Chapter 41: Another Genius Scientist Emerges

But just then, a towering figure appeared in front of Frieza in a blur of motion.

The shadow let out a furious roar, its muscles bulging with explosive power.

Just as the longsword was about to strike Frieza down, a thick golden hand shot out as if from thin air and caught the blade in a firm grip. No matter how the attacker struggled, they couldn't pull the weapon free.

Levos's pupils contracted sharply. He came back... and he transformed.

King Cold had returned, and he had achieved the golden form.

What's more, his mastery of the form seemed even more refined than Frieza's.

A cruel smile twisted Cold's lips as his free hand charged with a sphere of deep crimson energy, radiating annihilating heat.

The attacker abandoned the blade and retreated in a flash just before the blast could connect.

Vwoooom!

The dark red energy wave vanished into the horizon.

Moments later, a red flash lit up the edge of the sky, followed by the eruption of a massive mushroom cloud.

Then the entire heavens were bathed in a fiery crimson glow.

"You nearly blew up Earth just now," Frieza muttered, narrowing his eyes as he scanned for the enemy. "If any of the Dragon Balls were destroyed, my wish would be lost."

"Forgive me, Frieza," Cold replied gravely, retracting his golden form. "I was concerned for your safety. That energy... it had to be a Super Saiyan, didn't it?"

"Those wretched Saiyans again..." Frieza's voice darkened, his usual elegance replaced by cold fury.

"But among the Saiyans we know, none of them use swords," Cold mused, turning the captured blade over in his hands. "This sword is unusually sharp."

A sword?

Levos frowned. Future Trunks uses a sword in his timeline, but he shouldn't be this powerful.

The attacker had moved so fast, Levos couldn't even see him clearly. The aura he unleashed, the golden flames around his body, were unmistakably Super Saiyan.

But the figure had been completely covered, leaving no clue to their identity.

Could there be other Saiyans in this timeline?

Before Levos could dwell on it, Cold spoke up again, his tone heavier than before. "Seems this planet is hiding quite a few powerful beings we've never heard of."

"Hm. One year of surveillance wasn't enough. We haven't gathered nearly enough intelligence," Frieza agreed with a confident smile. "All the better. That just makes it more exciting. I can't wait to meet them in person."

"Levos," Cold turned toward him, a dangerous glint in his eye. "You're from Earth. Surely you know some of these warriors?"

Levos sighed inwardly. These two are as cunning as they are dangerous.

His eye twitched, and he forced a smile. "Heh, of course. They're... my fellow Earthlings."

"Oh?" Frieza raised an intrigued brow. "Tell us more."

"We're all androids," Levos replied cautiously. "But we were created by different people."

Cold rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Created... by whom?"

"Dr. Gero built me and Bulma. His original purpose for us was to defeat Son Goku," Levos explained with a sigh. "But those two androids you saw? They were made by his grandson."

"What a talented family," Frieza said with a slow, amused squint.

Levos quickly clarified, "Though they're related, Gero's grandson doesn't approve of his grandfather's methods. His goal is to build superheroes to protect world peace."

"So, Mr. Levos," Frieza said with a chilling smile, "that means you were created as a villain by Dr. Gero himself. Quite fitting company you're in now."

Being seen as a villain by Frieza of all people... Levos couldn't help but feel a little off.

Cold asked flatly, "And where are this Dr. Gero and his grandson now?"

"Dr. Gero died over twenty years ago," Levos replied. "His grandson, however, has been conducting a highly dangerous research project under the Red Ribbon Army."

"Oh? What kind of project?" Frieza asked with growing curiosity.

Cell Max...

A monstrous creature driven purely by instinct. If it ever lost control, Earth would be doomed in an instant.

Compared to Frieza and King Cold, Cell Max had the edge in raw power and was even more unstable.

If the Red Ribbon Army were to unleash him, Earth might not even last until the next martial arts tournament.

If Levos wanted to preserve this planet, he needed to borrow Frieza's army to track the Red Ribbon base down, fast.

After a brief pause, Levos continued, "Gero's grandson is creating an ultimate android called Cell Max. His body combines the genetic traits of the universe's strongest species—Saiyans, Namekians, and... your race."

"Our race?" Cold's eyes narrowed.

"The Red Ribbon Army used nanotech to gather blood samples from both of you," Levos explained. "Your genes were then used in the research."

Cold's expression darkened. "They dared to use our lineage to create a mindless monster? That's the greatest insult imaginable. That organization must be wiped out, along with that grandson!"

Frieza's lips curled in a dangerous smirk. "But Levos... if that creature is truly stronger than my father and me, why would you choose to join my army?"

"Because Cell Max isn't complete yet," Levos said seriously. "To reach his perfect form, he needs to absorb both me and Bulma. Once he awakens, his instinct to evolve will drive him straight toward us."

Levos clenched his fists. "To survive, Bulma and I had no choice but to escape the Red Ribbon Army and go into hiding."

"You're saying that brat could really build something stronger than me?" Frieza's tone still carried doubt.

Though unsure of Levos's full plan, Bulma quickly chimed in. "It's true! That grandson is a scientific genius, far smarter than his grandfather. The Cell Max he's creating is insanely powerful. Neither Levos nor I could even come close to matching it."

"Where is he now? I'll tear him apart with my own hands!" Cold growled, his red eyes glowing with murderous intent.

"He's extremely cautious," Levos said, worry in his voice. "He built the Cell Max facility in a hidden location. Even Bulma and I don't know where it is."

"I'll send my forces to find that brat and rip him out of whatever hole he's hiding in!" Cold snapped, his teeth grinding.

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