In the vast expanse of space, a simple, single-soldier spaceship is sailing alone.
It left a long trail in the deep space of the universe.
Its destination is Planet Cereal.
Inside the spaceship, Granolah rested her chin on her hand, looking out at the ever-changing starry sky through the small porthole, her face filled with frustration.
He gained very little from this trip.
The black market bounties that once made him a fortune are now pitifully few.
Unable to find even a decent target, he felt an unprecedented livelihood crisis as he made a living by collecting bounties.
The auxiliary sight he wore on his right eye, though called a sight, was actually self-aware.
It's more like artificial intelligence.
Oatmeel keenly sensed his master's emotional fluctuations.
"Are you annoyed because you don't have any commissions to complete?"
Granolah sighed heavily, leaned back in her chair, and began to complain.
"Yes!"
"We're not getting any more commissions..."
"What's going on in North Galaxy lately? The security is unusually good!"
"Those interstellar island gangs seem to be fleeing."
"If this continues, I won't even be able to afford to refuel the spaceship!"
Oatmeel's voice came again.
"Based on the latest cosmic news summary and interstellar network intelligence analysis."
"This situation is not accidental."
"What do you mean?" Granolah frowned.
According to data, the number of large-scale interstellar armed conflicts recorded in the North Galaxy has decreased by 62% in the past three years.
"More than 60% of the large interstellar pirate groups that had been entrenched in various shipping lanes have been wiped out!"
"The security environment throughout the entire North Galaxy has improved like never before."
Granolah frowned even more upon hearing this.
This situation is really quite strange.
"Who did this? The Galactic Patrol? When did they become this efficient?"
Oatmeel denied his guess.
"Not Galactic Patrol."
" Frieza Force is the mastermind behind all of this."
If Granolah found this phenomenon strange...
Granolah nowadays can only be described as utterly contemptible.
Their main point is complete disbelief.
This was the most outrageous joke he had ever heard.
He was the only Cerealian living on his home Planet Cereal, or rather, the Cerealian... This tragedy was caused by Frieza Force.
Besides taking good care of his grandfather, he spent his whole life doing other things.
His sole purpose is to seek revenge on Frieza!
Unfortunately, his power was far too insignificant compared to Frieza Force.
Even the once prominent Heeters Group has almost become a wanted criminal in the North Galaxy because of its conflict with Frieza Force.
They were hiding and fleeing.
Granolah inevitably felt a deep sense of powerlessness when facing this colossal target of her revenge.
Even so, Granolah never considered giving up on revenge.
He tried his best to improve himself in every assigned task.
All for the sake of becoming stronger.
So that one day we can become even stronger!
until!
More powerful than Frieza...
Of course, he knew this was almost impossible...
The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became.
Seeing the owner's disbelieving expression.
Oatmeel continued to explain.
"According to intelligence, Frieza Force appears to have undergone a major transformation."
"Under the command of the generals of Frieza Force."
"They are implementing a completely new star system management model on a large scale."
"By eliminating illegal armed forces, monopolizing all violence and law enforcement power within the region, and then deeply controlling the planet's economic lifeline through commercial and infrastructure means."
"Luxury items like the ' Hoi-Poi Capsule' we saw on the black market came from areas under Frieza Force's control..."
"This model has significantly boosted both public support and economic output in their respective star systems."
"And as a price..."
Oatmeel paused.
"The bounty hunter industry, where individuals like you operate outside the official system, is facing extremely limited space for survival and is experiencing a significant decline."
Even if Oatmeel's words sounded very convincing.
Granolah still wore an absurd expression of disdain.
" Oatmeel, you don't need to say anything more."
"Don't you realize that what you know now is exactly what they want you to know...?"
Oatmeel paused for a moment, then continued explaining.
"My system is functioning normally. All data is cross-verified from the North Galaxy's large-scale interstellar network and black market intelligence, with a reliability rate exceeding 95%."
Granolah waved her hand impatiently.
"Alright, alright!"
So what?
"Didn't you know what Frieza Force was like before?"
"In any case, I don't believe they would fight space pirates for the sake of cosmic security..."
"The word 'justice' has absolutely nothing to do with Frieza Force."
"This is definitely a conspiracy!"
"It's a false propaganda campaign they've launched to cover up deeper crimes!"
"That must be it!"
Granolah became more and more excited as she spoke!
It was as if she was trying to convince herself.
Has Frieza Force begun to change its form in the universe?
Has public approval rating increased significantly?
Are you kidding me!
He refused to believe it!
He couldn't believe it!
He also knew about the generals in Frieza Force.
That Saiyan!
The Saiyan were the main force that conquered Planet Cereal back then!
What good could a military reform led by Saiyan possibly be?
hehe...
" Oatmeel, you've been fooled! The entire universe has been fooled!"
After a long silence, Oatmeel finally spoke slowly, "Hmm, perhaps that's true."
Then, Oatmeel's voice fell silent in the spaceship cabin, no longer refuting.
Granolah also leaned back wearily in the driver's seat.
The automatic route has been set, and the system has entered deep navigation sleep mode.
The monotonous interstellar travel quietly slipped away in the torrent of time.
When Granolah opened his eyes again, Planet Cereal was already in front of him.
He skillfully landed the spaceship next to the lonely little house in the valley.
The air in my hometown is still the most comforting.
Granolah took a deep breath, rubbed her cheeks vigorously, and smoothed away the cold, aloof expression on her face, replacing it with a relaxed smile.
We must not bring our bad moods from outside to Grandpa.
Every time he comes back, he has to be the grandson that makes his grandfather proud and at ease.
As he walked toward the familiar stone house, his steps involuntarily slowed down.
An unusual silence enveloped this place he knew all too well.