A Call for Help

"Yes, yes, yes."

Golden Frieza wore a faint smile, but a vicious glint flashed through his eyes before quickly vanishing.

"There are other versions of us in this world too, right? Hmm... They're still suffering in hell. Do you think rescuing them would help us find the Black Star Dragon Balls?"

"That's a good idea, but unfortunately, we don't have the ability to revive anyone."

Golden Cooler spoke without expression. Clearly, he had no interest in the proposal. Even if it was another world's version of himself, he had no intention of saving him.

"..."

Golden Frieza smiled awkwardly, then raised his hand and looked down with icy eyes. He launched a brilliant sphere of light. When it reached more than a thousand meters above the ground, it exploded with a thunderous boom. The giant energy ball suddenly transformed into tens of thousands of blinding rays. Like a fine drizzle, the energy beams fell in a steady shower, covering the entire sky as a terrifying atmosphere spread at once.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Blood splashed as magma surged.

An enormous city was transformed into a hopeless purgatory in an instant.

Countless living beings were stained red with blood, then slowly faded away in despair.

"Hahahaha..." Golden Frieza laughed madly. This was the life he had been longing for—killing whenever he wanted, destroying planets whenever he pleased.

Golden Cooler watched indifferently. "Go easy. Don't destroy the Black Star Dragon Balls. And it'll be troublesome if you draw out Lord Beerus."

"Uh..."

They did not know that Universe 7's God of Destruction had vanished along with the Supreme Kai's death five years ago, while the angel had ceased all signs of activity as well.

High above Earth, at the Sacred Temple.

Piccolo watched everything happening below with fury. His clenched fists had