BZZZZZZZZ—!!!
Space itself was collapsing.
Not some ordinary black hole, but a conceptual "nothingness."
Ten battered Celestials, their once-majestic armor—symbols of cosmic authority—were disintegrating before everyone's eyes, vaporizing into pure dimensional-collapse energy.
They formed a silent, deadly ring.
At the center of that ring, right where Frieza hovered, reality was being stripped away.
Light vanished. Sound vanished. Even the concept of time grew blurry and meaningless.
This was "Void Banishment."
A technique designed to rip the target clean out of the universe's timeline and causality—permanently.
"Warning: Singularity construction at 99%..."
"Target locked: Frieza."
"Farewell, anomaly."
From the half-head that remained of the Exterminator came one final, ice-cold electronic voice.
But.
In the heart of this dimension-shattering collapse—a place that would make even Odin despair—the golden figure floated calmly.
Arms folded, thick golden tail swaying lazily behind him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…"
Frieza shook his head. Those crimson eyes held no fear—only deep pity.
"This is your final struggle?"
"You're really going for mutual destruction?"
"How undignified."
He slowly raised one hand, palm up, fingers slightly spread.
"Honestly, I was planning to play around a little longer with this perfect golden body of mine—give you walking scrap heaps a proper thrashing."
"But…"
He glanced down at the blue planet below—Xandar.
If he let this dimensional collapse keep going, his brand-new Asset #002, still warm in his grasp, would get buried with it.
Unacceptable.
That was his money. His territory.
"Since you're playing dirty with weapons of mass destruction like this…"
"Don't blame me for turning on god mode."
BOOM!!!
The moment the words left his mouth, six brilliant, wildly different lights erupted from inside him!
Purple Power!
Blue Space!
Red Reality!
Orange Soul!
Green Time!
Yellow Mind!
All six Infinity Stones—the ultimate sources of Marvel's cosmic laws—resonated madly within his body!
For anyone else—even Thanos—wielding all six at once required the gauntlet as a conduit, and it still cost them half their life.
But Frieza was different.
He was the Emperor of the Universe!
His system-enhanced body, packing a battle power of 100 quintillion, was the ultimate Infinity container.
"Now…"
Frieza clenched his fist hard.
In that instant, golden aura fused perfectly with the six-colored glow, forming a seven-hued divine light that towered above the universe itself.
"BEGONE!!!"
Snap!
He snapped his fingers—clean and crisp.
BZZZZZZZZ—!!!!!!
An indescribable ripple shot out from him, sweeping across the entire sector in a flash!
No violent explosion.
No deafening roar.
This was erasure on the level of universal rules.
The moment that rainbow wave passed, the collapsing dimensional rift smoothed out like a wrinkle ironed flat by an invisible hand.
The ten Celestials mid-self-destruction froze.
Then—disintegrated.
Starting from their feet and racing upward, their indestructible cosmic alloy, their colossal frames, their infinite-energy cores—all turned to the most basic particles.
Not even dust remained.
They were erased completely—from matter, from energy, even from concept.
In a single second, the once-crowded, doom-filled void became utterly empty.
Only the small golden figure, radiating brilliant light, floated quietly at the center of the cosmos.
"Phew…"
Frieza blew on his fingertips, surveying the now-pristine starfield with a satisfied nod.
"That's more like it."
"All that smoke and chaos—not only an eyesore, but it causes light pollution too."
Down below on Xandar, billions of lives had no idea what had just happened.
But when the shadow of death that had loomed overhead suddenly vanished, the sheer joy of survival sent them to their knees once more, worshipping the golden god in the sky.
[Ding! Miracle detected! Faith values converting to extreme fear!]
[Fear +100 trillion!]
[Ding! Fear +100 trillion!]
…
Just as Frieza was about to turn and head back to his luxurious office for some well-earned tea, he froze.
His crimson eyes narrowed to slits.
He felt it.
In the instant after that massive energy surge, several gazes had crossed infinite time and space to land on him.
Not mortal gazes.
These belonged to something far older, far vaster—beings beyond naming.
"Oh?"
Frieza felt no fear.
On the contrary, an utterly thrilled, utterly arrogant grin spread across his refined face.
"Looks like I made a little too much noise."
"Woke up a few rats hiding behind the curtain, huh?"
He slowly turned, staring into a patch of empty void.
There, darkness writhed and slowly coalesced into a cloaked female figure with nothing but a skeletal face.
Death.
One of the five great cosmic entities—the goddess who governed the end of all life in this universe.
The very same one that purple potato Thanos was hopelessly simping for.
Right now, those hollow eye sockets were fixed on Frieza, as if sizing up the mortal who'd just stolen a massive chunk of her business.
"Well, well—if it isn't somebody's dream girl."
Frieza tilted his head, showing zero respect as he roasted her.
"Quite the unique look."
"Is this what they call 'killer bone structure'? Too bad—it's not my type."
Beyond Death, at the opposite end of the starfield, countless stars came alive and gathered into a colossal humanoid outline.
His body contained the entire cosmic star map.
Eternity.
He'd shown up too.
Two cosmic deities, one on each side, pinning Frieza between them like twin immovable mountains.
The oppressive pressure from the conceptual level alone would shatter any Skyfather-class being on the spot.
But.
"Hmph."
Frieza snorted.
His golden aura didn't shrink—it flared even higher, like pouring oil on a raging fire!
BOOM!!!
The golden radiance forcibly shoved back the divine pressure from both sides!
"What's this?"
"You here to collect rent?"
Frieza folded his arms, staring down the two true gods of the universe with pure defiance.
"If you came to congratulate me on taking over the block, leave the gifts and get lost."
"But if you're here to start trouble…"
He licked his lips, eyes burning with battle lust.
"This king wouldn't mind adding two more divine specimens to the collection!"