American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Two months later, somewhere in the Sagittarius Arm's asteroid belt.

The peaceful space was torn apart by a sudden burst of light. Above the asteroid belt, at an altitude of about ten thousand kilometers, a spaceship with a unique design suddenly appeared.

"Boss, we've arrived at the 1,242nd target. The total mass of this asteroid belt should reach 5.23 billion Earth masses.

Adding what we've collected before, it should be enough to complete the Big Bang of the small universe!"

Inside the control room, a dozen Tomies were busily working. After a short period of research, Qishan finally discovered the true use of these Tomies. Using shadow technology, he could create Tomies with different personalities, tendencies, and skills according to his own ideas.

Although they have different personalities at birth, Tomies will eventually become Tomies as time passes. But before that, they are still very good assistants!

Since discovering this secret, Qishan's castle has been filled with Tomies, including the entire guard, which is also staffed by Tomies.

Their bodies possess immortality and extremely strong resistance. After being modified with artificial human technology, they can perfectly integrate the latest generation of solar energy furnaces.

Even in extreme cases, they can unleash combat power far exceeding Super Saiyan 2. The specific combat power value should reach about 200 to 300 million.

After abolishing the policy of randomly destroying areas, the emotions of Earthlings stabilized for a period of time, and they began to stir, wanting to form a rebel army. Too lazy to pay attention to this kind of self-destructive behavior, it was directly handed over to Dom, who completely solved it in a few hours.

Speaking of which, Qishan's ruling system is very simple. He just deprived everyone of their food.

All basic food items are subject to control, the free economy is subject to extreme suppression, and everyone's rations are rationed, and divided into fifty classes according to the fifty regions divided by the Earth.

Those in the first class can enjoy the richest resources. Not only will they not be weakened at all, but they can even enjoy the luxurious life they could not experience before.

People in the first class don't need to do anything. Their daily job is to enjoy life.

And for every rank down, the treatment will be reduced accordingly, and the work intensity will become higher and higher. Those in the last class, in addition to barely being able to eat enough, have to work day and night.

Assembly lines, factories, and even farms, and other places that require a lot of manpower, will all be arranged for the lower-ranked areas.

These people are like black slaves, except for eating, they just work. They have to work hard as soon as they open their eyes every day, and they don't have any freedom.

But they are not without the opportunity to change their destiny.

And the opportunity to change their destiny is the martial arts tournament once a month.

Each region selects three martial artists with the highest combat power to go to the capital for a ring fighting competition. The competition is no different from the King of Fighters competition, with an unlimited fighting system.

Success or failure is based on points. The more opponents you can win, the higher the region's ranking will rise linearly. Rising means more benefits, more freedom, and less work.

With the yearning for life hanging in front, the people in the lower regions will work harder, hoping to change the fate of the entire region through the fighting competition.

And the regions with higher rankings don't want to give up their luxurious lives. In order to ensure that they stay at the top, they will work harder to cultivate.

Therefore, even though he had only just taken over the Earth for less than two months, the normal state of survival on Earth had been completely reversed.

The peaceful life is gone forever. What everyone is thinking about is how to improve their combat power in exchange for better living conditions.

Even to the point that when their martial power reaches a certain level, they can overthrow Piccolo Daimaō's rule.

Of course, this is just the ultimate goal!

In the global broadcast, after seeing Piccolo Daimaō easily defeat the past champions of the Tenkaichi Budōkai, the civilians of the entire planet knew how powerful Piccolo Daimaō was.

Although such rule did not harm their bodies, it damaged their spirits. The Kami of Kami's Lookout was worried about such a terrifying and oppressive rule.

But Piccolo Daimaō was too strong. The combat power he showed last time was still unbelievable to Kami. Even after receiving Mr. Popo's personal confirmation, Kami was still somewhat mentally恍惚.

But no matter what, a deal is a deal. Piccolo Daimaō has already given up killing people indiscriminately, and has promised the Dragon Ball warriors a chance to challenge him, which is already very good.

If you want to break the situation, there is currently only one way, and that is to improve your combat power as soon as possible. As long as Son Goku can defeat Piccolo Daimaō, all problems will no longer exist!

The affairs on Earth are actually not too concerning. Even the life-and-death competition in the fifty regions is only handed over to Dom to manipulate.

The competition every month is a global event. The live broadcast can cover every corner of the globe. This kind of program related to everyone's quality of life has extremely exaggerated ratings.

Therefore, under the stimulation of such ratings, the commercial and entertainment industries have miraculously survived, and are even stubbornly growing.

The spaceship's hatch slowly opened, and Qishan, dressed in standard Demon Clan attire, slowly floated down, his entire body exposed in space.

As soon as his body came into contact with the vacuum, small and numerous warm currents immediately began to appear on his skin, densely packed, and disappeared into space in the blink of an eye. This is the harmful radiation in the universe.

As for breathing, it was no longer a problem for Qishan.

With a thought, a large amount of oxygen stored in the small universe space would automatically enter his lungs, unaffected by any external influences.

Looking at the broken and chaotic asteroid belt in front of him, Qishan twisted his neck: "The last one, it's about to be completed!"