The time period in which Marquis of Death went to the Time Variance Authority.
A certain Parallel Universe.
Earth—United Kingdom.
Inside a mansion in London.
Another Omega Mutant was speaking with a guest who had come from afar.
"So, you crossed universes to come here just to cooperate with me?"
The one speaking was neither particularly muscular nor particularly thin. There was nothing remarkable about him, and even his looks were merely average.
Yet his expression carried an inexplicable air of foolishness—or perhaps madness.
He looked like an ordinary man who had stayed awake for days on end before taking several shots of stimulants, exuding a strange, unsettling feeling.
And he wore nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.
Other than that.
He had no clothing whatsoever.
His gear was streamlined to the extreme!
He did not even wear socks!
It was, more or less, indecent!
One glance was enough to tell that something was wrong with this guy. He was far from normal.
Jamie Braddock—this was his real name. More often than not, he was also called The Emperor!
He was Captain Britain's older brother.
A guy who gambled and used drugs excessively, and who had become somewhat neurotic after suffering all manner of torment before his Awakening.
His ability was primarily based on manipulating all kinds of Quantum Strings invisible to the naked eye, weaving reality itself and causing it to undergo corresponding changes.
Simply put.
He was actually a high-level Reality Warper!
Compared with Marquis of Death, the greatest difference between their abilities was merely the method by which they Twist Reality.
Their means and processes differed.
But the results were highly similar.
"That's right. I came here to cooperate with you."
Opposite him.
On a soft, oversized sofa.
Sat a small, slender man dressed impeccably in