After Baby was captured and the mastermind was brought to justice, a dazzling golden light tore through the sky, transforming into a shower of stars that swept across the entire universe.
Those innocent lives caught in the calamity of Hell, who were brutally murdered, were resurrected under the golden light.
Those planets ravaged by war and reduced to ruins began to rebuild and heal at a visible speed under this sacred power.
This is the power of Tamagami.
Later, Turles and his team also found Dr. Gero and the others, who had been imprisoned in hibernation pods because they couldn't bear to kill him...
The post-war universe was a scene of devastation.
Under Turles ' instructions, Frieza Force decisively mobilized and continued to cooperate with the beleaguered Galactic Patrol to handle the ensuing consequences.
The legion's execution capabilities were on full display at this moment.
They not only wiped out the space pirates and remnants who took advantage of the chaos, but also established temporary aid centers on various planets.
The damage caused by the souls of the dead in Hell cannot be repaired overnight.
In response, Frieza Force mobilized a large force and distributed huge amounts of subsidies and aid supplies to all the affected planets.
The legion not only provided funds and supplies, but also dispatched a consortium force composed of elite warriors and high-tech heavy industry equipment to personally assist the inhabitants of various planets in rebuilding their homes.
These actions solidified the Legion's perfect image as "Guardians of Universal Peace," and its prestige reached an unprecedented peak.
Time flies.
Five years have passed since the upheaval of the souls of the dead in Hell.
Five years of peace allowed the new cosmic order to be fully established.
With its almost ubiquitous expansion of its business empire, Frieza Force has reached a new level of wealth and scale.
Planet He'ai.
This is a commercial planet famous for its mineral resources.
At this moment, on a high platform in a huge open-air plaza, two rows of Frieza Force soldiers, dressed in standard Battle Suit, were fully armed and maintained order with solemn and cold expressions.
The atmosphere was solemn and tense.
Below the platform, a large number of native inhabitants of the Planet He'ai were densely packed.
They were all filled with righteous indignation, their eyes, bloodshot and blazing with anger, fixed on the stage. The rage that seemed about to burst forth made the air in the entire square scorching.
In the very center of the platform stood a row of figures tightly bound by specially made gravity shackles.
These people were all dressed in luxurious clothes, and it was clear that they had once been rich and powerful.
But now, they knelt on the cold platform, their faces ashen and their bodies trembling like leaves under the condemnation of tens of thousands of people below.
With a deep engine hum, a signature hovering seat slowly emerged from the shadows behind the platform.
Behind him, Zarbon and Dodoria followed closely, their faces full of arrogance.
Frieza rested his chin on his hand, his blood-red eyes revealing a nonchalant indifference.
He leisurely controlled the hovering chair, arriving in front of the row of figures locked in gravity shackles. His gaze swept downwards, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
With Frieza's appearance, a subtle yet imposing aura instantly enveloped the entire plaza.
The crowd, which had been noisy and boisterous, with shouts, curses, and cries filling the air, all held their breath at that moment.
In the vast square, you could hear a pin drop in an instant.
Everyone looked up in awe at the figure suspended in mid-air on the high platform.
Emperor of the Universe.
Zarbon stepped forward gracefully, holding a data terminal machine in his hands.
He glanced at the densely packed data displayed on Frieza screen, then turned around and, in a loud voice, began to explain the heinous crimes committed by these handcuffed men.
"Your Majesty, these guys are the largest real estate guild alliance on Planet He'ai."
Zarbon's voice, amplified through the loudspeaker, resonated clearly throughout every corner of the square, carrying with it a powerful and clear tone.
"According to our investigation, over the past three years, they have maliciously seized land, inflated prices, and repeatedly violated the Legion's ' Residents' Code,' ' Business Code,' and ' Planetary Development Code '!"
"Furthermore, in order to violently collect debts and forcibly seize the assets of ordinary people, they also hired a large number of gangsters to violently suppress families who were unable to repay their exorbitant loans!"
Zarbon paused, his voice growing increasingly cold.
