The King Was Dumbfounded

Meanwhile.

In the farthest reaches of the universe.

On Planet Namek, which had long since become uninhabited.

Frieza, the former Emperor of the Universe, suddenly opened his eyes amid the ruins.

He had truly been resurrected.

Frieza rose from the pile of rubble, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

He raised his hand in disbelief and looked at his perfectly intact palm.

Then.

He turned his head and looked around at his surroundings.

The sight before him left Frieza in a daze.

Planet Namek's terrain was surprisingly not much different from how it had been before his death twenty years ago.

Erupting volcanoes were everywhere, with crimson lava flowing across the ground.

Mountains collapsed, the earth split apart, and tsunamis surged skyward.

The sky was obscured by thick volcanic ash, as though it were a true apocalyptic scene.

A full twenty years had passed.

The time that had naturally elapsed was not enough to completely erase the traces of the world-ending battle between Sun Wuxiu, him, and Cooler.

He frowned slightly and slowly spoke.

"What... is going on?"

Although he had not quite understood it at first.

Frieza quickly came to his senses.

He had finally escaped that damned Heaven on Earth.

He would no longer have to hang from a tree every day and be forced to listen to those idiotic Angels sing and dance.

Frieza could not help spreading his arms and bursting into wild laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"King Frieza has returned!"

Immediately afterward.

A strange stream of consciousness suddenly entered his mind.

It seemed to be extending some kind of invitation across space.

He understood it instantly and muttered to himself.

"Earth's Shenron wants to teleport me there?"

"Looks like there are still some loyal subordinates left in my former Frieza Force."

Frieza's gaze turned incomparably cold.