"These guys."
Atabia frowned slightly.
He had not landed in the celestial realm. He had been fishing for lawbreakers.
He had deliberately chosen a landing spot outside, making it convenient for them to ambush him and climb over along the passage.
But he had not expected his opponents to refuse to play by the rules. They had clubbed him over the head instead of climbing through the passage.
They had seized his 3% matter right where they stood. Had he taken that blow for nothing?
He had been fishing, only to hook an oddball fish that refused the bait and went against the current.
Faced with these mighty armies, Atabia, as the Time God, had no material form and could leave at any moment.
His opponents could neither hold him nor kill him.
But of course, these people knew that too.
Their assassination attempt was not meant to kill him. It was meant to force him out of this Timeline and freeload on the 3% matter he had brought from the real universe.
If he left just like this and lost that precious 3% matter, how was he supposed to explain himself when he returned?
The 3% matter was here, and it had been [anchored] by matter!
Even if he left, the existence of that matter would lock this future in place. The River of Time would branch into another possibility, and this Timeline would remain!
This was the foundation of a multidimensional-universe dynasty!
If the matter obtained by this era's universe continued to increase—energy, water, metal, flame... 10%, 20%—this future five thousand years later would gradually become another true multidimensional-universe dynasty.
It would oppose them and become a great enemy.
One could imagine how terrifying the future wars between multidimensional universes would be.
The emperor of some dimensional dynasty