Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 825 Let me introduce myself, I am King Frieza.

The cold, metallic corridor echoed with mournful, inhuman wails.

A viscous, pungent, purple liquid was splashed onto the smooth alloy wall and slowly flowed down.

Frieza hovered in the middle of the corridor, her petite body encased in a white, armor-like battle suit, creating an absurd contrast with the hellish surroundings.

It gracefully curled one slender finger, the fingertip gathering a point of purple light that was as dazzling as a star, yet so cold it could freeze the soul.

"Spare my life."

An alien creature with three eyes and skin cracked like a dried-up riverbed writhed on the ground with its remaining half of body, emitting a hissing sound like a broken bellows from its throat.

Frieza's small mouth curved upwards in an arc that had absolutely nothing to do with kindness.

That smile was like the pure pleasure a top predator would show when it sees its prey struggling in vain.

"Introduce yourself."

Its voice was not loud, but had a strange magnetism, clearly overpowering all the screams and explosions, drilling deep into the eardrums of every survivor, arousing an instinctive shudder.

“I am Frieza, the sole ruler of the universe. My hobby is to appreciate the final posture of life in despair, and,” a faint light shone from his fingertips, “to personally bestow upon them this despairing end.”

boo.

There was a soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

The purple light instantly expanded and shot out, precisely enveloping the writhing half-body on the ground.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only silent annihilation.

Flesh and blood, bones, and even wailing souls were reduced to the most basic particles in that pure energy, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The corridor fell into a deathly silence.

The few surviving alien creatures collapsed to the ground, their breaths catching in their throats, immense fear gripping their throats, leaving only their pupils trembling wildly.

Frieza withdrew his finger with satisfaction, as if he had merely flicked away a tiny speck of dust.

Just then, the heavy alloy gate at the end of the corridor opened slowly with a dull creak.

A figure staggered in.

It's Vegeta.

But his appearance at this moment was enough to make anyone who knew this Saiyan prince drop their jaws in astonishment.

That iconic blue combat suit was now just a tattered rag hanging on his body, soaked in dark red scabs, charred burn marks, and some kind of viscous green liquid, rolled up in a sorry state, revealing horrific wounds underneath, with skin torn open and flesh exposed to the bone.

His right arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his face was bruised and swollen. A ripped wound tore from his forehead to his jaw, almost ruining half of his handsome and proud face.

Every breath was accompanied by a painful gasp; it was as miserable as could be.

However, what was most shocking was what was behind him.

There should have been a tail there, symbolizing Saiyan identity, wrapped around the waist.

Now, all that remains is a gruesome, bloody, mangled cut the size of a bowl!

The broken edge looked as if it had been torn off by some unimaginable brute force, filled with primal violence and humiliation.

Frieza's narrow, reptilian eyes slowly and with great interest swept over Vegeta's wounds, finally landing steadily on the still-bleeding stump of his severed tail, like the most precise probe.

The cold, undisguised mockery in his gaze seemed to transform into tangible icicles, piercing Vegeta's wounds.

Vegeta's body tensed instantly, not from the pain of his wounds, but from the bone-deep humiliation brought by that gaze. He forced himself to stand up straight, raising his equally scarred head to meet Frieza's gaze, but deep in his eyes, the arrogance that belonged to a king had long been replaced by a profound, tangible humiliation and fear.

Frieza's red lips parted slightly, uttering a short, metallic syllable:
"Ah."

That soft laugh, more penetrating than any roar, echoed clearly in the deathly silent corridor.

"Look who this is?"

Frieza's voice was still magnetic, but now tinged with a cold, playful tone, "Our esteemed Saiyan prince? Vegeta?"

It hovered at the same height as Vegeta, its small body radiating an absolute pressure that seemed to look down upon ants. "What's with this...unique design? Could it be..."

Its gaze swept over the severed tail wound again, the malice in its tone almost overflowing, "Our prince has finally found a stylist with enough 'taste'?"

Vegeta's cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably, and a sharp phantom pain shot through the severed tail.

He could clearly feel the gazes cast by the dying alien creatures around him, a mixture of fear and a hint of schadenfreude.

Every pore screamed for escape, but the last vestige of royal pride, like a rusty nail, pinned him firmly to the spot.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the metallic taste of blood churning in his throat; his voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper being rubbed together.

The name "Frieza" slipped from his lips with unprecedented difficulty and an almost masochistic sense of shame.

“I went to Earth.” Vegeta’s voice deepened, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth. “Raditz died there, and Nappa and I went to investigate.”

"Oh?"

Frieza tilted his head slightly, his interest seemingly piqued somewhat. "Earth? You said there's a place with a Saiyan orphan? Which Saiyan?"

"It's not Kakarot!" Vegeta interrupted abruptly, his voice rising with agitation and pain, before he coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of foul blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He gasped for breath, his eyes still filled with indelible horror. "It's another Saiyan! A monster! Our detector exploded right in front of him!"

"The detector exploded?" Frieza's delicate eyebrows twitched slightly for the first time, showing genuine interest.

It certainly knew what that meant—combat power far exceeding the probe's theoretical limits, at least 25,000 points or more! On a planet deemed low-level?

“Yes! An explosion!” Vegeta’s voice trembled with the shock of someone who had just escaped death. “His power… was unfathomable! Nappa… was crushed like an insect by him! I…”

His voice choked, and his gaze involuntarily swept to the empty space behind him. Shame overwhelmed him once more. "I used all my strength to transform into a giant ape, but I was utterly powerless against his power!"

He practically roared out the last four words, filled with endless humiliation and resentment.

Frieza was silent.

Its exquisite, inhuman face showed no obvious emotional fluctuations.

Slowly, extremely slowly, she raised her eyelids.

"Are there still so many places in the universe that I haven't conquered?"

"very good."

Frieza paused for a moment, then slightly raised her delicate chin and clearly uttered two words:

"Set off."

Frieza turned to float away, and Vegeta, seeing this, smiled with a hint of smug satisfaction.

'When you're both severely injured, I'll kill you all!'

(End of this chapter)