Time Variance Authority.
A large number of employees were working nonstop.
Among them, the Time Guards and Time Agents responsible for forcefully arresting all kinds of Time Criminals were especially busy, worked to the point of losing track of day and night.
It felt rather like they were so busy with one end that they neglected the other.
At this moment.
Standing on the floor of the hall, the agent named Mobius watched the constantly changing numbers on the central screen, his brows twitching repeatedly.
The cold sweat and terror covering his face had become his only expression.
The beloved cigarette between his lips burned slowly, yet it could no longer distract him in the slightest, much less bring him any enjoyment.
In the end, as he looked at his panicked colleagues, each of whom seemed to have witnessed the horrifying sight of the end of the world descending.
He unconsciously murmured:
"What exactly is happening..."
Originally, as a member of the Time Variance Authority, and one with a certain degree of authority and status within it.
Mobius had always harbored a faint sense of pride.
It was a feeling born from being able to freely engage in Time Travel across time and Timelines, moving at will through the past, present, and future, witnessing countless miracles and powerful beings, then looking down upon them all from on high, watching everything, regarding all beneath his notice. Only that lofty position could cultivate such a feeling.
A powerful Cosmic Overlord who intended to kill half the population of the entire universe?
A god-king who dreamed of conquering the boundless sea of stars and expanding his territory to the borders of time and space?
A vast interstellar empire with sprawling territory and a million stars under its command?
A sage who led the