Tony closed his eyes.
In front of him, Erik slowly raised his hand. A hint of complexity flashed in the old man's eyes, but it was overshadowed by the ruthlessness required for survival.
"I apologize, Stark. For the future of the Mutants, please die."
Buzz!
Magnetic Field Rotation.
The tiny metal fragments that had remained inside Tony's body from shrapnel, or the iron elements in his blood, instantly rioted at this moment.
"Ugh..."
Tony only had time to let out a muffled groan. The next second, countless tiny metal spikes pierced out from his blood vessels and internal organs, instantly destroying his brain and heart.
Iron Man, Tony Stark, died quietly inside the armor he was most proud of.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
"No! Don't! I don't want to die yet! I'm still a kid!" Peter backed away in terror, his Spider-Sense screaming wildly.
But in this desperate situation, the alarm was useless except to increase his fear.
He watched Sebastian and Azazel approaching step by step, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
He was only in his teens, he still had Aunt May, and he hadn't even had a chance to go to college.
"Uncle Ben said... with great power..."
Peter tried to shoot webs in resistance, but his trembling hands couldn't aim.
Sebastian sneered, absorbing the kinetic energy brought by Azazel's teleportation, and punched out.
Bang!
The punch went straight through Peter's frail chest. The flame of his young life was completely extinguished at this moment.
As for the remaining T'Challa and the others?
Under the terrifying psychic pressure of Apocalypse, they couldn't even make a move to resist and were twisted into pretzels.
Blood stained the ruins red.
Not far away, Charles and Reed tightly shut their eyes, their bodies trembling slightly. They could hear the screams and feel the despair as those lives vanished but they didn't move nor could they move.
After all, that white demon was watching them with keen interest, seemingly anticipating some foolish act of resistance from them.
"He who understands the times is a great man." Frieza looked at their reaction and nodded in satisfaction.
The cleanup proceeded quickly. In less than ten minutes, the previously bustling battlefield fell completely silent.
The Avengers, the organization that once protected the Earth...
Excluding the few who surrendered, the entire team was wiped out.
Frieza floated back into the air. He turned around, facing the live broadcast camera that had been faithfully recording everything.
Through this camera, surviving humans across the world witnessed this scene.
Despair spread like a plague.
Frieza wore an elegant, gentle, and one might even say benevolent smile on his face.
"Good afternoon, residents of Earth... no, Planet Frieza 001."
Frieza's voice, broadcast globally, clearly reached every corner.
"I am your new master, and the sole legal owner of this Planet, Frieza."
"First, I have some good news to announce."
Frieza raised one finger. "All government agencies that constantly cause you trouble and waste taxpayer money are, as of today, dissolved."
"From now on, you won't need to vote for anyone, nor worry about party conflicts."
"Because starting now, you have only one identity."
"That is, the glorious employees, or rather, the slaves, of my Frieza Force."
As he said this, the smile on Frieza's lips grew even brighter.
"I know you might misunderstand the word 'slave' and find it unpleasant."
"However, I am a benevolent boss."
"To allow you to serve me better, I have decided to implement a brand new work system."
Frieza extended four fingers. "From now on, everyone only needs to work 4 hours a day."
"And only 3 days a week."
"For the rest of the time, you are free to eat, drink, play, and enjoy life to the fullest."
"As for housing, cars, medical care, and education—they are all free. They will be uniformly distributed by the Frieza Force."
As soon as these words were uttered, the global audience, who had been plunged into despair, froze.
What was happening?
Working 4 hours a day? Work three days, rest four?
Free medical care and housing for everyone?
Is this slavery? This is practically paradise.
Many office workers suffering under the tyranny of the 996 schedule not only stopped being afraid but were actually tempted by these words.
If this was the treatment for a slave, then being a slave wasn't so bad after all.
Watching the Fear Points in the system backend suddenly stagnate and even decline slightly, Frieza sneered inwardly.
Foolish humans.
"However—"
Frieza changed his tone, and his crimson eyes instantly turned cold.
"There is one prerequisite."
"That is, on this Planet, no one has the right to own private property."
"Everything you produce, everything you create, and even your lives, belong to me."
"I do not allow anyone to be richer than others, nor do I allow anyone to be poorer than others."
"Absolute equality, absolute obedience."
"If anyone dares to hoard wealth or attempts to slack off..."
Frieza pointed to the puddle of flesh that belonged to Steve on the ground.
"That is your fate."
This extreme utopian management, while seemingly wonderful, was actually turning humanity entirely into domestic livestock.
No desire, no competition.
Only routine survival and reproduction.
This was the most advanced form of domination.
"Maria!" Frieza shouted without turning his head.
"Master!"
Maria immediately responded via the communication channel.
"The detailed plan is up to you to formulate. I want to see a flag with 'Frieza' on it hanging on every government building worldwide within three days."
"Yes."
Having arranged everything, Frieza slowly raised his head.
His gaze pierced the atmosphere, directed toward the vast and boundless starry sky.
Earth had been conquered but this was only the beginning.
As the cosmic emperor, his journey was toward the stars and the sea.
"The technology level of this broken Earth is too low, they can't even build a starship capable of intergalactic travel." Frieza curled his lip in distaste.
He had recruited a genius like Reed but Earth's basic industry was too poor. Without needed technology, Reed would be limited.
To expand his real estate business across the entire Universe, he needed more advanced technology and starships.
"I hear the Nova Corps on Xandar has highly developed technology?" Frieza rubbed his chin, a flash of greed appearing in his eyes.
"It seems the next destination for conquest has been confirmed." Frieza curved his lips into an evil smile.
"Let your advanced technology pave the way for me to conquer the Universe."
"Oh ho ho ho..."
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