Chapter 65: You Are Too Weak

The entire main district was drawn to the thunderous explosion. As people looked up toward the source, their eyes widened in shock at the sight of the city hall—reduced to nothing but rubble.

Just moments ago, news broadcasts on every street corner had been reporting on the upcoming victory banquet set to take place at the city hall. But in an instant, without any warning, the grand structure had been obliterated in a deafening explosion.

"Enemy attack!!!"

"Enemy attack!!!"

After a brief, stunned silence, the entire star was thrown into an uproar.

Voices clamored in heated discussions, all centered on the lone figure hovering arrogantly in midair.

His short jet-black hair was streaked with shimmering blue ice crystals from the frigid storm around him. His silver armor, reflecting the sunlight, radiated an almost hypnotic brilliance.

With a defiant smirk and a scarlet tail swaying behind him, Lothar stood with arms crossed over his chest, his image projected across the entire U40 planet through its advanced streaming networks. His face was burned into everyone's retinas.

"Who is that?!"

"Wait a minute… doesn't he look like that wanted criminal from the bounty notices?!"

"I think so… Wait, did that criminal just blow up the city hall??!!"

The sheer audacity of it left the entire U40 system in stunned disbelief.

They had seen arrogant criminals before, but never one this brazen.

Instead of hiding or evading capture, he was floating out in the open, proudly displaying his presence—after having just obliterated the political heart of U40's main district!

Was he trying to defy the skies themselves?!

Well… technically, he was already floating in the sky…

"Where's the Planetary Defense Force?!"

"What about the military?!"

"Why hasn't the planetary defense system fired on him yet?!"

With each passing second, the citizens' confusion grew. But as their eyes fell upon the ruins of the city hall, their confusion turned to sheer terror.

Amongst the debris stood eerie, lifelike ice sculptures—statues that had once been U40's highest-ranking officials.

Every last administrative commander within the U40 planetary system—frozen solid in exquisitely detailed ice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is CW reporting live from the scene—everything you are seeing is real, our highest—"

The journalist, having risked his life to venture into the frozen ruins, never got to finish his report.

A cerulean scepter pierced through his chest, cutting his final words short.

The screen was instantly splattered with blood, drenching every broadcast connected to CW's signal in a crimson tide.

"Citizens of U40, there is no need for unnecessary panic. His Highness, Lothar, harbors no ill will toward you. You need only watch. Watch as these people meet their fate—that will be enough."

A cruel, bloodthirsty voice carried through every home, as The Other's grotesque visage filled every screen.

The traces of blood still smeared on the camera only made him appear more monstrous.

Then, with a single strike, he shattered the body of a Skrull officer into pieces, sneering at the lens with unrestrained malice.

"No one who offends His Highness Lothar walks away unscathed. Every single one of them will pay the price—the price of blood!"

The Other clenched his clawed hand around yet another frozen sculpture—shattering it to pieces. Blood mixed with ice, scattering through the air like grotesque confetti under the sun.

"Where is the Planetary Defense Force?!"

"And the military?! What about the warships?!"

"What happened to the warship we had docked at the port? It was massive—where is it?!"

Panic spread like wildfire across the entire U40 system. The planet was under lockdown; there was no escape.

If that demon decided to go on a rampage…

Who the hell even was this 'Lothar' anyway?!

None of them cared.

They only cared about whether they could make it home alive—to see their wives, their children.

Some traders had been away for three years without returning home. Some fathers had yet to hear their child call them "dad" for the first time…

"Woz?"

Hovering in midair, Lothar furrowed his brow. On the display in his right eye, countless red dots flickered—markers of the U40 Planetary Defense Force and the returning military forces that had accompanied Baltan and Gazzler.

Yet, none of these red dots showed any signs of movement.

"Unknown, Lord Lothar. Woz's scans indicate they still have vital signs."

Having had its false identity exposed, then restricted from accessing U40's control systems, and now failing to get accurate scans, Woz was on the verge of a breakdown.

It had been created to assist Lothar. But at this moment, it felt as though it had only made things worse.

"You… What the hell are you?!"

Lothar's thoughts were interrupted by a furious roar.

Looking down, he saw Baltan flexing his silver mechanical arms, his expression dark as he glared up at him.

"Oh? You're reacting even slower than I expected."

Pushing his thoughts aside, Lothar descended toward Baltan, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

To Baltan, that mocking smile was insufferable.

"Who are you?!"

The city hall was gone. The entire command structure was frozen. The sheer strangeness and power of this attack left Baltan wary.

Most of all…

He had no memory of someone like Lothar.

"Me?"

"Just a Saiyan here to kill you."

Lothar tilted his head slightly, dodging the sudden strike from behind. With a cold smile, he turned to face the massive figure of Gazzler, who had just freed himself from his icy prison.

"Perfect. Now both of you are here."

"Gazzler, where's Shafrin?!"

Baltan's expression darkened as he sized up the mysterious warrior before him.

The pressure Lothar exuded…

He had only felt something like this once before—thirty years ago, when he first encountered Shafrin upon arriving at U40.

"Still trapped in ice. Hasn't broken free yet."

"…"

Goddamn it. Still frozen?!

Had thirty years already aged him this much?!

Baltan's face twisted into an ugly scowl. His mechanical arms shifted, transforming into a pair of powerful, crushing pincers.

"You will pay for this, Saiyan."

With a furious roar, he lunged at Lothar, whose arms remained crossed over his chest, standing completely still.

"ROAR!!!"

A bestial howl followed.

Decades of battle-hardened instinct allowed the hulking Gazzler to leap into the air, cutting off Lothar's escape route.

His massive mechanical pincers gleamed under the sunlight, poised to shred Lothar's face into dust.

Above, Gazzler gathered an immense energy construct—a giant spectral fist—before slamming it down toward the battlefield, sealing Lothar's exits.

SMACK!

A crisp sound rang out, stunning every viewer watching the battle unfold via livestream.

The silver-armored figure below hadn't moved an inch.

With one hand, he caught Baltan's crushing pincers.

With the other, he stopped Gazzler's massive spectral fist.

"What?!"

Before Baltan could even register what had happened—

A devastating kick slammed into his chest, driving the air from his lungs.

"Inferior species."

Lothar snatched Gazzler from midair and hurled him into the ground.

His head smashed into the dirt, his body skidding across the battlefield, shattering ice sculptures along the way.

Casually dusting off his hands, Lothar stepped toward them, planting his foot onto Baltan's scowling face.

Looking down with utter disdain, he sneered:

"You are too weak."

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