The Mandela Effect of Many Powerful Beings

"Perhaps I'll have to rely on you in the future." Atabia smiled.

"The pressure is too great." Minis hesitated.

On the surface, the [Cosmic Hourglass] project had gathered the might of the Four Heavenly Venerates. In secret, it had painstakingly laid the groundwork for Minis. It could be considered a ruthless move.

Infinite stacking was more reliable than waiting for some random probability to give birth to one of the All Living Beings.

The only problem was that Minis's temperament wasn't very good.

He wasn't confident enough.

But thinking about it, that seemed to fit the "Doctrine of the Mean" perfectly. He was a little good at everything.

If it had been an extreme genius instead, endlessly stacking, then the strengths of countless selves would only grow sharper. His personality might have become increasingly extreme and radical, and something terrible might have happened.

Thus, in Atabia's eyes, Minis was practically the perfect Chosen Son of Heaven!

In the previous era, everyone had thought he was the most useless of the three brothers. The eldest was skilled at research, the second at fighting, while he was utterly ordinary.

No one knew that he was the true late-game powerhouse!

"Don't worry. Your era is about to arrive." Atabia patted him on the shoulder, while silently calculating in his heart.

That bizarre fellow had crossed through time alongside him the entire way. He had basically uncovered the man's entire background.

There was no way to hide from the Space God's perspective. The other party was only proficient in the three Level One Gods and knew nothing of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

He should be the protagonist of the next era, a trinity.

Yet he was merely a transitional figure for an era. His aptitude surpassed that of the Four Heavenly Venerates, but