"Do me a favor. Let me have the original body." Cosmic Emperor He-El, seated upon the throne, spoke with a faint smile.
He sat on the throne with both hands resting on the armrests, his back against the chair, chin slightly raised as he looked down at the many He-Els with a smile. His voice was confident, composed, domineering, and beyond question.
Upon hearing Cosmic Emperor He-El speak, some Clone He-Els laughed, some curled their lips into mocking smiles, while others remained indifferent and cold, treating him as nothing.
Those who could break through the barriers of the Parallel Universe and come to this universe to fight for the original body were all the most powerful He-Els in their respective universes. Every one of them was filled with confidence and possessed immense power, invincible within their own Parallel Universes. A few words would never make them give up on becoming the true He-El.
"I only need a drop of blood to analyze and inherit the original body's past." Super-Gene He-El emerged from the dust, his massive red, green, black, and white body covered in knotted muscles and bulging, savage veins. His seven-meter-tall frame stood with overwhelming pressure as a sneer formed across his broad face. "But... what the hell are you people to dare snatch food from a tiger's mouth?"
Super-Gene He-El made no effort to hide his contempt for the He-Els from the other Parallel Universes. Though he did not directly call everyone present trash, his arrogant, contemptuous attitude was naked disdain for the Clone He-Els from the other universes.
Breaking through the barriers between universes did not mean one was qualified to fight him for the original body.
A score of one hundred was their limit, not Super-Gene He-El's.
Breaking through the cosmic barrier and standing in this