Introducing Myself, I Am King Frieza

The cold metal corridor echoed with shrill, inhuman wails.

Viscous purple fluid carrying a pungent, bloody stench splashed across the gleaming alloy walls and slowly trickled downward.

Frieza floated in the middle of the corridor, his small body wrapped in white, shell-like battle armor forming an absurd contrast with the hellish scene around him.

He elegantly raised a slender finger. At its tip gathered a point of purple light, brilliant as a star yet cold enough to freeze the soul.

"Spare me."

An alien with three eyes and skin cracked like a dried riverbed writhed along the floor with only half his body left, his throat producing a rasp like a broken bellows.

The corners of Frieza's small mouth curled into an arc utterly devoid of goodwill.

That smile was the pure delight of an apex predator watching its prey struggle in vain.

"Let me introduce myself."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a strange magnetism, clearly overpowering every scream and explosion as it drilled into the eardrums of every survivor and stirred instinctive terror.

"I am King Frieza, the sole ruler of the universe. My hobby is... admiring life's final posture in despair, and"—the light at his fingertip brightened slightly—"personally granting them the end of that despair."

Pop.

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

That point of purple light instantly expanded and shot out, precisely enveloping the half-body writhing on the floor.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only silent annihilation.

Flesh, bone, even the screaming soul—all became the most basic particles within that pure energy, leaving behind not even a speck of dust.

The corridor fell deathly silent.

The few surviving aliens collapsed to the ground. Even their breathing froze as immense terror seized their throats, leaving only their pupils trembling wildly.

Frieza withdrew his finger