After Turles returned to the Sixth Branch, he was indeed very busy.
The messy "trouble" that Frieza talks about is not only not messy, but extremely important.
Before he could even adjust, he was plunged into the mountain of past events.
Outside the office's huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the prosperous land of the Sixth Branch Base, now completely transformed into a steel jungle.
Countless spaceships of varying sizes shuttled orderly along the planned routes, like a flowing galaxy.
The business and security loop he had been cultivating for the past two years had finally reached its golden moment of reaping public support and prestige, and he could not afford to relax at this time.
The office door was pushed open silently.
Tights walked in.
"This is the latest weekly report on public opinion feedback for the subordinate star systems."
She placed a thick electronic report on the table.
Turles looked up.
"Didn't I give you a holiday? Why are you back again?"
"I don't want to miss witnessing the General's historic moment because of my vacation." Tights revealed a long-lost relaxed smile.
"General, you don't need to worry about me getting tired!"
She turned the report board toward Turles.
"The chaos stirred up by the Heeters this time is a disaster in the eyes of many."
"It just so happened that the whole universe saw who came to put out the fire with buckets of water," Tights, pointing to the newspaper.
"Those newly acquired border planets, which initially harbored reservations about us, now have their sense of belonging and obedience soaring to their peak."
"We've become saviors," Turles said with a smile.
"That's right," Tights nodded, "They only regret that they weren't 'occupied' by Frieza Force sooner."
Turles leaned back slightly and remained silent.
Just then, the office communicator rang.
It's Dodoria.
"General! As per your instructions, the battlefield footage of the Planet Namek campaign has been encrypted and transmitted back to the Sixth Branch!"
Turles' lips curled up slightly.
The received video data was handed over to Tights.
Tights is no longer the naive and innocent girl she was two years ago.
The two understood the process without even exchanging words.
"Then, leave this to me."
"What? Don't you feel like you've gone against your original intentions this time?" Turles asked, looking at Tights with a teasing expression.
The latter tossed her hair.
"I'm used to it... Besides... there's not much left to fix now."
"All of this is thanks to the General!"
"Besides, don't try to do everything yourself; you have plenty of talented people under you!"
Wouldn't it be better to give yourself more freedom?
Turles slightly raised his eyes. "Free space?"
"This kind of thing isn't very important, is it?"
"No!" Tights suddenly looked at Turles seriously!
"Very important!"
"It's important to me, at least!"
After she finished speaking, she turned and left.
Turles was left stunned. After a long while, he smiled and closed his eyes.
the next day.
The Frieza Force's network and major interstellar public channels simultaneously began broadcasting a "documentary" about King Frieza and General Turles protecting the universe against the evil Heeters.
In every corner of the North Galaxy, countless eyes were focused on the screen.
On a frontier planet that has just been brought under the control of Frieza Force.
The natives gathered in front of the giant screen in the central square, watching Planet Namek being enveloped by a blood-green energy sphere, and seeing Jass's ferocious and terrifying appearance, they gasped in shock.
When Frieza descended in his " Silver Form " and instantly wiped out the so-called " Hera Warriors," the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.
"That's King Frieza!"
"So powerful! This is our protector!"
When Turles transforms into Super Saiyan and fights alongside Frieza against Jass, ultimately combining everyone's strength to push the destructive energy sphere back into space, the entire planet's public opinion explodes.
"General! It's General Turles!"
"Waaaaah... They really sacrificed so much to protect Planet Namek!"
"They were very, very badly injured!"
"This isn't just about protecting Planet Namek!"
"Moreover, it's to stop the Heeters from harming the universe!"
A sense of adoration and gratitude towards Frieza Force gradually spread throughout the universe.
Earth, the estate of the Capsule Corporation.
The Namekian, Monaito, and Granolah also watched this "documentary" through Frieza Force's signal receiver.
The Namekian were moved to tears, their gratitude towards Frieza Force deepening even further.
Granolah, on the other hand, was more awestruck by the immense power displayed in the battle.
These monsters are incredibly powerful!
It was far beyond his imagination!
The thought of taking revenge on a guy like that is enough to make one despair...
Frieza Force Headquarters, Planet Frieza.
Frieza leaned back in his hovering seat, staring at the close-up shot on the screen of himself delivering a fatal blow while fighting alongside Turles.
"Hehehe... This guy, as always, loves to brag."
He spoke sarcastically, but his tail wagged gently in a very honest manner.
Just then, a subordinate nervously presented a report.
"Your Majesty, this is the total amount of new interstellar voluntary taxes this quarter... more than three times that of the previous quarter."
Frieza paused for a moment.
"And... these are the elite recruit enlistment applications pouring in like snowflakes, already exceeding the total for the past year..."
Frieza tacitly accepted and fully enjoyed this benefit; he waved his hand, dismissing his subordinates.
After returning to Planet Frieza, Frieza learned that the base had nearly been destroyed after he left!
Turles arrived in time to bring the situation under control.
Could it be... that I really can't live without him?
Without Turles, was King Frieza truly incapable of leading his Frieza Force to new heights?
He then sent a communication to Turles.
Soon, Turles ' figure could be heard from the other side.
"Your Majesty? What's wrong? Is there something the matter at this time?"
Frieza paused to carefully choose his words.
She spoke calmly, "I need to confirm when you plan to come see me."
My patience is limited!
Turles smiled hastily and replied perfunctorily, "Soon, Your Majesty. Everything is going according to plan."
The communication abruptly ended...
Frieza frowned, seemingly lost in thought.
This guy... said the same thing a month ago...