'System!'
'Burn all the fear points!'
'I want to break through this damn setting!'
[Ding! Host's request has been accepted!]
[Using Fear Points...]
[Attempting to break through the Fourth Wall...]
Buzz!!!
The diamond luster on Frieza's body became even more dazzling, and even a few cracks began to appear.
That was a sign that the power was too immense, and even this ultimate body was about to be unable to withstand it.
"Break... for me!!!"
Frieza's other hand swung out violently.
This time, he used the dual power of the Reality Stone and the heart of the universe, attempting to rewrite the "settings" here.
However, the old man just sighed softly. He picked up that paintbrush and casually made a stroke in the air.
Swish!
A white eraser mark appeared out of thin air, erasing the punch Frieza had thrown. Along with that terrifying energy fluctuation, it was all wiped clean.
"I've said it, it's useless." The old man shook his head.
"Frieza, you are indeed an interesting character. You brought a bit of freshness to this lifeless Universe."
"But..."
"Too much is as bad as too little."
"You've played too big."
The old man stood up, and the paintbrush in his hand suddenly turned into a giant eraser.
"Since you won't listen to advice, I can only 'erase' you."
"Just like erasing a line that was drawn wrong."
Watching that giant eraser fall toward him, in Frieza's heart, for the first time, a feeling named "absurdity" arose.
Erase?
He, the grand Emperor of the Multiverse, was actually going to be erased by an eraser? What kind of plot is this?
"Are you kidding me!!!" Frieza roared.
He was unwilling!
He had worked so hard to get to this point!
How could it end here?!
'System! Save me!'
[Ding! Detected host facing an existential erasure crisis!]
[Emergency plan activated!]
[Forcing connection through system underlying logic to the 'reader's' will outside the Multiverse!]
BOOM!!!
Just as the eraser was about to touch the top of Frieza's head, a power never seen before, not belonging to this Marvel World, suddenly erupted from within Frieza.
That was—
The power of observation from the real world (outside the Fourth Wall)!
That is... the power of the readers!
"Hmm?"
The old man's hand holding the eraser suddenly stopped. In those omniscient eyes, a hint of surprise appeared for the first time.
"This is..."
"Power from 'outside'?"
The old man looked up, as if looking at an existence in the void (which is you, currently reading the book).
"Interesting."
"So you're not just an ordinary transmigrator."
"You actually carry the 'audience's' will?"
The old man put down the eraser in his hand.
The expression on his face became somewhat complex.
"Since it's what the audience wants to see, it seems like I, the author, can't be too willful. After all, a story without an audience is meaningless."
The old man sat back down in his chair, and the eraser turned back into a paintbrush.
"Alright, Frieza."
"You win."
"Not because you are stronger than me but because..."
The old man pointed behind Frieza.
"Someone wants you to continue performing."
"Huff... Huff..."
Frieza gasped for breath, the cold sweat on his body instantly evaporating.
Although he didn't know what had just happened, he knew he had gambled correctly.
The system indeed still had a trump card!
"Humph..."
Frieza straightened his messy suit, restoring that arrogant posture once again.
"Consider yourself sensible, old man. Since you don't plan to act anymore, can we talk about..."
Frieza pointed to the white space around them.
"The issue of transferring the property rights here?"
The old man smiled helplessly. "You can't take this place."
"However..."
The old man casually drew a circle on the drawing board.
"I can formally transfer the management rights of this Omniverse to you."
"From today on, you are the true master here."
"As for me..."
The old man stood up and patted the dust off his clothes.
"It's time for me to retire. Go find a place to do some fishing. I'll leave this mess to you."
After saying that, the old man's figure began to become illusory.
"Don't break this place, young man. It took me a long time to draw this."
Buzz!
A flash of light and OAA vanished.
Only Frieza was left, standing at the supreme point of this Omniverse.
"Gone?"
Frieza looked at the empty white space, stunned for a moment.
Immediately following—
Wild joy!
Uncontrollable wild joy surged into his heart!
"Oh-ho-ho-ho..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
"I won!"
"Even that old fogey author was pushed out by me!"
"Now..."
Frieza spread his arms, his diamond-like body emitting a divine radiance that shone through the ages.
"This Omniverse is mine!!!"
Earth, Frieza Tower.
Thanos, Apocalypse, Erik, and the others were anxiously waiting for news from Frieza.
Suddenly, a sacred and majestic voice resounded in their minds.
"Boys!"
"Prepare the champagne and fireworks!"
"I have cleared the game!"
BOOM!!!
At this moment, the entire Multiverse fired salutes in unison for the birth of the new emperor.
All Planets, all civilizations, all living beings.
At this moment, they all felt that will named "Frieza" descending upon their heads.
That was absolute rule.
That was the eternal emperor!
"Long live Lord Frieza!!!"
Led by Thanos, all the villains, all the slaves, all the survivors, shouted in unison, the sound waves shattering the clouds.
A new era, Frieza's era, had arrived.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho..."
Frieza sat on that supreme throne, looking at the myriad realms surrendering at his feet. The smile at the corner of his lips was more brilliant than ever.
"This is true life."