"Quiet! Everyone, quiet!!!"
In an incomparably vast conference hall simulating a cosmic environment, a figure entered through the back door and raised his voice. "Keep quiet! Those with humanoid forms, sit on the left. Those without humanoid forms, float on the right. Owen! Owen!! Come out and keep things in order!"
With a clatter, countless seats dropped from midair, and a massive stage appeared before everyone. Under the spotlight, Owen made a dazzling entrance. He cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, welcome, everyone, to—Battleworld!!!"
Before he could finish, he was shoved aside. Schiller walked to the podium holding a rolled-up flyer, tapped the microphone, and said, "Ultron, hand the flyers to the first row. Come on, everyone, pass them backward. One per person. Don't take extras."
"The Batman Who Laughs over there! I'm talking to you! Don't take too many! Just because no one's sitting beside you doesn't mean you get to take five people's worth. These are dynamically printed, and they're expensive..."
"Eternity, Eternity, keep an eye on Galactus. This thing isn't compatible with your universe's energy. He'll get a stomachache if he eats it..."
"This is... Thanos, right? I've heard so much about you. Mr. Thanos, please pass it to your rear right. Thank you."
"Tony, I mean AI Iron Man, turn your head back around first. Stop staring at my robot butler. Once Battleworld opens, I guarantee you'll have even more interesting information to dismantle..."
"All right, has everyone gotten one?" Schiller looked around. The vast hall was filled with every kind of demon and monster, but it was as though he saw none of it, treating the crowd below as nothing more than cabbages and radishes.
He smacked the microphone hard. The resulting thumping made most people frown. Then he bent slightly, leaned closer to the