at the same time.
The most heavily guarded and highest-security prison planet in the Milky Way.
This is the last line of defense for the Galactic Patrol, where they detain the most vicious and heinous criminals in the entire universe.
Even when the Heeters Family wreaked havoc on the entire universe and released a large number of galactic criminals, this place remained safe and sound!
The fact that the Galactic Patrol Organization with already sparse personnel, has deployed an unusually large police force here speaks volumes about the importance of this place...
Along the corridor, a team of fully armed Galactic Patrol were patrolling back and forth in orderly steps.
Their footsteps echoed clearly in the empty corridor.
However, as they went deeper and got closer to the innermost cell, the patrolmen's steps became heavier.
Because in that deepest depth, imprisoned is the ancient super demon— Moro!
The patrol captain stopped and signaled his officers to remain on guard.
He then cautiously approached the thick bulletproof barrier of the cell and peered inside through the narrow peephole.
The cell was dimly lit.
A hunched, emaciated figure sat motionless cross-legged on the cold ground.
He had a long white goatee, wore tattered prison clothes, and his breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible, as if he might breathe his last at any moment.
Even though it's just such an old, frail figure, as long as he's alive, he will always be a nightmare hanging over the heads of all the Galactic Patrol.
The captain confirmed that the prisoner was still there, breathed a long sigh of relief, gave his team members behind him a gesture that everything was normal, and turned to leave.
The patrol continued onward, their footsteps fading into the distance.
However, none of them noticed.
Just as they turned to leave...
In the innermost cell.
The aging figure belonging to " Moro " began to emit extremely strange fluctuations.
The entire figure began to become illusory and overlapping, flickering eerily between reality and nothingness.
In the vast and boundless depths of the universe, deathly silence and coldness are eternal themes.
A strangely shaped and dilapidated spaceship is silently approaching a desolate planet that appears extremely dark and lifeless.
The spaceship's engines made almost no sound, like an old, giant beast lurking in the darkness, slowly and steadily approaching its prey.
The interior of the spaceship was dimly lit.
Inside the cockpit, an alien with sharp horns on its head was intently manipulating the buttons on the instrument panel that were flashing with a faint light.
Behind him, a figure completely shrouded in a large cloak sat motionless cross-legged.
The figure emitted no aura whatsoever, like a lifeless statue blending into the darkness.
The spacecraft smoothly entered the planet's near-Earth orbit.
The Sharp-Horned Alien let out a long sigh of relief. He carefully turned his head, his voice extremely low, carrying a hint of awe that even he could not hide.
"Lord Moro, we've arrived."
As soon as the words were spoken, the lifeless "statue" finally moved.
He slowly straightened up.
Even a simple act of getting up made the small cockpit feel cramped.
He casually pulled off the hood covering his head.
A ferocious yet imposing face was exposed in the dim light.
His figure was exceptionally tall and robust, with a pair of huge, menacing, curved ram's horns growing upside down on his head, reflecting a chilling light in the dim light inside the cabin.
His eyes gleamed with a chilling, dark red light.
The pilot alien's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Moro standing up.
He dared not meet those eyes in his gaze, nor even glance at them out of the corner of his eye.
My thoughts drifted back to five years ago.
Five years ago, he was just a down-on-his-luck bounty hunter on the verge of unemployment and barely scraping by in this chaotic star system.
Every day they worry about their next meal and the cost of fuel for the spaceship.
Just when he was about to give up and prepare to find a random planet to wait for death, he met this man.
No, to be precise, I met an old man.
At that time, Moro was just an extremely weak and emaciated old man.
He had a long white goatee and a hunched back, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
The frail old man then offered him a deal.
He wanted to take him under his wing and promised to grant him the immense power he had always dreamed of, as well as countless riches.
His task was singular.
With Moro by his side, they searched the vast universe for desolate, uninhabited planets, or those remote, untouched stars that had gone unnoticed by major cosmic powers.
To provide for its... consumption.
Now, five years have passed.
Moro has lost count of the number of planets he has devoured.
All that was known was that the man's figure, which had initially been extremely hunched over, gradually became tall and robust.
His long goatee, a symbol of aging, had almost completely disappeared.
Instead, there was a suffocating, terrifying pressure.
Every time he got closer, he felt his soul tremble.
Moro completely ignored the barely suppressed trembling of his subordinates.
He walked straight to the cabin door.
"Buzz--"
The hatch slid open silently to both sides, revealing the cold, lifeless universe outside.
Moro stepped out of the void, his entire body hovering above the planet.
He opened his arms as if embracing the dim planet below.
The next second.
He suddenly opened his mouth!
Suddenly, a strange and enormous suction force erupted.
Buzzing--
The planet began to tremble violently.
The pale blue life energy, visible to the naked eye, was forcibly extracted from the depths of the planet's cracked crust.
Countless streams of light, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged forth from all directions of the planet.
They converged into massive torrents of energy, rushing eagerly into Moro's mouth and nose.
The already dim and lifeless planet was rapidly depleted at a visible speed under this terrifying devouring force.
The mountain collapsed, and the rocks shattered.
Just seconds later.
The entire planet's crust collapsed completely, turning into the most insignificant dust in the universe.
The star core's light flickered one last time before going out completely.
A planet, just like that, turned into a handful of worthless ashes in the universe.
Moro slowly lowered his arm, letting out a sigh of lingering satisfaction.
He felt the power within him growing stronger, a dark red, menacing light flickering within him.
The sharp-horned alien who had been guarding the hatch felt his heart skip a beat.
Seeing the disappointment and lingering satisfaction on Lord Moro's face.
Cold sweat broke out instantly.
He mustered his courage, forced a fawning smile, and cautiously approached.
"Lord Moro, the energy on these barren planets is far too scarce. Do you think we should go find some more 'lively' planets?"
Moro stopped in his tracks.
He turned his head, his dark red eyes calmly fixed on his subordinates.
"Now... is not the time."
He shook his head.
"Today is different from the past. The pattern of the universe has changed."
The horned alien was stunned.
"Besides the Galactic Patrol Organization, Frieza, under the guise of 'Guardian of Universal Peace,' has infiltrated every corner of the universe."
There's no need to confront them now.
Moro continued.
"These peripheral planets may have scarce energy, but their advantage lies in being largely ignored."
He paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his dark red pupils.
Little by little, it adds up...
The angular alien then suddenly realized what was happening.
As expected of Lord Moro!
That's incredibly thoughtful!
He hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, yes! Moro is wise! Shall we now proceed to our next target planet?"
Moro did not answer immediately.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist tightly.
Feeling the surging, abundant magical power within his body, a satisfied expression finally appeared on his ferocious face.
"No."
Moro shook his head.
"That should be about right."
He turned around and walked towards the driver's seat.
"Let's go somewhere else."
Time is running out.
"It's been five years, it's probably... about to break down..."
The horned alien was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"