The training—or rather, the merciless beating—had begun.
A brutal, endless cycle of pain, death, and resurrection.
Frieza did not hold back.
And why would he?
For decades, he had carried an undying hatred toward Saiyans.
And now—
A Saiyan was offering himself up.
A punching bag that never broke.
A toy that could repair itself instantly.
It was an opportunity too perfect to ignore.
Raziel's Endless Beating – Death Training Begins
Frieza's fists and tail slammed into Raziel over and over, each strike sending the newly-formed Saiyan crashing into the walls of the ship.
Raziel felt every impact—the crushing force, the bones snapping—but he welcomed it.
Because every time he was on the brink of death—
He healed himself.
Instantly.
And then—it continued.
Over.
And over.
And over.
The Entire Frieza Force Joins In
As the hours passed, Frieza's soldiers began to participate.
They were hesitant at first, not daring to raise a hand against someone favored by Lord Frieza.
But then—
Frieza allowed it.
And once that happened—
The soldiers took full advantage.
Blows rained down from all sides.
Blasts struck his body endlessly.
Every nerve in Raziel's body screamed in pain.
But every time—he healed.
Every time—his power grew.
This wasn't training.
This was madness.
Yet for Raziel—
It was working.
The Aftermath – Checking His Stats
Hours later—
Raziel sat on the cold metal floor of the ship, his body aching, exhausted.
His breath was ragged, but his spirit was high.
He had been beaten, broken, killed, revived…
But now—
He was stronger.
With a quick motion of his fingers, he pulled up his menu.
The black panel with white outlines appeared before him.
And then—
His eyes widened slightly.
Zenkai Growth – Raziel's New Power Level
His Power Level had skyrocketed.
Before? 1,077,621.
Now?
38,794,356.
His jaw tightened.
"That's insane…"
His menu updated—showing the reason.
Each Zenkai boost granted a 33% increase.
And after 36 cycles of healing…
This was the result.
"So this is… what a Saiyan truly is."
But—
He didn't have time to dwell on it.
The ship shook slightly.
The engines roared to a halt.
They had arrived.
Landing on Namek – A New Discovery
A soft hiss of steam escaped as the spaceship's ramp lowered onto the lush green fields of Namek.
A soldier approached Raziel, extending a hand.
For a moment—Raziel hesitated.
But then—he took it.
The soldier nodded before walking off without a word.
No explanation.
No praise.
But to Raziel—
That was fine.
"A silent gesture… better to think of it that way."
He pulled up his menu again.
But this time—
He checked the Equipment tab.
Raziel's Equipment Menu – A Game Within Reality
What he saw was nothing like before.
A videogame-like display.
Each section of his body had a slot for equipment:
Headgear Torso Legs Hands Feet
And then—
There were extra slots.
Weight slots Accessory slots Cosmetic slots
His current gear?
Torso: Frieza's Army Battle Armor (Common)
Legs: Frieza's Army Battle Armor (Common)
Hands: Frieza's Army Gloves (Common)
Feet: Frieza's Army Boots (Common)
Accessory: Red Scouter (Common)
Every piece of his gear was labeled as "Common."
Each armor piece granted +35% Defense and +750 Power Level.
His Scouter, however, had its own perks:
Detects Power Levels. Displays Exact Locations Within 1 Kilometer.
However—
Something stood out.
"The Scouter's description doesn't list its communication function."
Which meant—
It wasn't part of its perks.
"Strange."
But before he could think further—
Summoned by Frieza
A soldier approached swiftly.
Soldier: "Lord Frieza is calling for you."
Raziel blinked, pulled from his thoughts.
"Right. Focus."
Without hesitation—
He stood and followed.
The warm air of Namek brushed against his skin as he stepped outside for the first time.
And waiting there—
Standing at the foot of the ship, arms behind his back—
Was Frieza.
His golden eyes locked onto Raziel as he emerged.
Raziel Reports to Frieza
Raziel stopped in front of him.
His stance was relaxed, but ready.
Then—he spoke.
Raziel: "Sorry, Lord Frieza. I was… checking my menu."
Frieza's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Ho ho ho~… were you, now?"
Raziel continued.
"Also… I learned this outfit is called 'Frieza's Army Battle Armor Uniform'."
"But it also shows me some quality meter… and this outfit is Common."
He paused briefly, then added—
"It only grants me +35% defense and +750 Power Level per piece…"
"And the Scouter counts as an accessory."
Raziel crossed his arms slightly.
"So… my outfit gives me a total of +140% Defense and +3,000 Power Level."
A pause.
Then—
He looked directly at Frieza.
"Did you know any of this?"
Frieza's smirk widened slightly.
He remained silent for a moment.
Then—
He chuckled softly.
"Ho ho ho~… My dear Raziel…"
"It seems you are discovering quite a bit on your own."
His golden eyes gleamed.
"But let me ask you…"
"Is this information… useful to you?"
The air hung heavy.
This wasn't just small talk.
This was a test.
The winds of Namek brushed softly against the barren landscape.
The sky, painted in green and teal hues, stretched endlessly above them.
The spaceship loomed behind, its presence casting a dark shadow over the land.
And standing before it—
Raziel and Frieza.
Their conversation was only beginning.
Raziel's Perspective – The Importance of His Ability
Raziel shifted slightly, arms still crossed.
His red-lined eyes flickered as he processed everything.
Then—he spoke.
Raziel: "I mean… kind of… yeah, it is."
Frieza's golden gaze sharpened slightly, intrigued.
"Because I can see boosts… how strong what I wear makes me… how helpful every piece of gear is…"
"It gives them different values than just by visual appearance."
His expression tightened slightly, his mind racing.
"Yeah… very helpful."
Then—
His eyes flickered with an idea.
"Maybe I can do this to see if any material is good or not."
"Maybe I can… check if any mineral has good quality or not."
A pause.
His fingers tapped lightly against his arm.
"I'm not sure… but if I can check what I'm wearing…"
"I may be able to also check what I grab."
Frieza's Thoughts – A Weapon with Endless Uses
Frieza's smirk curled slightly, his tail flicking lazily behind him.
"Ho ho ho~…"
His mind was working fast.
This was unexpected.
Raziel was already proving far more useful than anticipated.
Not only was he gaining strength at an unnatural rate—
But now?
He might have the ability to evaluate materials, minerals, and resources.
A living analyzer.
A tool that could be used for war, economy, technology—everything.
"A box of surprises, indeed."
Frieza's eyes gleamed.
The more Raziel learned about himself…
The more uses Frieza saw.
Raziel Questions Namek – Unfamiliar Territory
After a moment—
Raziel's eyes shifted.
His gaze moved beyond Frieza, scanning the land.
The terrain was strange, alien.
Everything was foreign to him.
Then—his eyes locked onto something else.
Strange figures in the distance.
Short, green-skinned beings with antennae.
Their robes flowing slightly with the wind.
Raziel's expression twisted in confusion.
Then—he looked back at Frieza.
Raziel: "Also, Lord Frieza."
"Where are we?"
"And… what are those… weird goblins?"
His head tilted slightly.
"No… those aren't goblins."
His brows furrowed, his confusion clear.
"What is this place?"
"And what are those weird… 'entities'?"
Frieza's Amusement – Time to Educate Raziel
A silence.
Then—
Frieza chuckled.
A low, sinister sound.
"Ho ho ho~… My dear Raziel…"
"You truly are a delight."
His tail flicked again, his smirk widening.
"Those 'entities'… are called Namekians."
"And this planet?"
He gestured outward.
"This… is Namek."
A pause.
"And we are here… to take what is ours."
His golden eyes flickered with malice.
The hunt was about to begin.