In the desert, violent winds swept up sand and grit, sending them swirling through the sky and forming towering yellow tornadoes.
This barren land seed forgotten by the world, with only the scorching sun rcilessly baking the earth.
And at the very center of this desert, the one who had personally created all of this, Frieza, was leisurely staring at a massive screen before him. The screen flickered with all kinds of complex data and images.
At this mont, his mood was exceptionally pleasant; one could even say he felt utterly refreshed.
A sinister smile that sent chills down one's spine spread across Frieza's face.
He let out a low chuckle. "Hohoho… it seems it's true. Once all mbers are eliminated, the entire universe will be completely erased."
As he spoke, his sharp, hawk-like eyes locked onto the screen, as if trying to extract even more information that would excite him.
Before this, Frieza had cautiously tried to sense the aura of the Dangerous Trio.
However, at this very mont, no matter how hard he tried to perceive them, he could no longer detect even the slightest trace of the three wolves' presence.
It was as if they had never existed, completely erased from Frieza's awareness without a single trace.
This situation caused the last sliver of doubt in Frieza's heart to vanish. He was now one hundred percent certain that Universe 9 had undoubtedly been rcilessly erased.
Thinking of this, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew even more pronounced.
It had been a long ti since he had felt such pleasure from doing evil.
This was far more satisfying than rely destroying a single planet!
As long as all the fighters from other universes were eliminated, an entire universe would be wiped out directly!
How many planets are there in a universe? It's impossible to even count.
Frieza was extrely satisfied. This was what a ruler of the universe like him should be doing, not protecting Earth.
"Hm~ it seems Universe 9 really has been erased."
A voice that sounded refined and gentlemanly ca from behind Frieza.
Lost in his enjoynt, Frieza had almost forgotten there was another of his kind standing behind him.
He turned around and looked at Frost.
At this mont, Frost was in his second form, the ugliest of his transformations.
This was a form Frieza had long since refused to even acknowledge. Even after his resurrection, he would skip it entirely and go straight to his third form.
Frost bowed respectfully to Frieza and said,
"Thank you, senior, for saving . My na is Frost. It seems you are of the sa kind as ." Frost sized him up.
He then continued, "May I ask your na, senior?"
Looking at Frost's ugly appearance, Frieza instinctively stepped back a few paces, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Frieza," he replied indifferently. From Frost's every movent, he could see nothing but hypocrisy.
Yet Frost still maintained an overly enthusiastic deanor.
"Senior Frieza! Thank you! If you hadn't intervened, I would've already been eliminated."
As he spoke, Frost stepped closer again.
Frieza frowned and said with clear disgust, "Hey, can you transform into a form like mine? That appearance of yours is far too ugly."
Only then did Frost realize that his current form was indeed rather unsightly.
He nodded politely.
Soon, the bones in his body began to crack and shift, and he transford into his third form.
"Senior Frieza, thank you once again," Frost said with a smile.
Frieza put on a gentle, approachable expression, like a friendly older brother next door.
Then he reached out his hand, preparing to pat Frost on the shoulder.
"Hohoho, no need to thank …"
But at that very mont, Frost instinctively took a step back.
Frieza paused for a mont, then laughed. "Hohoho? Are you afraid?"
Frost forced an awkward smile. For so reason, he always felt that Frieza was an extrely sinister person.
"Senior Frieza, not at all. How could I possibly be afraid of soone who saved ?"
At this point, Frost had already ford a plan in his mind.
So far, Frieza was one of the stronger individuals he had encountered. If he could cooperate with him, it would definitely save a lot of stamina. Using Frieza's hands to eliminate so opponents would be a brilliant strategy.
"Senior Frieza, I think we can cooperate. If the two of us work together, we can definitely eliminate everyone." Frost proposed seriously.
Frieza pondered for a mont, then gave his answer after two seconds.
"Hohoho… very well."
At this point, Frost already felt that he could make use of Frieza.
However, just then, Frieza made another request.
"However, why do you think I need to cooperate with you? At the very least, you should show so sincerity. This Great King has no interest in working with soone who lacks it."
Hearing this, Frost's heart trembled.
[Damn it, this guy really isn't simple.]
"Then, Senior Frieza, what kind of sincerity do you want?"
Frieza's thoughts returned to a mont earlier,
To the scene he wanted to see: Frost killing the Dangerous Trio.
Frieza let out a soft chuckle. "I want you to kill soone."
Frost almost answered instinctively, "Alright, no problem."
However, the instant the words left his mouth, his body suddenly trembled. His face filled with shock and disbelief, and his voice turned sharp:
"What? Senior Frieza? Kill soone?!"
His eyes widened in terror as he shook his head frantically.
"No, that's absolutely impossible! This Tournant has clear rules, killing is strictly forbidden!"
At this mont, Frost's eyes were filled with panic and confusion. He had never expected Frieza to make such a terrifying and rule-breaking demand.
Frieza, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly. A faint, contemptuous smile tinged with disappointnt appeared on his lips as he spoke slowly:
"Hohoho, Frost… it seems your sincerity is far from enough."
[Tch, and you think you can use This Great King!]
Frieza's words struck like a needle, piercing straight into the deepest and most genuine thoughts hidden within Frost's heart.
It had to be said, both of them were extrely cunning and deceitful individuals. But at least for now, Frieza was clearly the more skilled of the two.
Then, in the very next second, Frieza's expression suddenly changed.
The playful look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, ruthless, and overwhelmingly domineering aura.
He raised his head proudly, crossed his arms over his chest, and declared in a voice filled with authority:
"Hmph. What makes you think This Great King needs to cooperate with a minor character like you?"
(End Of This Chapter)
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