Remember! My Name is Ron!

"The farce is over. That's enough, Frieza."

Clutching Frieza's hand and dissipating the Planet Penetration Strike he had condensed, Ron hoisted him into the air.

"You—you let go of this Emperor! Let go!!"

Frieza shrieked in terror, feigning rage as he instinctively began to struggle.

Such a display was the ultimate manifestation of helplessness.

The smile on Ron's face was no longer playful or mocking; it was a bone-chilling, icy sneer.

This caused a greater sense of crisis to rise within Frieza's heart.

"Remember my name! I am Ron!"

At this moment, Ron announced his name, effectively ensuring Frieza would remember him.

He then raised his other hand, palm aimed directly at Frieza's face.

Golden energy surged, carrying an incomparably terrifying pressure.

Frieza grew even more panicked, beginning to howl and attack hysterically.

Unfortunately, even though his other hand and both feet could strike at Ron, his attacks were not worth mentioning in front of him.

"Frieza, you are too weak! For these past twenty-five years, I have been trapped on a primitive planet, doing nothing but training day and night! To be honest, deep down I hate you, but I also thank you, because you could be said to have made me who I am. Otherwise, how would I have this level of strength today..."

Disregarding Frieza's attacks, the Super Saiyan Energy within Ron's body converged into his palm.

At this moment, Frieza truly felt the scent of death.

He knew that if he didn't do or say something, he was going to be finished.

"Stop, stop... This Emperor doesn't know why you were trapped on a primitive planet for twenty-five years, but this Emperor truly was unaware... There is a misunderstanding between us. This Emperor can compensate you. What do you want? Planets, resources, beauties... This Emperor can promise you anything..."

By the end of his words, Frieza's voice carried a tremor, instantly lowering his stature.

Facing death, even an Emperor of the Universe as arrogant as he could utter words that lacked reason.

Just like at the end of the original story, he would bow his head and beg Son Goku for mercy.

"So, the dignified Emperor of the Universe is afraid of death after all! Heh heh heh... Of course you wouldn't know why I was trapped on a primitive planet. After all, back then you had just destroyed Planet Vegeta and wiped out the Saiyan race. Why would you care about those Saiyan infants wandering the universe with power levels of only a few, a few dozen, or a few hundred? You must reap the bitter fruit you planted yourself. You and I are mortal enemies; what face do you have to speak to me of misunderstandings?" The sneer on Ron's face deepened, his eyes carrying a final trace of amusement.

Hearing these words, Frieza felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He realized that he had been far too arrogant.

First Vegeta, then Son Goku, and now the Ron before him...

He realized he should have wiped the Saiyans out completely back then.

Just because he wanted to trample the Saiyans under his feet like dogs to satisfy his own petty vanity, he chose to spare Vegeta and the others, ultimately ignoring the Saiyan infants dispatched to the corners of the universe, leading to his current predicament.

Reaping what one sows—Frieza had often used this phrase with his subordinates, yet now he had stepped into that very situation himself.

"Wait!!!"

Frieza's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Do you think destroying the Saiyan race and Planet Vegeta was something this Emperor wanted to do? You probably don't know that you Saiyans were already on the death list of the God of Destruction Beerus! It is also King Vegeta's fault for being too foolish, daring to play mind games with the God of Destruction. Only then did I receive the order from the God of Destruction to wipe out your race..."

Frieza's words were indeed enough to cause genuine shock and terror.

Without knowledge of the original plot, it would be hard to understand that behind Frieza, there existed a God of Destruction.

However, Ron knew the original plot and was clearly aware that the destruction of the Saiyan race was indeed inseparable from the God of Destruction Beerus.

Frieza was simply passing the buck now that he was facing death.

Ron had actually overlooked this point, but fortunately, Frieza had revealed this secret himself, confirming to Ron that this timeline was, without a doubt, the main timeline.

"Is that so? Then I really must thank you for telling me this information..." The energy gathering in Ron's hand grew increasingly dense.

Frieza's expression turned even uglier; he hadn't expected that even after hearing such a secret, Ron would still move against him.

At this point, Frieza stopped negotiating. His other hand suddenly exerted force, and seizing his final opportunity, he poured all his energy into one desperate, all-out blast.

BOOM!!!

A terrifying pillar of light-purple energy engulfed Ron's body.

The power of such a close-range energy bombardment was unimaginable.

Frieza no longer cared if his attack would cause himself harm; even if he were to be severely injured, he didn't care.

As long as he didn't die, what did it matter if he lost an arm or a leg? They could be healed and restored later.

When the power of the energy blast dissipated, Frieza still didn't feel the hand gripping his wrist loosen in the slightest.

Despair brought an even greater sense of panic.

Realizing that Ron hadn't been injured even after taking his attack, Frieza didn't hesitate any longer. He swung his other hand to sever his own controlled arm, then immediately exploded with energy and shot into the sky, fleeing toward the vacuum of space.

At this speed, he flew tens of thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

Ron didn't pursue, emerging from the flames of the explosion.

He tossed Frieza's arm in his hand like a toy, and upon the fourth toss, as the arm was in the air, he used his energy to pulverize it into ash.

"Running away quite fast. In the face of life and death, the speed at which the survival instinct erupts is truly astonishing."

Muttering to himself, Ron gazed with a faint smile at Frieza as he fled Namek.

Although he was no longer visible to the naked eye, his energy signature remained locked in Ron's perception at every moment.

He had to admit, the man was certainly decisive when facing death.

Seeing that negotiations were futile, he had risked severe self-injury just to gamble on a sliver of hope for survival.

Before Ron could make a move, the voice of North Kai echoed in his mind once again.

[Oh, Ron, Ron, you are far too confident. You should have listened to me earlier and finished Frieza off! This is a disaster. That bastard Frieza has escaped into space, and given your current situation, there is simply no way for you to stop him now...]

North Kai was clearly complaining.

If Ron didn't know what was truly on his mind, he would have grown impatient.

After all, North Kai had no right to lecture him, and he owed him nothing.

"You're a Kai, at least act like one. Why are you in such a rush? How do you know I can't stop him?" Ron retorted.

With that, he vanished from the spot in an instant.