This was really damn troublesome.
The Reality Universe was furious at this moment, but unfortunately, it still couldn't show its anger.
The reason was simple.
Among these three universes, Odin, Lake, and the Reality Universe all knew each other's ambitions, yet maintained a delicate balance.
Ambition was one thing, but they couldn't expose it recklessly.
For example, they couldn't bare their ambitions for all to see and begin a wanton campaign of conquest.
But now?
Odin and his World Tree Universe had already entered the countdown to withdrawal. On the field, only Lake and the Reality Universe remained, so this delicate balance had to be maintained even more carefully.
After all, they both hoped to receive a universe that was intact—or, at the very least, one that had only suffered minor injuries.
That was the rule of the game. If you wanted to play, you had to obey it.
And in this game, the Reality Universe actually had the greatest chance of victory. As long as it held firm, Lake had no way to launch an unprovoked plunder to fill the gaps in his laws and perfect himself.
The Reality Universe had countless parallel universes as experimental fields. With the support of endless years, perhaps the Reality Universe wouldn't win, but it certainly wouldn't lose.
But...
The idea was beautiful. Unfortunately, its subordinates were useless. It had already given them clear instructions regarding King of Gods Zeus of the Chaos Universe: the waters here were deep, and they couldn't handle them, so they shouldn't go looking for death.
Yet Dormammu had still gone. And after courting death himself, he had even called Galactus over?
Good grief.
If Lake obtained Dormammu and upgraded the Chaos Underworld into the Chaos Netherworld, then if he devoured Galactus as well, hehe, it seemed that