint smell of sulfur and an orange-yellow glow, now hung obediently in Earth's orbit.
Although its color made it look a bit like a moldy orange, it didn't stop it from perfectly taking over the moon's job.
In fact, due to the orbital adjustments, tonight's moonlight had a strange, romantic vibe.
"Phew..."
Top floor of Frieza Tower.
Frieza casually closed the blue portal leading to space and adjusted his slightly wrinkled suit cuffs.
"Done."
He turned around, looking at Natasha, who was stunned into silence behind him.
He wore a relaxed, breezy smile.
"Secretary Natasha."
"This is this Emperor's first housewarming gift to the people of Planet Frieza 001—a brand-new moon."
"Although it's second-hand from Jupiter, it wins on size, and it comes with automatic central heating (volcanoes). Much better than that dead, gray ball from before, don't you think?"
Natasha opened her mouth, looking at the giant yellow sphere outside the window, her throat too dry to speak.
Moving a planet with bare hands...
He spoke of such a miracle as if he had just gone to the supermarket to buy a lightbulb.
"Yes... Your power is divine, Master."
Natasha lowered her head, the awe etched deep into her bones.
"Alright, stop daydreaming."
Frieza sat back in his luxurious executive chair, crossed his legs, and picked up his glass of red wine again.
"Now, broadcast to the globe."
"Tell those screaming slaves that the tsunami crisis is over."
"And while you're at it, remind them..."
A playful glint flashed in Frieza's eyes.
"Don't forget to thank this Emperor for his mercy, and tell them I am honoring my promise to them."
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A few minutes later.
As the global broadcast aired, the world, which had been plunged into apocalyptic panic, fell into a deathly silence. Then, a carnival of survival erupted.
They weren't dead!
They were alive!
The great King Frieza actually patched the sky with a new moon!
Moreover, as the new decrees were issued, the utopian life of the "Frieza System" actually began to materialize.
Mortgages, car loans, and the "rat race" grind began to vanish, starting from Frieza City and spreading globally.
Most people began signing contracts: work four hours a day, get free supplies.
"If Lord Frieza can give us all this, why do we need those politicians who only know how to collect taxes?!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
That sentence was like a spark landing in a haystack.
People, whose minds had long been twisted by fear and greed, instantly turned their gaze toward their former rulers.
Since Lord Frieza said the garbage of the old era had no need to exist...
Then this was their "proof of loyalty"!
A wave of purging swept across the globe, starting even before the legion led by Apocalypse could join in.
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Frieza Tower.
Watching the images of riots coming in from all over the world on the screen, seeing those once high-and-mighty figures being dragged out of their mansions by angry mobs...
"Ohohoho..."
Frieza laughed with pleasure.
"This is human nature."
"Just give them a little sweetness, hang a blade over their heads, and they become the most obedient, yet cruelest dogs."
Just then.
BOOM!
A blue figure descended from the sky, landing on the balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Apocalypse, En Sabah Nur, wearing his iconic battle armor, strode in and knelt on one knee.
"Reporting to the King!"
"The takeover of major global cities is complete!"
"The resisting armies were terrified by your prestige. Now, 90% of the globe is flying your flag!"
"Since the populace started their own movements, I returned early."
"Excellent."
Frieza nodded in satisfaction, his fingers casually spinning the holographic globe.
This was his asset. Every continent, every ocean.
Suddenly.
His finger stopped on a landmass located in the South Asian Subcontinent.
Frieza's expression of pleasure froze instantly upon seeing the real-time surveillance footage from this area.
What kind of scene was this?
The murky rivers were floating with various unidentifiable objects, yet people were bathing, brushing their teeth, and even drinking directly from them.
Cow dung littered the streets, and chaotic crowds hung off the tops of trains.
Through the screen, one could almost smell the intense mix of curry and indescribable stench.
What disgusted Frieza even more was...
In the surveillance, several men were surrounding a pitiful monitor lizard, doing things that even a Galactic Emperor found utterly depraved.
CRACK!
The wine glass in Frieza's hand was instantly crushed into powder.
A suffocating low pressure instantly swept through the entire office.
Apocalypse trembled in fear, burying his head lower.
Natasha didn't dare to breathe.
"What... what is this hellhole?!"
Frieza pointed at the landmass, his voice as cold as glacial ice.
"This is simply a pustule on this blue planet!"
"Filthy! It's too filthy!"
Frieza stood up, wiping his fingers with a handkerchief with a look of disgust, as if merely pointing at it had dirtied his hands.
"As a real estate developer with taste, I will absolutely not allow such an illegal structure that ruins the city's image to exist in my development!"
"And..."
Frieza narrowed his eyes, a trace of disgust flashing in his scarlet pupils.
"These lower lifeforms who won't even spare a lizard... keeping them is a waste of air."
"Apocalypse!"
"I am here!" Apocalypse responded hurriedly.
"I have a task for you."
Frieza turned around, his back to the screen, as if looking at it for one more second would burn his eyes.
"Go clean that place up for me."
"And when I say clean, I mean physically clean."
"Erase all those messy buildings and those people who look permanently grimy."
"I want to turn that place into a giant ecological park, or maybe a nuclear waste dump. I don't care, as long as it doesn't look like that!"
"This..."
Apocalypse paused for a moment, then a bloodthirsty light erupted in his eyes.
Killing? Destruction?
That was his old trade!
"As you command! My Master!"
Apocalypse stood up with a grin, blue energy surging around him.
"I will go give Earth a deep cleaning right now!"
"Go on."
Frieza waved his hand.
"Do it cleanly. Don't let the dust blow over to my tower."
After Apocalypse left.
Frieza sat back in his chair, looking at the orderly city outside the window, his mood slightly calmed.
"Phew... truly appetite-ruining."
He looked at Natasha.
"Send a notice. Tell everyone to prepare."
"This low-level civilization planet has too few resources. They can't even build a decent spaceship."
"Tomorrow morning, we assemble on the roof."
Frieza cast his gaze toward the deep starry sky. There lay a broader stage, and more advanced technology.
"Our journey lies in the sea of stars."
"Next target—Xandar!"
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