The first ray of morning sun streamed into the opulent master bedroom of Frieza's Island Estate.
Frieza slowly opened his eyes, a hint of contentment flashing in his crimson pupils, showing no sign of fatigue from battle... ahem, from a night of strenuous activity.
With Frieza's physique, even without any pills, he was a cosmic overlord in that regard.
He turned to look at his side.
Tsk tsk.
The scene could be described as rather dire.
Felicia Hardy, known as the Black Cat, was now curled up in the corner of the bed like a cat with its tendons pulled. Even her signature silver hair was disheveled as if she'd been electrocuted.
And the noble White Queen, Emma Frost, no longer held her diamond-like aloofness. She lay sprawled out in the covers, unable to even lift a finger.
"Oh dear."
Frieza sat up in bed and stretched elegantly, a playful smirk present on his lips.
"It seems the bodies of Earthlings are a bit too weak."
"What was that? I haven't even finished my warm-up yet."
Frieza shook his head, complaining inwardly, but the pleasure brought by the sense of conquest was very real.
Just then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.
Sharon, dressed in a black and white maid uniform, walked in with toiletries.
Seeing the blush-inducing scene on the bed, a hint of sadness flashed in Sharon's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by that damned soul contract, transforming into subservience.
"Master, please wash up."
Sharon knelt by the bed, holding up the tray, her movements so precise that not a single flaw could be found.
"Hmm, good."
Frieza reached out and pinched Sharon's collagen-rich cheek, treating her like an obedient pet.
"While your professional skills might not match these two experts in bed, I appreciate your obedience."
"Keep it up, and you'll be the head housekeeper of this villa."
Sharon bit her lip, lowering her head as she replied, "Thank you for your appreciation, Master."
After a quick wash, Frieza changed into a brand-new white suit.
Although he preferred to transform into his second form and wander around without clothes, as that made him more powerful, in a civilized place like Earth, dressing like a human was quite necessary.
After all, to be the biggest real estate developer in the entire universe, image management was crucial.
Stepping out of the bedroom, he saw that Natasha and Maria were already waiting at the door.
The two were still wearing those incredibly embarrassing Frieza Force uniforms, looking as if they had completely given up on treatment.
"Good morning, my dear commander." Frieza was in high spirits, waving to Natasha.
"Since we are officially taking over Earth, that old dilapidated building no longer suits my status."
"Natasha, this glorious mission is yours."
Frieza pointed to the Manhattan skyline in the distance outside the window.
"Tear down the Frieza Tower and rebuild it. As for the design…"
Frieza stroked his chin, the image of Frieza Force headquarters appearing in his mind.
"Make it in the style of a spaceship. It needs to be circular and able to fly. And ideally, install a few planet-destroying cannons as decorations."
Natasha's lips twitched.
Circular? Able to fly? And planet-destroying cannons?
Are you trying to build a building or a Death Star?
But she dared not voice her anger, only forcing herself to nod. "Yes, Master, I will contact the construction team immediately."
Frieza nodded with satisfaction, then raised his hand and elegantly drew a circle in the air.
Sizzle—
Blue energy surged, and a portal appeared out of thin air.
"Let's go guide the work on-site."
...
Meanwhile.
Light-years away from Earth.
Asgard.
Inside the magnificent Royal Palace of Valaskjalf, Thor knelt in the center of the hall. His red cape now looked somewhat dusty, and his face was etched with despondency and anxiety.
Without his hammer, he had lost his former high spirits.
On the high throne.
Odin, the All-Father, watched his disappointing son, with complex light flickering in his single eye.
"Father!"
Thor looked up, his voice hoarse. "I have returned but I am not back for myself this time, but for Midgard, for the safety of the Nine Realms."
"That Frieza fellow is a demon. A monster more terrifying than Surtur."
"He crushed Mjolnir and destroyed a city with a single blow. He even declared he would rule the entire universe."
The more Thor spoke, the more agitated he became, gripping the ground tightly with both hands.
"Father! Please send your troops! Only Asgard's army, only your intervention, can stop that madman!"
However, facing his son's plea, Odin merely let out a long sigh, his voice sounding a hundred years older.
"Thor…"
Odin slowly spoke, his voice deep and authoritative, "Heimdall has already told me everything you've said."
"That mortal's power is formidable."
"Then what are you waiting for?!" Thor exclaimed, anxious.
"Any later, and Midgard will turn into a hell!"
"But I cannot act."
Odin shook his head, his tone resolute and unquestionable.
"Why?!" Thor's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Because of Ragnarok."
A hint of weariness flashed in Odin's single eye.
He not only had to suppress his sealed eldest daughter, Hela, but also maintain the balance of the Nine Realms. His divine power was already greatly diminished.
If he were to fight a monster of that caliber for Earth at this time, Asgard might be destroyed first.
"That is the Midgardians' calamity, and their own karma."
Odin closed his eyes, leaning back on the throne. "I am old, Thor. I do not wish for Asgard's warriors to bleed out for a foreign war."
"Father! How can you say that!"
Thor stood up, his eyes filled with disappointment. "You are the guardian of the Nine Realms! If you don't intervene, billions of innocent lives will be slaughtered by that demon!"
"That is Frieza's business and the Earthlings' business." Odin's voice grew cold.
"Stand down, Thor."
Seeing his father's indifferent demeanor, Thor's heart sank.
He clenched his fists, turning to leave.
If his father wouldn't act, then he would go himself. Even if it meant using his fists, even if it meant death, he would die on Earth.
"Wait."
Just as Thor was about to exit the hall, Odin's voice sounded again. This time, it held less authority and more helpless affection.
"Although I cannot send troops, I can point you to a path."
Thor sharply turned around, hope reigniting in his eyes.
"You are without your hammer, like a tiger without its teeth."
Odin slowly said, "Go to Nidavellir and see the Dwarf King Eitri."
"There is a weapon there, a king's weapon originally prepared for your sister, or for you."
"Stormbreaker."
"It is a divine artifact capable of summoning the Bifrost, and even cleaving through the rules of the universe."
Odin looked at Thor, his gaze profound. "If you can obtain it, perhaps you will be worthy to stand before Frieza and fight him there."
"Stormbreaker?"
Thor murmured, an unprecedented light erupting in his eyes.
"Thank you, father."
Thor bowed deeply, then rushed out of the hall without looking back.
Watching his son's retreating figure, Odin sighed.
"I hope it's not too late."
"I cannot even see through that Frieza fellow."