Now Frieza Won’t Be Lonely in Hell

The Frieza Force was once called the Cold Force—unsurprisingly, King Cold was the army's previous ruler. After handing over the army to Frieza, he retired to the shadows, living a life of leisure. 

At this moment, he resided on a planet not far from Frieza's headquarters. The environment was extremely harsh—frozen and covered in ice—hardly a place fit for human habitation. Yet King Cold lived there comfortably, completely unaffected by the bitter cold, unlike ordinary beings. 

This suited the origin of his name well—Cold, derived from the word "cold." In fact, both his and Frieza's names were based on "cold" and "freezer," which was why, in the world Zuke came from, fanworks sometimes referred to them as the "Frost Demon Clan." 

Though not an official term, it was a fitting title for them. 

"Hm?" 

Sitting atop an iceberg, basking in the sunlight, King Cold suddenly turned his gaze toward the clouds ahead. 

From within the clouds, a rectangular "glass box" broke through, descending rapidly toward the planet. 

Upon closer inspection, the "glass box" was actually a spaceship, complete with landing gear. It came to rest on another iceberg not far from him. 

Just as King Cold was puzzled by how a ship seemingly made entirely of glass could travel through space, two figures flew out. 

Recognizing the one at the front, King Cold smirked in understanding. 

"Dodoria?" 

It had been a long time since Dodoria had served under him—now, he answered to Frieza. Behind Dodoria was a seemingly unremarkable Saiyan. 

King Cold had never held Saiyans in high regard. While they could pack a punch when working together, individually, they were nothing special. Without relying on the moon, almost none could defeat Dodoria. Thus, King Cold rarely paid attention to lone Saiyans. 

"What's the matter, Dodoria? Did Frieza send you? Could he need my help?" 

Still wearing sunglasses, King Cold removed them and tossed them aside, flashing a confident smile. 

If Frieza was asking for his assistance, it must be something serious. Though King Cold's full power was slightly inferior to Frieza's, the difference was minimal. Together, few in the universe could stand against them. 

However, what happened next caught him off guard. 

Dodoria didn't even glance at him. After bringing Zuke before King Cold, he turned to the Saiyan with an almost servile expression, nervously saying: 

"Lord Zuke… this is Cold. Can… can I run now?" 

The use of "run" was no exaggeration—Dodoria knew exactly how strong King Cold was. While Zuke had likely killed Frieza and could probably do the same to Cold, Dodoria wasn't willing to bet on surviving the aftermath. 

"Dodoria, what the hell are you saying?" 

King Cold's expression darkened, a bad feeling creeping over him. 

"Zuke?" 

The name didn't even sound Saiyan. 

But before he could question further, Zuke struck. 

If his battle with Frieza had relied on "Berserker State" and "Numeral of the Saint" to multiply his power sixfold, now—even without those abilities—his strength had surpassed 200 million. 

His fist slammed into King Cold's face, smashing him deep into the iceberg beneath. 

Dazed, King Cold was buried in ice, the pain jolting him back to reality. He looked up at Zuke, fury flashing in his eyes. 

"You—!" 

"Your reaction is just like Frieza's. Like father, like son, huh?" 

Zuke chuckled. King Cold's expression was nearly identical to Frieza's after taking a few hits. 

"But I don't have time to play around. Let's end this quickly." 

In an instant, Zuke's aura shifted violently—a chaotic, berserk energy intertwined with a sacred radiance. 

Berserker State! 

Numeral of The Saint! 

His power skyrocketed. The next moment, a barrage of devastating blows hammered into King Cold's body. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

The force sent King Cold crashing through layers of ice, blood spraying from his mouth, staining the frozen surroundings crimson. 

As he weakly raised a hand to counter, Zuke's eyes suddenly gleamed. 

Blackbird The World! 

Time froze. King Cold's movements halted, the world around him grinding to a standstill. 

Zuke grabbed him by the throat and hurled him upward. 

The earlier strikes had already shattered the iceberg, plunging them into frigid seawater. After tossing King Cold out, Zuke Instant Transmissioned beside him, channeling magic energy into his body. 

Time resumed. 

As the time-stop ended, King Cold's body convulsed—Zuke had landed countless extra blows while time was frozen. The accumulated damage left him broken, his body failing. 

Wide-eyed, King Cold still didn't fully grasp the situation. 

But he knew one thing—Zuke was far stronger than him. And judging by Dodoria's earlier behavior… Frieza was likely already dead. 

He opened his mouth, wanting to voice his confusion, but his strength was rapidly draining away. 

Indeed, Zuke had already extracted his life energy—King Cold no longer had the strength to speak. 

And so, Frieza's father, the former ruler of the Frieza Force, met his end silently on this desolate, frozen planet. 

The only contribution he left behind? 

A massive power boost for Zuke. 

To be continued…

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