A full ten-odd minutes passed.
Amid the discussions of Fuck Hero and the others.
The screen connected to outside signals finally stabilized.
First, the good news.
This time, there were no more wildly flickering images.
Second, the bad news.
This time, the White Houses from the two worlds had fused together.
So the two American Presidents had also conveniently met face-to-face in reality.
There was no longer any need to yap at each other through signals.
Thus, atop those two podiums.
They were now passionately beating the hell out of each other.
Around them, all kinds of officials were also beating one another up.
The battle was exceptionally fierce!
Not only were the blows landing with solid thuds, their movements were exceptionally standard as well. At a glance, everyone could tell they were seasoned fighting enthusiasts.
"Old bastard, die..."
"Young punk..."
All sorts of fierce words.
Rang out without end, displaying everyone's exceptionally noble elite qualities.
At this moment.
If one turned their gaze elsewhere.
They would find that every country was pretty much the same mess. The United Kingdom's Parliament, for example, had already become the site of a massive brawl, with over a hundred Members of Parliament desperately swinging left and right hooks, delivering precise heavy blows to their allies who had crossed over from another world!
However.
All of that was ultimately trivial.
In far more distant places.
The encounters between all manner of demons and monsters were the real main event.
Within the Vast Starry Sky.
Inside the empty vacuum of space.
A robust figure with skin that had the texture of stone stood with his hands behind his back.
Looking down upon everything.
Before him was a vast Galaxy Fleet.
There were thousands upon thousands of spacecraft alone that were dozens of kilometers long.
"Thanos—Thanos..."