Xandar, capital of the Nova Empire.
This is the civilization hub of the Andromeda Galaxy, boasting technology and prosperity far exceeding that of Earth.
Giant three-pointed star buildings soared into the clouds, and countless sleek, small spacecraft formed an orderly traffic network in the sky.
In the plaza, fountains changed shape with the rhythm of gravitational waves.
Races from all corners of the Andromeda Galaxy chatted and laughed here, enjoying the warm yet not dazzling sunlight of the star.
The air was filled with a scent called peace and order.
Until—
Buzz!
A piercing roar of space being torn apart suddenly erupted in the plaza in front of the capital's administrative building.
The originally calm space shattered like a mirror and a huge teleportation gate, emitting a faint blue light, inexplicably opened out of thin air.
This sudden change instantly attracted the gaze of all the surrounding alien residents.
"What is that? Space jump technology?"
"No spaceship? Direct physical teleportation?"
Under everyone's astonished gaze, a gleaming white leather shoe elegantly stepped out of the teleportation gate and landed on the excessively clean floor tiles of Xandar.
Immediately after, Frieza's slender figure emerged. His hands were in the pockets of his white trousers, and his golden hair gently swayed in the breeze.
His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing this unfamiliar place with a critical gaze.
Behind him, Apocalypse, Loki, Erik, and others, dressed in white and purple tight-fitting battle suits, filed out.
Finally, there were Maria, Natasha, and a group of other beauties, dressed in maid outfits and secretary uniforms.
The style of this group of people was completely out of place with the surrounding Xandarians, who wore minimalist sci-fi attire.
It was as if a group of circus performers had suddenly burst into a solemn council hall.
"Is that... a Terran (Earthling)?"
In the crowd, a pink-skinned alien muttered with some uncertainty.
"That backward, remote planet? How could they possess this level of space technology?"
Although surprised, there was no panic. In the eyes of these citizens, with the powerful Nova Corps' protection, there was no trouble that couldn't be solved.
Most of them just stopped, pointing at Frieza and his group with looks usually reserved for rare animals or country bumpkins visiting the city.
Some even bolder aliens raised their holographic devices and started taking pictures.
These gazes...
Frieza stood in the center of the plaza, his brows slightly furrowed.
No screams.
No fleeing.
And none of that fear from the depths of the soul that he loved most.
This feeling of being watched like a monkey made the cosmic emperor, who had just conquered Earth, feel a hint of inexplicable irritation.
"Tsk."
Frieza waved his hand in front of his nose in disgust.
"Although the air here is fresher than on Earth, this smell of putrid complacency is nauseating."
He turned his head to look at the group of subordinates in tight suits behind him.
"Apocalypse."
"Your subordinate is here."
The blue-skinned Apocalypse immediately stepped forward, his muscles looking particularly ferocious under the tight suit.
Frieza pointed at the pointing alien civilians around them. "I don't like the way these guys are looking at me."
"As the arrival of a cosmic emperor, shouldn't there be a grand ceremony of prostration?"
Upon hearing this, a brutal glint instantly flashed in Apocalypse's eyes.
He was suppressed by Frieza on Earth, but in front of these aliens, he was still that arrogant god.
"Understood. Your subordinate will make them learn what politeness is."
However, before Apocalypse could use various methods to make these aliens kneel.
Whoosh... Whoosh...
A sudden, urgent and sharp alarm blared across the entire plaza.
In the sky, a dozen uniquely shaped octagonal star fighters—Nova Fighters—whizzed in and hovered above their heads.
On the ground, several hovering Police cars quickly surrounded them.
A squad of Nova Corps soldiers, dressed in blue and gold uniforms and wearing Nova Helmets, held energy guns. They quickly formed a cordon, their dark muzzles pointed directly at the heads of Frieza and his group.
"Illegal intruders! Stop all your movements immediately!"
A Nova Centurion, wearing a golden three-pointed star badge on his chest, walked up with a serious expression.
He looked at Frieza as if he were an illegal immigrant.
"I am Nova Corps Centurion, Rhomann Dey."
"You have illegally torn space and entered the Nova Empire capital without permission, which severely violates Article 73 of the 'Interstellar Immigration Management Act'."
Rhomann Dey pulled out a scanner and waved it at Frieza.
"Now, immediately put your hands on your head and squat down! Disarm all weapons! Show your Planet ID and entry permit! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures!"
As his words fell, dozens of energy guns around them simultaneously charged, emitting a buzzing, threatening sound.
The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.
Loki shrunk his neck, subconsciously glancing at Frieza.
And Frieza...
He smiled.
First, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, then his shoulders began to tremble, and finally, he couldn't help but cover his forehead.
"Oh ho ho ho..."
"Hahahaha!"
The laughter was particularly jarring within the encirclement, full of absurdity and mockery.
"What are you laughing at?!" Rhomann frowned, his finger on the trigger.
Frieza slowly stopped laughing and lowered his hand. His crimson eyes, across a distance of more than ten meters, coldly stared at the Nova Centurion.
"Entry permit?"
Frieza sounded like he had heard the funniest joke in the entire Universe.
He adjusted his tie and elegantly took a step forward.
"This Emperor never needs such waste paper to go anywhere."
"Because everywhere I go..."
Frieza slowly raised his right hand, and at the tip of his index finger, a purple light point instantly condensed.
"...is my land."
"As for credentials?"
"This is my credential."
Whoosh—
Without any warning, a purple beam of death instantly shot out from Frieza's fingertip.
Pfft!
Rhomann didn't even have time to show a horrified expression.
A charred blood hole appeared in his forehead and his corpse fell straight backward.
"Ah—!!!"
Only then did the surrounding alien civilians, who had been watching the show, react, letting out piercing screams.
Fear finally descended.
[Ding! Detected Nova Corps member death, causing local panic! Fear Points +500!]
Listening to the system's prompt, Frieza's smile grew even brighter.
He looked at the panicked soldiers around him, elegantly spreading his hands.
"Well then, I should give this civilization a small welcoming gift."