"...an annihilating lawsuit..." Freza’s calm voice was nearly drowned out by the roar of energy from the spatial rift that continued to widen in the Jakarta sky. Qoriski stared at the deep purple vortex with a pale face, his golden hammer trembling in his hand, emitting faint sparks of Mana. However, before the "big boss" could actually emerge, a new anomaly occurred. From within the vortex, instead of a warship or a terrifying giant monster entity, a dull silver spacecraft slowly floated out vastly different from any monster warship they had ever seen. Its design was sleek, elegant, and radiated an odd aura of luxury amidst the chaos.The ship landed smoothly and almost silently on the Monas grounds, which had now been cleared of the debris from the previous battle. A holographic ramp appeared, made of bluish light, and from it descended three graceful entities wearing futuristic business suits that fit their bodies perfectly. Their faces were expressionless, as if carved from dimens

...erase you, you damned Auditor, from existence!"The Admin CEO's fist was indeed aimed at Freza, but right in its trajectory, one of the blood-red nebula-shaped Calamity Gods shot forward, intercepting the Admin's fist and changing its target. The cosmic entity lunged towards Qoriski, swinging a gigantic energy sword made of shattered stars. The sword sliced through the air with a deafening whir, ready to swallow Qoriski in a single slash.Qoriski, with the quickness and trained customer service reflexes of dealing with an enraged client, raised his golden hammer high, ready to receive the attack. His golden aura shone brightly, challenging the incoming energy sword. "Hey! Wanna play physical, huh?! Come on! I'm itching to report you to the Galactic Department of Labor for daring to attack an employee who's on the job!"CLANG!The collision of Qoriski's golden hammer with the Calamity God's energy sword created a momentarily blinding explosion of light.

"...in the body of your corrupt System!"Qoriski, wearing his shiny gold shirt suit, stepped forward to the witness stand made of pure energy. His golden gavel rested neatly beside him. He looked nervous, his hands trembling slightly, but his gaze was firm, showing an unexpected courage for a formerly timid Customer Support officer. Before him, The Admin CEO still struggled in his legal shackles, his eyes burning with hatred."My name is QO-R15-KI," Qoriski began, his voice a bit raspy, but he tried hard to sound professional. "Former Customer Support officer for the Interdimensional Game System. I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, before Your Honors the Judges and the entire universe."Freza, at the podium, glanced at Qoriski with a faint smile on his lips, signaling his support. Qoriski took a deep breath, remembering everything he had been through and all the data Freza had planted in his brain."Very well, Witness Qo

"Alright, Archon Xylo. Let's go over it again."Freza pressed a holographic button on his wrist. Intergalactic projection data filled the commander's room of The Supreme Liquidator, glowing silver amidst the darkness of space. Xylo's face, wrinkled and full of cunning, appeared before them, as large as the planet they were currently draining."The planetary system Novus Prime, with an Antimatter energy wealth of 7,000 Exa-Terawatts per Galactic cycle. Total overdue premiums for Anti-Dungeon Type Omega Insurance: 128 cycles. Late penalty: 0.0001% per second... mathematically, and based on the Cosmic Conservation Law, Article 37, Paragraph B, you now owe 99.99% of Novus Prime's total assets to the Multiverse Guarantor Association."Freza's voice was flat, yet his eyes pierced sharply, seeing through the illusion of luxury emanating from Xylo's projection. He was undaunted."T&Cs Apply, Mr. Xylo. You know that."Archon Xylo laughed, his hoarse voice echoing, sounding like the grinding of

"... return everything you have taken."Freza’s voice echoed, piercing the silent cockpit, leaving a trail of burning determination. That clump of purple mist, the manifestation of the Fundamental Executor, rippled as if listening, yet remained motionless."Freza," the ship’s AI broke the silence, its voice now back to normal but heavy with concern, "the Void Dive command is an Apocalypse-level emergency protocol. The probability of success is zero point zero-something percent. This ship was designed for audits, not exploration beyond the concept of existence."Freza did not turn around. Her eyes remained fixed on the Omega Void coordinates glowing on the screen. Her fingers gripped the command chair’s handles, her knuckles turning white. Qoriski’s existence had been taken. The Mjolnir Liquidator hammer, the symbol of their power and justice, had vanished along with him. A gaping hole opened in her chest, cold and empty, just like the place where they were headed."AI, if the Fundamen