"Ohohoho~~"
Frieza let out his trademark laugh. "I am Frieza, Emperor of the Universe. I came to your Namek to use the Dragon Balls to fulfill a small wish. Unfortunately, although I gathered all the Dragon Balls, I can't make the wish come true. So... can you tell me what the password is?"
Nail silently watched Frieza for two seconds before saying, "Evil people are not worthy of using the Dragon Balls."
Frieza did not get angry, merely saying, "It seems you refuse to cooperate. But that's all right. There's another Namekian inside. I imagine he'll be willing to tell me."
"What are you trying to do?" Nail immediately grew tense. "The person inside is Namek's Great Elder. He personally created the Dragon Balls. If he dies, the Dragon Balls will immediately turn into ordinary stones!"
"Hm?" Frieza's gaze sharpened. He looked up at the roof, and two beams of light shot from his eyes in an instant.
With a tremendous crash, the roof collapsed, revealing an aged and enormous Namekian figure who appeared to be on his last breath.
Frieza slowly floated upward and looked at the Great Elder. "It seems there's some truth to what you said. But if I can't fulfill my wish, then the Dragon Balls are no different from stones!"
"What are you trying to do?" Hearing the malice in Frieza's tone, Nail immediately shouted.
The Great Elder slowly spoke. "That's enough, Nail. Do not be rude to our guest."
Struggling to open his eyes, he said, "You are Frieza, aren't you? I saw you in a dream before. If you want to know the Dragon Balls' password, then defeat Nail. He is my guard. If you can defeat him, I will tell you the password!"
"Oh?" Frieza raised an eyebrow, glanced at Nail below,