In the distant depths of space.
The Shi'ar Empire.
This former hegemon of the Galaxy had now fallen into becoming a vassal of the Frieza Empire.
Inside the imperial palace.
Lilandra, the once-arrogant Majestrix, was currently looking at the announcement in her hand with a face full of worry.
"A beauty pageant..."
"That demon is actually holding a pageant?"
"Your Majesty!"
Gladiator, who had become a cripple, spoke beside her through gritted teeth, "This is a disgrace. A disgrace to the Shi'ar Empire."
"How can we send the Empire's princesses to that demon as playthings?"
"Then what can you do?" Lilandra smiled bitterly.
"Resist? Have you forgotten the previous lesson?"
"That purple-skinned monster called Thanos used only one ship to flatten our Imperial Guard."
"If we don't comply..."
Lilandra glanced out the window.
There, several white warships were quietly hovering above the palace. It was surveillance, and also a threat.
"The entire Shi'ar Empire will become history."
"Make the selection."
Lilandra closed her eyes.
"Send the most beautiful princesses from the royal family over."
"Tell them... they must do everything possible to please that demon."
"This is for the survival of the Empire."
...
Similar scenes were happening in every corner of the Omniverse.
The Skrulls' royal family members, the Kree's Supreme Accuser (a new one), and even the daughters of those Dimensional Rulers... were all, at this moment, packaged and sent onto spaceships heading for Earth.
An Omniverse-level beauty pageant feast was about to begin.
At this time, as the protagonist of this feast, Frieza was sitting in his office, looking at the thick list of finalists in his hand.
"Tsk tsk..."
Frieza commented while flipping through it.
"This Skrull princess, though she can shapeshift, this original green skin is a bit of a turn-off."
"Pass."
"This Majestrix's sister from Shiar... hmm, these feathers are quite unique. It wouldn't be bad to keep her as an ornamental bird."
"Pending."
"Oh?"
Frieza's finger stopped on a photo.
It was a woman with silver hair, a hot body, and a cold, elegant temperament.
From Earth, Gwen Stacy (Spider-Gwen).
"This one is good." Frieza's eyes lit up.
"Another Spider-Man?"
"Having killed that little spider, it seems quite interesting to take in a female spider to play with."
"Focus on this one."
Frieza drew a circle on the photo.
Just then—
"Lord Frieza."
Natasha walked in, carrying a plate of sliced fruit.
"That... Hela requests an audience."
"Hela?" Frieza raised an eyebrow.
The Goddess of Death who, after being beaten into submission by him, had been serving as the general manager of Planet Frieza 003?
"What is she here for?"
"She says... she also wants to sign up for the pageant." Natasha's expression was somewhat strange.
"Pfft..."
"Hela wants to participate in the pageant?"
"That old woman who wears smoky makeup all day and looks like some non-mainstream rebel?"
"Is she coming to perform how to crush someone's head?" Frieza wiped his mouth, looking speechless.
"Forget it, let her in."
"It just so happens I am bored, let's see what kind of act she can pull off."
A moment later, Hela walked in.
To Frieza's surprise, today's Hela was not wearing her signature dark green skin-tight battle armor nor was she wearing that antler-like crown.
Instead, she had changed into an extremely cool, extremely sexy black evening gown composed of almost just a few strips of cloth.
That originally messy black hair had also been meticulously styled into large waves.
Combined with that cold temperament and hot body, it was unexpectedly a bit attractive?
"Greetings, Lord Frieza."
Hela walked up to Frieza and performed an elegant bow. That deep cleavage was displayed without reservation before Frieza's eyes.
"Oho?"
Frieza let out a whistle.
"Isn't this our Goddess of Death?"
"What? Don't want to be the general manager anymore? Want to switch careers and be my canary?"
Hela looked up, and in those green eyes, there was no longer the killing intent of the past, only a nearly pathological obsession. It was absolute worship of the strong.
"Lord Frieza."
Hela's voice was raspy and full of magnetism.
"Asgard is too small. I've grown tired of sitting in that general manager's position."
"I want..."
Hela slowly knelt at Frieza's feet, reaching out her hands to hug his lower leg.
"I want to be closer to you."
"Even if it's just to warm your bed, I am willing."
Seeing this once-arrogant Goddess now lying at his feet like a female dog, Frieza's desire for conquest was greatly satisfied.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho..."
Frieza reached out, pinched Hela's chin, and forced her to look up.
"Since you have this intention, I will give you a chance."
"Go sign up."
"If you can stand out on that stage, I'll let you move into the top floor of this building."
"Thank you for your grace, Lord Frieza." A light of wild joy erupted in Hela's eyes.
...
A few days later.
Planet Frieza 001, the newly built "Omni-Arena."
This super structure, capable of holding over a hundred million spectators, was now packed to capacity.
Not just Earthlings, but also aliens from various parallel Universes, gods, and even dimensional beings.
All were squeezed in here, waiting for that grand moment.
In the center of the stage.
Loki, wearing those shameful tights, held a microphone and acted as the host.
"Ladies and gentlemen! And creatures of all shapes and sizes!" Loki's voice was full of passion.
"Welcome to the first Frieza Cup Omniverse Talent Competition!"
"Tonight, we will witness the most beautiful women from countless Universes fighting for that supreme position!"
"And the judge of all this is our great, omnipotent, and supreme—"
"Lord Frieza!!!"
BOOM!!!
The masses cheered.
In the sky, a golden pillar of light fell.
Frieza sat in his signature hover pod, slowly descending onto the rostrum.
He wore that black-gold robe studded with Infinity Stones.
Although it was just a clone (the main body was still absorbing OAA's residual energy), that sense of pressure still caused the entire venue to instantly fall silent.
"Begin."
Frieza waved his hand lazily.
"Let me see what kind of surprises you can bring me."