"Tch, this world is such a pain. My old world was better. I didn't need some bloodline power to casually boost my strength and rule everything." After collecting his reward, Yang Fu muttered to himself.
Then the Evil Villain System issued Yang Fu another mission: "Your first mission is now being issued, Host: occupy this remote planet and establish your own faction. Time limit: three months. Success: 10 million System Points. Failure: your system will be disconnected, and you will lose all your abilities!"
Yang Fu's heart tightened. He took a deep breath and began planning his moves.
Yang Fu then entered the system space. First, he chose to fuse with the Evil Legendary Super Saiyan Bloodline. The process was filled with pain and struggle, but Yang Fu didn't back down. He gritted his teeth and endured the agony of the fusion until, at last, he felt a powerful force surging within him.
After the fusion was complete, Yang Fu's strength increased tremendously, bringing his power level to roughly 300,000.
Next, Yang Fu decided to use his System Points to create five cannon-fodder Saiyan underlings: Theron, Kaji, Aaron, Laze, and Saye. Though they were weaker than him, they could still take some of the pressure off him at critical moments.
Yang Fu put his underlings through a month of rigorous training. He personally taught them combat techniques and shared his battle experience. Under his careful instruction, they grew much stronger, each reaching a power level of 50,000.
Then Yang Fu and his underlings began their campaign. They first came to a remote little village inhabited by ordinary people. In Yang Fu's eyes, however, these weak lives were no better than ants. He felt no pity for them and simply ordered his men to slaughter everyone in the village.
After the massacre, Yang Fu and his underlings went to a television station in the eastern part of the planet. It was the largest media organization on the planet, capable of reaching every corner of it. Yang Fu decided to use it to announce his arrival and plans to everyone on the planet.
When Yang Fu and his underlings appeared at the station entrance, the guards stared at them in terror.
They had never felt such a powerful aura bearing down on them. It was as if a mountain were crushing their chests, leaving them unable to breathe. Yet they didn't have the courage to resist. All they could do was watch as Yang Fu and his group entered the station.
Inside the station's recording studio, Yang Fu stood before the camera, his gaze sharp and icy, as if it could pierce the screen and reach every viewer. He spoke slowly, his voice low and commanding: "Hello, everyone. I'm Death God Fred, the one who's been behind the many massacres on this planet lately. I'll give you a choice: if everyone on your planet submits to me and becomes my lackeys, I might consider sparing you. Otherwise, don't blame me for wiping out your entire planet!"
As soon as Yang Fu finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the recording studio. Everyone was cowed by his presence and didn't dare make a sound.
Before long, Yang Fu's declaration of war had spread across the planet, and people began whispering among themselves, gripped by fear and unease.
But some of the planet's defenders spontaneously formed a resistance force to oppose Yang Fu.
They soon realized they were no match for him. Yang Fu and his underlings swept through them like reapers, cutting them down one by one. The entire city descended into panic and chaos.
"Looks like these people have no intention of submitting to me," Yang Fu said, looking at the bodies strewn across the ground. "In that case, I'll just have to subdue them myself!"
He turned to Theron and the others. "Let's go!"
Everywhere they went, blood flowed in rivers and corpses littered the ground. The entire planet lay beneath their shadow.
This went on for a full month, and Yang Fu and his underlings had conquered most of the planet.
Night cloaked the world in darkness. The lights of a palace flickered in the night, lending a little warmth to the quiet hours. Inside, Theron knelt on one knee before Yang Fu, who was enjoying fine wine and beautiful women. Theron's gaze was resolute, and his voice carried his eagerness for the coming war.
"Lord Fred, our influence now extends across most of the planet. Only the northern regions remain unconquered," Theron said. His voice echoed through the empty palace, breaking the silence.
Yang Fu set down his wine glass and looked at Theron, the corner of his mouth curling into an amused smile. "Oh? Only the north remains? Those stubborn fools—it's time to show them our strength!"
Theron straightened, his eyes gleaming with fervor.
"Lord Fred, there shouldn't be anyone left on this planet who can threaten us. Starting tomorrow, let's split up and conquer the planet. That'll make things go faster!"
A note of approval flashed in Yang Fu's eyes. He rose and walked over to Theron, patting him on the shoulder. "Theron, you've done well. I knew I was right about you." His voice held a trace of pride and satisfaction.
Theron lowered his head slightly, showing his respect and gratitude to Yang Fu. Yet his doubts continued to grow like weeds. He raised his head and looked at Yang Fu's sinister face, then ventured, "Lord Fred, have you come up with a more thorough plan?"
Yang Fu smiled faintly, a crafty glint in his eyes. "Of course. We Saiyans have a secret: under the light of a full moon, we can transform into Great Apes, and our battle power increases tenfold. Tomorrow, I'll use my own power to create an Artificial Moon!"