Universe 01 had now drastically cut away its own flesh, leaving only 0.5% of its matter. It could barely protect itself, which meant it had begun self-sealing.
All one could say was that, at this level, they were all extremely difficult to kill.
The Ancient God of Light was like that, and so was this mastermind universe before him. These monsters were all hidden within the age, temporarily withdrawn, yet able to step out of the age again at any time and contend for supremacy over the world.
But money that couldn't be kept safe had been sent over to frame him?
Once it was in his pocket, they still wanted a refund? They wanted to split the spoils?
Not a chance!
Nokron declared that a man of upright character had nothing to fear from the gossip of others.
That fake Nokron from Universe 01 wasn't the real him. Why should he spit out the money and split it evenly just to prove his innocence?
"I, Nokron, have always been completely innocent." Nokron gave a cold snort. "Someone on the other side impersonated me. He sent the money over to frame me."
Atabia arrived just in time: "."
He was dumbfounded.
Looking at this embodiment of righteous integrity, Atabia had no idea what to say.
As a special Saint who could truly travel through any multidimensional universe without restriction, he was the messenger of the other Saints, the link that allowed them all to communicate.
Now, at the invitation of the other two Saints, he had come to negotiate with Senior Nokron.
They had all fought together, beaten the enemy until they ceded territory and paid reparations. Surely this money had to be divided somehow, right?
But this one was being incredibly stubborn.
Once it entered his pocket, he clearly