On the giant virtual screen, Turles ' image appeared before Frieza.
Frieza crossed his legs, rested his chin on one hand, and his tail swayed gently.
After listening to Turles's briefing, his signature polite smile appeared somewhat stiff.
"Oh ho ho ho..."
Frieza let out a soft, enigmatic laugh, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly.
" Turles, are you kidding me?"
"Someone even you can't handle... does such a thing really exist in this universe?"
His tone sounded like he was joking, but the subtle, almost imperceptible scrutiny made the air feel cold.
Frieza would spar with Turles every few days, and he believed he knew the Saiyan general's strength perfectly.
I had originally planned that when I got back this time, I would get my revenge and make that guy realize who the real "king" was!
Unexpectedly, I heard the news of their crushing defeat at the hands of someone else first.
This suddenness is also unpleasant...
Turles, on the other end of the screen, spoke with an unusually serious tone, devoid of any hint of jest.
"I have no time for jokes."
"That guy named Moro is extremely dangerous, unlike any enemy we've ever known before."
Turles used a tone of admonition, which was unusual for him.
"Your Majesty, listen carefully! If you encounter him, you must not be careless!"
"Never hesitate to leave if you have the chance!"
Frieza's smile vanished completely.
His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, like two dangerous slits.
"You mean... run away?"
With a "smack," its tail lashed heavily against the ground, making a crisp sound.
"It might be a little embarrassing, but I'm serious."
Turles casually admitted it.
"I'm looking for ways to deal with him. I don't know why he suddenly disappeared, but it's always good to be careful."
Frieza remained silent for a moment.
He stared silently at Turles on the screen.
"I see..."
Then, he extended his finger and lightly tapped the control panel on the armrest of the throne.
Sizzle--
He unilaterally cut off the communication.
The virtual screen instantly went completely black.
The vast throne room fell into a deathly silence.
" The Planet-Eater..."
Frieza murmured the name softly, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the smooth armrest.
"Mr. Dodoria."
He called out softly.
Dodoria, who had been standing respectfully behind the throne, immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee.
"Your Majesty?"
Frieza didn't look at him, still gazing into the deep darkness ahead.
"Have all outpost troops keep an eye on the movements of that ' Planet-Eater '."
"Once there's news..."
He paused, then a cold, excited smile returned to the corners of his mouth.
Notify me immediately.
Upon hearing this command, Dodoria's body stiffened abruptly.
The general just warned us not to provoke that monster!
As a result, the king turned around and was about to actively seek revenge on that guy?!
I have a bad feeling about this...
However, he did not question Frieza's right to make the decision.
They also cannot afford any consequences that might arise from raising questions.
Faced with the absolute will of the emperor, the only thing he could do was obey.
"Yes... Your Majesty."
Dodoria's voice was dry and hoarse. He kowtowed heavily, then carefully rose and, step by step, backed away from the suffocating hall.
The heavy metal door slowly closed behind him.
Only Frieza remained on the throne.
The planet where Frieza's headquarters is located is a desolate outskirts.
The air here is dry and thin, creating a stark contrast with the brightly lit, technologically advanced megacity in the distance.
Space itself began to distort without warning.
A dark crack was forcibly torn open, Towa's figure emerged first, her high heels clicking silently on the cracked earth.
Following that, Mira, along with Gure, Shroom, and Salsa, who each possessed Dark Dragon Balls, also appeared.
Five figures, exuding an aura of the Demon Realm that seemed out of place on this planet, stood silently on the desolate ground.
Mira frowned as she looked at the heavily guarded legion encampment ahead.
He broke the silence first, his voice filled with suppressed dissatisfaction.
"Lady Towa! That guy clearly sent us here as a testing ground!"
"Are we really going to do what he said?"
Gure, standing to the side, let out a muffled groan, clearly still shaken by Moro's previous overwhelming pressure.
Although Shroom and Salsa didn't speak, the resentment on their faces said it all.
Towa remained silent for a moment.
She turned around and calmly met Mira's gaze.
"Of course I know... this guy is just using us as disposable labor..."
"But looking at it from another angle, his desire to ascertain Frieza's true strength is simply something we're doing in the process..."
Towa's tone was calm, but it surprised Mira and the others.
"Do you remember that terrifying savage who severely injured you?"
Mira's pupils contracted slightly as that humiliating memory instantly resurfaced.
Towa's fingertips lightly brushed across the air.
"That savage... he must be one of Frieza Force! He most likely possesses our last Dragon Ball!"
"In other words, we'll have to face Frieza Force sooner or later..."
Upon hearing this, Mira and the others' resentment was instantly replaced by a clearer goal.
A calculating glint flashed in Towa's eyes.
"Besides, if possible, it would be better if we retrieved the Dragon Ball from that savage first, and then went to confront that old Moro!"
Mira pondered for a moment, then nodded in a deep voice.
"I understand, Lady Towa..."
Towa said no more, took a step, and walked up a nearby hill.
She gazed at the bustling and enormous city at the edge of her vision and slowly raised her wand.
In mid-air, dozens of pitch-black Demon Realm teleportation wormholes quietly tore open.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds and thousands of the Demon Realm soldiers, wielding various weapons and exuding a fierce aura, swarmed out from among them.
They moved silently yet with murderous intent, and within seconds they had amassed a massive, dark army in the suburbs.
Towa's wand pointed directly at the city in the distance.
A massive number of the Demon Realm soldiers transformed into countless black shadows, sweeping across the city's outer defenses like a tidal wave.
The first wave of energy beams and explosions instantly tore apart the city's energy shield.
The piercing alarm, signaling the highest level of enemy attack, resounded throughout the entire planet.