Gotham City, atop the ruins of Wayne Manor.
Rainwater mixed with blood, gathering into dark red streams on the cracked ground.
"Is this... the gap between us?"
Bruce knelt in the mud, hands propping himself up on the ground, gasping for breath.
His Batsuit was shattered and tattered, revealing the scarred body beneath.
Just a moment ago, that devil in the white suit, using only his presence, had suppressed the entire Justice League so they couldn't even lift their heads.
Clark was stomped, Diana's shield was crushed to dust, and Barry's legs...
Bruce didn't dare look again.
That kind of despair was even more bone-chilling than facing Darkseid's Omega Beams.
"Hey, little bat."
"What do you think about what I just said?"
"Sign the property deed for Earth, and then change that Wayne Enterprises thing into the Frieza Force's Earth branch office."
Frieza blew on his fingers, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly.
"Although I am not short on money, this toy called 'money power'... I want to experience it too."
Frieza glanced at Bruce's stubborn face, a playful smirk on his face. "After all, I see that besides being rich, you don't seem to have any other superpowers."
"Huff... Huff..."
Bruce didn't answer.
At this moment, his eyes became unusually hollow, as if all emotions had been stripped away.
"Since you want it..."
Bruce slowly raised his hand and pressed a deeply hidden red button on his belt.
"Then come and get it!"
Rumble!!!
The ground suddenly shook violently.
Deep beneath Wayne Manor, a roar like that of a waking beast sounded.
Then, the ground split open and a crimson pillar of light shot straight into the sky. Within that pillar of light, a pitch-black suit of armor emitting a heart-palpitating aura slowly rose.
The armor was covered in magma-like light patterns, and the bat wings on its back spread out like a demon's.
Hellbat!
This was an ultimate weapon forged in the core of the sun with the assistance of all members of the Justice League, enough to rival gods.
But the price was... it would consume the user's life force.
"Oh?"
Frieza looked at the armor with interest.
"A bit interesting."
"Is this your trump card?"
"It looks a little sturdier than that blue tin can."
Click! Click!
The Hellbat instantly disassembled and then attached itself to Bruce's body. Black-red light erupted, and Bruce's aura surged frantically at this moment.
"For Earth!"
Bruce let out a roar.
It was no longer a human voice, but a roar like a wild beast's.
Boom!
The ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed, and he turned into a red and black lightning bolt, charging straight into the sky. The energy condensed in his fist was enough to shatter an asteroid.
However, facing this life-burning strike, Frieza didn't even lift an eyelid. He just casually extended a finger, like he wanted to squish a flying mosquito.
"Too slow."
Ding!
An extremely crisp sound exploded in mid-air.
Time seemed to stand still.
Bruce's fist, which was enough to shake gods, stopped right in front of Frieza's fingertip. It couldn't advance even a fraction further.
A thin, purple aura shield, cut off all hope.
"What?!"
Inside the armor, Bruce's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Is this the so-called ultimate weapon?" Frieza shook his head, his face filled with disappointment.
"Using life force as fuel?"
"What an inefficient, primitive, and stupid design."
Crack!!!
Frieza flicked his finger.
No fancy techniques, just pure power.
That supposedly indestructible Hellbat was instantly covered in cracks under that flick.
Then...
Crash!
Like shattered glass, the armor instantly disintegrated, turning into fragments that filled the sky.
"Pwah—"
Bruce spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body flying backward, ten times faster than he had come.
Boom!
He crashed heavily onto the ground, smashing out a deep pit.
This time, he could no longer stand up.
"Too weak."
Frieza sighed, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his finger.
"I was actually expecting a little surprise. But this is it?"
[Ding! Detected that the core leader of the Justice League has completely lost the will to fight!]
[Fear Points +500 billion!]
[Ding! Detected that the Earth-Prime defense line has completely collapsed!]
[Fear Points +800 billion!]
Frieza glanced at the system panel. Although the increase was good, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to the astronomical figure for the next form.
"It seems this planet has no more profit to squeeze out."
"Time to head back, I guess."
— — —
Omniverse, Frieza Empire Palace.
This place is located in the crack between reality and illusion, a supreme throne built from the remains of countless parallel Universes.
At this moment, Frieza was slumped beside a coffee table polished from the skull of The Living Tribunal. He held a holographic tablet in his hand, swiping through it with utter boredom.
"Boring."
"It's just too boring."
Frieza yawned and casually tossed the tablet aside.
The screen displayed the latest "Omniverse Financial Report." The numbers on it were so long that he couldn't even be bothered to count how many zeros were at the end.
In this Marvel Omniverse that he had completely conquered, let alone an opponent, he couldn't even find a creature that dared to breathe loudly.
"Thanos."
Frieza called out to the empty hall.
"Your subordinate is here!"
As ripples appeared in space, Thanos instantly appeared before Frieza. He knelt on one knee, his movements so standard it was almost painful to watch.
"What are your orders, Lord Frieza?"
"That..."
Frieza pointed to the brilliant galaxy outside the window.
"Has anyone been blind enough to rebel lately?"
"Or perhaps some being is feeling suicidal and wants to challenge my majesty?"
Thanos looked up, a look of extreme pride on his purple face, yet it was a smile that made Frieza feel despair.
"Reporting to Lord Frieza!"
"Under your divine might, the entire Omniverse is peaceful and prosperous!"
"No one dares to rebel!"
"Everyone is scrambling to pay their property management fees to you!"
"..."
Frieza fell silent and clutched his forehead in pain.
This life is unbearable.
How lonely it is to be invincible.
He couldn't even find a punching bag that could make him move a finger.
For someone like him who took pleasure in collecting fear points, this was simply torture.
'System.'
Frieza called out to that scammy system in his mind.
'Don't play dead. Although I'm already in my Diamond Form, I'm still far from that
Infinite Miracle Form, right? The Marvel world has already been sucked dry. If this continues, I'm going to get rusty.'
'Are there any new maps? Preferably the kind...'
Frieza narrowed his eyes, a nostalgic smile appearing at the corners of his lips.
'...where the people are simple and hospitable, and ideally, where they can put up a fight.'
[Ding! Detected the host's extremely strong desire for expansion.]
The system's voice was still cold, but to Frieza's ears, it sounded like heavenly music.
[Cross-plane search function activated...]
[Searching for high-value planes...]
[Search complete!]
[Target World 1: DC]
[Target World 2: Dragon Ball Super]
[Target World...]
"Oh?"
Frieza's eyes instantly lit up.
In those diamond-like pupils, a glint of interest was reflected.
"It seems I'm not going to get bored anytime soon."