Several days later.
Turles ' fleet landed on a newly acquired habitable planet located in the heart of interstellar trade.
Today, the Sixth Branch is holding a peacekeeping commendation ceremony and a public ceremony to mark the commencement of trade and shipping operations here.
Tens of thousands of people gathered in the city's central square, and the shouts of "General" had become a frenzied wave.
Turles stepped out of the ship and onto the high platform leading to the center of the square.
Below, a dense crowd of tens of thousands of eyes converged into a sea of fervor.
He had a smile on his face, like the gentlest breeze in spring.
He simply stood there quietly, letting the thunderous cheers from below wash over his ears wave after wave.
"General!"
"It's General Turles!!!"
"My God! Am I seeing things? The General himself has come!"
Turles slowly raised his hand and pressed it down lightly.
In an instant, the entire square became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
After gathering his strength, he projected his voice clearly to every corner of the square, gentle yet full of power.
"My compatriots, my comrades-in-arms."
"You are probably already aware of everything that has happened in the universe during this time."
He paused, then looked around at the faces below that were looking up at him.
"That was a catastrophe, a catastrophe triggered by the evil ambitions of the Heeters, which nearly swept across the entire universe."
But we won.
" Frieza Force, once again, defended the peace of the universe with absolute power."
He downplayed the devastating battle, attributing it simply to the legion's "duty."
Instead of emphasizing the ferocity of the battle or boasting about their own achievements, they attributed all the glory to that supreme being.
"All of this is thanks to our great leader, King Frieza!"
"It is precisely because of the King's terrifying power, which is enough to deter all evil, that we can extinguish those sparks that attempt to destroy peace without any worries!"
He cleverly packaged Frieza's tyranny and terror perfectly as the ultimate deterrent to protect the universe.
And he himself, naturally, became the agent of that supreme god on earth.
"In the future, under King Frieza's leadership, our star system will be free from pirate raids and illegal armed conflicts."
"We will establish the most prosperous interstellar trade routes, spreading the technology of the Hoi-Poi Capsule to every corner of the North Galaxy, so that every hardworking life can enjoy peace and prosperity!"
He depicted the vision of prosperity as something within reach.
Public sentiment was completely ignited.
They didn't need to understand the complex political games; all they needed to know was that the man before them, this powerful Saiyan general, promised to bring them a peaceful life.
That's enough.
Long live King Frieza!
" General Turles!!!"
"Long live the General!!!"
The shouts, like a tsunami, resounded through the sky once more, even more fervent and devout than before.
Turles smiled and walked down the platform step by step.
He walked into the front row of people without any airs.
The crowd instinctively stepped back, making way for them, their eyes filled with excitement and awe, yet they dared not approach easily.
Turles extended his hand and shook hands with an ordinary worker next to him who looked like a lizardman.
The lizardman was so excited that he trembled all over and almost knelt down on the spot.
Just then, a little alien girl who looked only seven or eight years old mustered up her courage, ran out from behind her mother, held up a bunch of wildflowers from an unknown planet, and handed them to Turles.
Turles stopped and bent down.
At that moment, the smile on his face became incredibly genuine and incredibly gentle.
He took the bouquet of wildflowers, and then, to everyone's astonishment, stretched out his arms and gently picked up the little girl.
"Thank you."
He leaned close to the little girl's ear and whispered something.
Cheers erupted again from the crowd.
"My God! He picked up the child! Saiyan... can they be this gentle?"
"This is the kind of leader we need! Strong, and compassionate!"
In the time that followed.
Turles ' fleet did not stop for a moment.
He embarked on an intensive "interstellar tour," traveling to dozens of newly acquired planets or those that had previously experienced turmoil.
Wherever he went, he was greeted with flowers and enthusiastic cheers.
He would personally inspect the local people's livelihood, solve the most difficult resource allocation problems, and even take time to participate in the traditional festivals of the local indigenous people.
His approachability and efficiency have made him a deeply ingrained image of "the people's general" in the hearts of the people.
The king is high above, but the general comes from the people!
He is responsible for listening, for protecting, and for spreading the "King's grace" to every corner of the universe.
In less than three months.
Frieza Force has deeply implanted the image of "justice" throughout the universe!
In the other three galaxies, many corporations have also taken notice of Frieza Force's powerful appeal and terrifying infiltration.
Taking this opportunity, they began to learn about Frieza Force in the North Galaxy.
The more you understand, the more optimistic you become.
Although the new economic operation model led by Frieza Force is not yet perfect, these established cosmic conglomerates can already glimpse its vast potential.
Otherwise, Frieza Force could not have undergone such a dramatic transformation in just a few years.
They all began to gravitate towards Frieza Force.
scrambling to be first...
In the office.
After finishing the last document on the border planet trade agreement, Turles leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
He opened a communication channel with Planet Frieza.
Frieza's familiar, somewhat impatient face quickly appeared on the screen.
"Hehehe... My general, you've finally remembered me."
Frieza's voice carried a hint of mockery.
"I thought you were so caught up in the cheers of those foolish people that you'd forgotten who you were."
"How could that be, Your Majesty?"
Turles ' smile remained unchanged.
"I'm clearly doing this to bolster the legion's image for Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty must find this troublesome, so I'll have to do it for you..."
He paused for a moment.
Then he continued, "But now, it's about time to call it a day."
"I can go back to headquarters tomorrow."
"Really?" Frieza's voice was still full of doubt.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Turles affirmed firmly!
Earth at this time.
A crab-shaped machine quietly appeared in the air.