A month later.
The Crimson Dimension.
It was a field of ruins again.
Everything was a mess.
"Ah~"
"I'm dead~"
After spouting those two lines of bullshit.
Orsaga began playing dead.
At the sight of this, Thanos, who held the Reality Controller, also fell silent.
He felt something was off, but could not say what.
In short, something just did not feel right.
Yet the surge of power within him confirmed that he had indeed devoured his opponent.
Even though he had split the spoils evenly with Darkseid and gained only half of Orsaga's power.
It had still almost matched what he had gained from devouring Beyonder.
Besides.
The Crimson Dominator's strength had certainly been troublesome.
Even against both Darkseid, who had fused with Soul Fire, and Thanos, who had fused with the Reality Controller.
He had almost turned the tables, which hardly looked like some scheme involving deliberately feigning weakness...
So.
Despite his slight hesitation.
Thanos ultimately dismissed that feeling as his imagination.
Instead, he turned his gaze toward Darkseid nearby, who was likewise looking at him.
Just as he desperately wanted Darkseid's Soul Fire.
He knew Darkseid must want the Reality Controller as well.
Thus, now that they had eliminated the Crimson Dominator, their greatest threat.
The struggle on the eve of the final battle.
Would finally begin!
The victor would take all those resources, evolve into a complete state, and challenge OAA and the Chief Overseer...
Watching the two prepare for their decisive battle.
In another layer of space.
Orsaga held a bowl of crossing-the-bridge rice noodles and could not help sighing:
"...What a shame. The fish I raised..."
Compared with sacrificing an avatar.
He actually cared somewhat more about the fish he had raised in the sea of blood-red magma.
After all, it was only