A Mirage Across Space-Time

There were too many ups and downs in life. After learning the secret behind using the Super Dragon Balls, Frieza's expression became even more twisted. He bitterly regretted exposing his intentions so rashly without investigating everything thoroughly first.

Using the Super Dragon Balls actually required some specific "Divine Language." Frieza's face turned cold, his limbs went numb, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly rose within him. How could he possibly know any Divine Language? Just as mortals calculated battle power differently from gods, the language of gods was also different from that of mortals.

"Divine Language" was a language known only to gods at least at the level of Supreme Kais!

It was over. Everything was over.

His ambitions, his aspirations—all of them ended here.

Frieza was unwilling to accept it. As he struggled, a frenzied urge to utterly destroy the entire world surged up from the depths of his heart. Frieza was selfish by nature. If he could not have something, no one else could have it either. That mad thought was brewing inside him, but the moment it arose, a bleak chill flooded his heart and instantly extinguished the agitation that had just stirred within him.

Looking at Chaya, who was coldly watching him, Frieza shuddered. Terror gripped his heart, his face turned deathly pale, and his body involuntarily shifted to the side.

"You intend to kill me now?" Frieza's hoarse voice carried a sinister chill, while an unsettling dark aura radiated from his entire body.

"You must die!"

Chaya looked directly at Frieza and gave him a calm nod. There was no room for negotiation in his tone.

"Damn it!" That indifferent gaze, as though a god were looking down upon an ant from on high, deeply pierced Frieza's proud heart and filled him with fury.

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