The Jakarta sky, usually a pollution-gray, suddenly turned blood red. Giant cracks appeared in the atmosphere, tearing through the clouds like silk fabric being forcibly pulled apart. In the middle of a total traffic jam in the Sudirman area, thousands of neon blue hologram screens appeared simultaneously before every human being. A cold, emotionless mechanical voice boomed across the world."Crazy! What is this? Whose computer screen broke into the sky?""Don't joke around, idiot! It says 'Invasion Warning.' Look, people are screaming!""Hey, I swear, is this really like those manhwa comics? There's a status window! I got the Warrior class, damn!"Freza remained sitting calmly inside his traffic-trapped taxi. His eyes didn't stray from his phone screen, though his hand occasionally swiped the blue hologram screen floating in front of his nose. He ignored the hysterical screams of the taxi driver beside him, who had begun to tremble."Sir! Mr. Freza! There's a green monster coming out

The white light dimmed, leaving silver specks floating in the air like the combustion residue of data. The asphalt beneath Freza's feet no longer felt hot instead, it had transformed into a cold, polished black marble floor. The black dragon that had been ready to devour him was now frozen, its wings spread stiffly in the air like a giant statue that had lost its gravity."Cough! Crazy... did you really hit it with your inner power, Qor?" Freza coughed, clutching his chest which felt tight. In front of him, a transparent golden hologram screen flickered slowly, displaying a sharply skyrocketing graph."Well, you asked for it, Mas Freza! I panicked, damn it! I thought you were going to die a martyr over administrative matters!" Qoriski ran closer, his breath coming in gasps. His face, which had been deathly pale, was now flushing red from the adrenaline. "But what was that just now, Mas? Why did the world suddenly turn into a meeting room?""Welcome to Acquisition Mode, Qor. It's an em

"Hey, Freza! Don't just stand there dazed! That girl is about to cut us in half, damn it!" Qoriski shouted, swinging his gavel with trembling hands."Shut up for a second, Qor! I'm looking for a loophole in the liability sub-chapter! Damn it, why is the page freezing?!" Freza replied in a panic, his fingers dancing wildly over a hologram screen flashing red.The woman in futuristic armor snorted dismissively, the tip of her electric sword hissing as it touched the concrete of the building's rooftop. "Lawyer up, kid. At level two hundred and fifty, your arguments will just be digital trash that I'll delete in a single slash.""Heh, Miss Galactic Security Guard! You think a high level automatically makes you right in the eyes of the law?" Freza stood tall, trying to mask his fear with the most arrogant tone he could muster. "You just landed in a zone that was recently validated as a 'Special Economic Zone.' Do you have a Takis Assignment Permit (SIPT) to carry bladed weapons here?""I d

Freza felt as if all his joints were being pulled by thousands of giant vacuums. His vision blurred, leaving behind shards of burnt binary code and a suffocating smell of scorched metal. As he tried to draw a breath, the oxygen felt thin, dry, and tasteless."Sir... Mr. Freza! Wake up, sir! Don't die yet, you haven't paid off my back wages!"Freza choked, spitting up a thick blue liquid from his throat. He slowly opened his eyes. The Jakarta sky was gone. The Andromeda mothership had vanished. All that remained was an endless white expanse, like a giant, empty photo studio."Qoriski? Are... are you okay?" Freza muttered, clutching his throbbing head."Okay my foot! Look at this, my favorite hammer turned into sawdust!" Qoriski held up the handle of his hammer, which now only had shards of rotted wood left. "Where are we, sir? Why does it feel like we're inside a fridge with the light out?"Freza tried to stand, but his legs felt weak. He looked around. In the distance, he saw piles of

Freza landed shoulder-first on a surface that felt like cold glass. A loud thud was followed by a long groan from Qoriski, who landed right on top of a pile of files that had been sucked in with him. The room had no walls, only an eternal darkness filled with thousands of floating holographic screens, displaying wildly fluctuating galactic stock charts."Ow, my back... Master Freza, I swear, if we survive this, I’m claiming triple workplace accident insurance! This has officially entered the category of employee torture!" Qoriski moaned while trying to sit up, clutching his aching lower back."You’re lucky it’s just a backache, Qor. Look at Pak RT he’s passed out while hugging a broken piece of his broom," Freza replied as he slowly stood up. He straightened his crooked tie and brushed digital dust off his shirt sleeves."Good heavens... where are we now? Why is it so quiet, like a modern mass grave?" Pak RT suddenly regained consciousness, his eyes blinking as he stared at the holog