American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In a deep valley about three hundred kilometers from East City, the dog-like King was nervously awaiting further news in his small, convenient villa.

As a king, his security was commendable; he had been rescued by several loyal guards before King Piccolo conquered the capital.

This world's technology was extremely advanced, with space capsules capable of holding almost anything. Space capsule villas like this were a specialty of the Space Capsule Group, so there was no shortage of supplies.

He was simply worried about whether his country could be reclaimed and whether King Piccolo had been defeated.

"Your Majesty, the broadcast has started again!"

A strange bird bodyguard in a black suit and sunglasses suddenly changed his expression, pressed his hand to his earpiece, and said to the King, "Please be careful and steady your mind; I'm afraid it's bad news!"

The dog-like King paused, calmed himself slightly, and used the remote to turn on the television.

The screen flickered to life, showing the King Piccolo who haunted his dreams. His aura seemed to have changed to some extent. He was no longer as violent and evil as before. Although his attire hadn't changed, he had become more composed, and his eyes were slightly softer.

But no matter how he changed, in the eyes of the Earthlings, he was still a monster.

On the television, King Piccolo spoke indifferently.

"Hello, citizens of the nation. I believe most of you will be disappointed to see me again. Of course, some of you may not know what has happened, so let me tell you!"

The scene changed, showing Goku, Tien Shinhan, Krillin, and Chiaotzu fighting King Piccolo.

A voice-over continued: "Just a few hours ago, a group of martial artists with exaggerated combat power, practically the most elite on this planet, challenged me.

They believed my rule was evil and wanted to overthrow me before I could dominate the world!

I once had high hopes for them. They performed quite well, even killing two of my subordinates. But when facing me personally, they were still too weak!

Even the warrior Goku, who persisted to the end, was still my defeated opponent! However, I admired their combat power and their fighting spirit, the determination to defeat the enemy at all costs!

In light of this, I have changed my mind and will not kill them.

So now I will change the rules. The previous rule of randomly destroying fifty districts worldwide is abolished.

From now on, I will establish the King Piccolo Guard. Anyone in the world confident in their combat power and evil intentions is welcome to apply!

I will offer generous rewards!

In addition, to ensure the spread of evil and fear, I will release all the evil-doers imprisoned in the prisons and select some capable individuals, granting them legal certificates of plunder.

Martial artists still hiding among the people! Or young people who once vowed to overthrow my rule, work hard! I look forward to your next challenge!

But before that, how long can you survive in this land filled with evil and fear?"

With a low, evil laugh, King Piccolo's figure gradually turned black, the background changing from white to purple, and finally to blood red.

The change and impact of the colors brought a synergistic effect to King Piccolo's speech, reportedly causing many citizens watching the television announcement to faint from fright!

Meanwhile, at the national television station, Qishan, who had just completed the global broadcast, walked off the stage with a twitching mouth.

Dom was beside himself with excitement, waving his short wings and squealing, "Your Majesty King Piccolo, your speech was so impactful, a true representation of fear and evil. No, far from it, you are the embodiment of malice, and terror and evil are merely your servants!"

This guy was so excited he was about to faint!

Qishan's eyes twitched. "Who wrote this speech?"

"It was I, your subordinate, who personally penned it. Only a fellow Demon Clan member can fully understand King Piccolo's aspirations.

The facts prove that my judgment is correct. When this speech comes from King Piccolo's mouth, it's simply the Great Demon of Destruction! So fascinating!"

What the hell are your values?

Qishan couldn't help but complain inwardly, regretting letting this guy run wild.

His values were inherently skewed from the root, so there was no point in saying anything. It's better to save some energy!

"Forget it! The two warriors I sent out earlier have been killed. Do we still have enough strength now?"

Dom said with a smile, "Your Majesty King Piccolo, please rest assured. There may have been some unrest before, but after your triumphant return, the whole country quickly quieted down. They are still in fear, at a loss.

I have already selected some usable people from the criminals released from prison and temporarily formed the guard.

As long as those troublesome martial artists don't act, we have enough manpower, and as time goes on, the screening of a large number of prisoners will continue.

The number of people we can use will become more and more. What are your orders, Your Majesty King Piccolo?"

"Then call some people to tidy up the King's palace, change it to a Demon Clan-style decor, and let it be my temporary bedroom!

By the way, gather the scientists in East City and set up an ecological evolution laboratory as soon as possible. I have a project that I need them to deduce!"

Hearing this request, Dom paused, then bowed in agreement.

He didn't find it strange. King Piccolo was already the ruler of this planet, and he was free to do whatever he wanted. This was precisely the belief of the Demon Clan: freedom, unrestrained, doing whatever you want!