"This has caused countless families to be torn apart, with lives lost and people displaced. The people of Planet He'ai have repeatedly filed joint reports with the local legion branch, and the evidence is conclusive!"
Kneeling at the very front, the portly head of the chamber of commerce could no longer withstand the immense pressure.
He completely broke down, ignoring the restraints of the weighted shackles, and desperately slammed his head against the cold metal platform, making muffled "bang bang bang" sounds.
" King Frieza! Spare me! King Frieza!"
He cried out in a hoarse voice, tears streaming down his face, trying to justify himself.
"We... we also contribute to the Legion! Every year... every year we pay astronomical sums in taxes to the Legion! Even if we haven't done anything outstanding, we've certainly put in the effort!"
He seemed to have grasped at the last straw, and began frantically kowtowing.
"Your Majesty, please spare our lowly lives for the taxes we've paid over the years! We... we are willing to offer all our possessions to Your Majesty! We only ask to live!"
He attempted to buy back his life with money.
Upon hearing this, Frieza's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the figure below who was still frantically kowtowing.
The entire plaza, tens of thousands of Planet He'ai citizens held their breath at this moment, staring intently at the high platform, seemingly also anticipating Frieza's reaction.
A moment later, Frieza spoke, his tone carrying a subtle, chilling smile.
"Oh?"
"Is your way of contributing to the Legion to oppress my beloved people?"
These words caused the frantic kowtowing of the chamber of commerce leaders to abruptly halt.
Frieza's hovering chair glided forward, his laughter growing louder.
"You forcibly seize the fruits of others' hard work that rightfully belong to you, and then take a tiny bit from your blood-stained pockets, paying more taxes in your own name..."
Is this how you contribute?
The head of the chamber of commerce felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His obese body trembled violently. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself and say something more, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Frieza stopped looking at him, and the smile on her face became kind and friendly.
He slowly rotated the suspended seat, facing the dark mass of people below the platform.
He opened his arms, his posture elegant and sacred, and his voice became high-pitched and infectious.
"Look at my beloved people!"
His gaze swept over the bloodshot and furious faces below, and his voice suddenly rose, filled with the air of a righteous judgment.
"Their angry expressions tell me! You parasites, you've been eroding them all along! Oppressing them!"
"Could it be that they are framing you?!"
The final question struck like a thunderclap.
The pent-up resentment, anger, and despair of the crowd below were ignited at this moment.
A hoarse roar rang out, like the fuse that lit a powder keg.
"My home! They stole it from me!"
"My father! He was beaten to death by their thugs!!"
" King Frieza! Avenge us!!"
Countless indigenous people, with tears in their eyes, raised their trembling arms and roared with all their might, denouncing the heinous crimes of these tyrants.
Cries, curses, and pleas merged into a terrifying wave of sound, one wave higher than the next, as if it would overturn the entire sky.
Amidst the deafening cheers and fervent jubilation, Frieza slowly turned his head, looking once more at the row of trembling "sinners."
The kind smile on his face had disappeared.
It turned cold.
"So!"
"Prepare for your judgment!"
The words had barely left his mouth!
Frieza's eyes flashed red!
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Almost simultaneously, several scarlet Death Beam shot out at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye.
They passed through the hearts of each of those "sinners" in turn.
The extreme terror on the faces of the chamber of commerce leaders froze completely, and a charred, bloody hole in their chest was a shocking sight.
Like rotten flesh stripped of its bones, they collapsed forward in unison, dying on the cold, high platform.
After a brief, utter silence, the entire arena erupted in cheers and adoration even more fervent than before.
"Long live King Frieza!!"
A tsunami of worship drowned out everything.
Frieza slowly closed his eyes, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he listened to everything with utter enjoyment.
This was clearly not the first time Frieza had "enjoyed" such a thing; it's unclear when it started, but he began to enjoy a kind of "worship"...
Wouldn't it be a victory if he could be more popular Turles in the universe?
Zarbon and Dodoria behind him exchanged a glance, then silently lowered their heads...