Watching Galacta feast, the Lord of Hell said gravely, "This is a trap. This has to be a trap."
"Isn't that obvious? Of course it's a trap."
Andrew wholeheartedly agreed. "Who would be stupid enough to show themselves on a big screen? Unless something unexpected happens, Death must be waiting nearby for the others to come."
The Lord of Hell said, "This plan is crude and could easily fall apart. It doesn't seem like Death's handiwork."
"If there were only one enemy, it would indeed be easy for it to fall apart. But with several enemies, it might work surprisingly well."
Andrew shook his head and used his Mechanical Ability to program a temporary artificial intelligence specifically to keep an eye on Galacta.
"This is a trap. I'll wait and see what happens next."
That was Andrew's private thought. He had no idea that the other multiversal entities thought exactly the same thing—it was a trap. Thus, although they had spotted Galacta, not one of them made a move. They all kept watching.
In short, they were a bunch of cunning old schemers.
In the Marvel Universe, Galactus was traveling through space aboard his spaceship as usual, searching for planets suitable for devouring. Besides him, the sleeping Galacta was also aboard.
Galacta was not a multiversal entity, after all. She was not even a single existence. Thus, after splitting off an Origin Essence Clone capable of growing, her original body had fallen into a deep sleep.
Because of this, Galactus had no idea what was happening with Galacta, nor did he mind. With Death protecting her, Galacta would surely be fine.
"My darling daughter, if you want to become the next Galactus, you must experience another universe."
Galactus gazed fondly at his daughter. At that moment, he had no idea