That World-Ending Greatsword, which gathered the source of the Nine Realms and even drained the divine power of Hela, the Goddess of Death.
That black greatsword capable of cleaving a galaxy.
Right now, it was quietly suspended in mid-air. And beneath its blade, sharp enough to cut through dimensions, was a single finger pressing against it.
A slender, pale index finger, with only the tip radiating a faint purple glow.
Completely motionless.
"Is this your full power, Odin?"
Frieza slightly raised his head. His face—now rounder, more refined, and even somewhat cute, bore an unnervingly innocent smile.
"If that's the case, I'll confiscate this sword, okay?"
"No!!!"
A heartbreaking roar from Odin came from inside Destroyer.
He couldn't believe it!
He was the All-Father! He had sacrificed everything! How could he fail to even cut off a single finger?!
"Die... for me!!!"
Odin frantically channeled the last of his divine power, causing the greatsword to tremble violently, emitting a mournful cry of distress.
However—
"Too noisy."
Frieza's eyes instantly turned cold.
Clang!
He lightly flicked the finger that was pressing against the blade, just like flicking away a piece of dust that had landed on his shoulder.
SNAP——
A crisp sound of snapping rang out.
That divine greatsword, painstakingly forged by Eitri, the Dwarf King, and fused with the Iron of Doom, under Frieza's single flick, actually snapped right in the middle, breaking into two pieces.
The broken blade spun away, slicing through the sky of Asgard. It finally plunged deep into a floating mountain, triggering a massive earthquake.
"Puwah—"
As the divine weapon was destroyed, the backlash instantly erupted.
Odin, inside Destroyer, spat out mouthfuls of blood.
That set of indestructible Uru armor now had dense, hairline cracks appearing all over it.
"Now, it's my turn."
Frieza's figure instantly vanished. The next moment, he appeared right in front of Destroyer. His white, powerful tail lashed out like an iron whip, fiercely striking Destroyer's waist.
Crack!!!
Destroyer's massive body was instantly folded in half by the blow.
"It's not over yet."
Frieza grabbed Destroyer's head. That seemingly small palm contained the power to crush a star.
"Get... out!"
Snap! Sizzle!
The sound of tearing metal rang out.
Frieza actually ripped off the faceplate of Destroyer, revealing the ancient Odin inside, his face covered in blood.
"Is this the God King? How pathetic."
Frieza sneered, and his fists rained down like a storm.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
Every punch made the void tremble.
Every punch was accompanied by the sound of shattering bones.
Odin was like a broken ragdoll, being violently rubbed into the ground by Frieza.
"This punch is because your damned son was disrespectful to me."
"This punch is because your damned shield wasted my time."
"And this punch is because you are too ugly and ruin the scenery."
In just a few seconds, the All-Father, who once awed the Nine Realms, had been beaten beyond recognition, unrecognizable even to his mother.
His single eye was swollen shut, and his golden beard was matted with blood. He was barely breathing, only taking air in, not letting it out.
"Hoo..."
Frieza stopped, shaking the divine blood off his hands. He stepped on Odin's chest, looking down condescendingly at the thoroughly crippled old man.
The surroundings were deathly silent.
Hela slumped on the ground, her eyes vacant.
Thanos lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the white figure.
All the Asgardian survivors were kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Their faith, their King, their Guardian God, had collapsed.
"Listen, you ants of the Nine Realms."
Frieza's voice spread to every corner of Asgard, and even traveled along the veins of the World Tree to every kingdom in the Nine Realms.
"Starting today, Asgard ceases to exist. This place is Planet Frieza 003."
"And the Nine Realms..."
Frieza spread his arms, his crimson eyes shimmering with the radiance of a ruler.
"...will become the private garden of my Frieza Force."
"All Gods, all demons, all living beings, will be my slaves."
"Those who submit shall prosper, those who resist shall perish."
As this declaration fell, an unprecedented terror, like a tsunami, swept across the entire Nine Realms.
It wasn't just Asgard.
The Gods of Vanaheim, the Frost Giants of Jotunheim, and even the Fire Demons of Muspelheim... every living being felt that soul-deep shudder at this moment.
[Ding! Detected extreme fear across the entire Nine Realms!]
[Fear Points +100 billion!]
[Ding! Detected collapse of faith among the Asgardians!]
[Fear Points +200 billion!]
...
The numbers on the system panel began to jump at a frantic pace. The progress bar, which was previously still some distance from 10 trillion, soared like it was riding a rocket.
9 trillion... 9.5 trillion... 9.9 trillion...
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! Cumulative Fear points have surpassed 10 trillion!]
[Achievement unlocked: Lord of the Nine Realms! Cosmic Nightmare!]
[Unlock condition met! Frieza Template: Golden Form — Unlocked!]
[Next form: Black Frieza]
[Unlock Condition: 730 billion / 100 trillion]
Boom!!!
An indescribable golden light suddenly erupted from Frieza's body. This light was so intense that it even eclipsed the star of Asgard.
The entire Universe seemed to lose its color at this moment, leaving only that dazzling, noble color, representing absolute power—
Golden!
"Oh ho ho ho..."
Frieza's body slowly ascended.
His pure white skin began to undergo a qualitative change.
Gold!
A pure, flowing color, like liquid gold, quickly covered his entire body. Only his palms, soles, and the area around his face retained that noble purple.
His aura, in this instant, underwent a dimensional leap.
If his previous Fourth Form was a star, then the current him was a black hole—a black hole capable of swallowing galaxies.
Golden Frieza!
Battle power — 1 Quintillion!
"Wha... what is this..."
Thanos looked up. Even through his tactical goggles, the golden light stung his eyes. He felt his soul trembling before this aura.
"Marvelous..."
Frieza looked at his now shimmering golden hands and took a deep, intoxicated breath.
"This color, so full of monetary potential, is the most suitable for me."
He lightly clenched his fist.
Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
The surrounding space instantly filled with cracks, as if the Universe would shatter like a mirror if he exerted slightly more force.
"Odin."
Frieza looked down at the old man who had passed out.
"You should be honored."
"You are the first ant in this Universe to witness this form of mine."
"As a reward, I won't kill you. I will hang you at the top of the World Tree, letting you watch with your own eyes how I turn this Universe into my private property."
...
At the same time.
Deep in the distant Universe.
An unimaginably huge figure was seated on a spaceship as massive as a planet.
He wore a purple helmet, and his eyes were like two burning stars. In his hand, a newly lifeless planet was having its essence extracted by some invisible energy.
Galactus.
Suddenly, Galactus stopped eating. He slowly turned his head, his eyes, capable of seeing through dimensions, traversing countless light-years.
He looked toward Asgard. In that distant star field, a pinpoint of golden light was exceptionally dazzling, even against the background of the star-filled Universe. That was an energy fluctuation that caused even him a slight palpitation.
"Hmm?"
Galactus's ancient and aged voice echoed in the void.
"Such pure energy..."
"That's not the Infinity Stones nor the Celestials."
"What is that?"
Galactus discarded the husk of the drained waste planet. He stood up, his massive body eclipsing the starlight.
A light called "appetite" flickered in his eyes.
"It seems my next big meal has been found."