Chthon knew exactly what Set and Death were thinking. He even knew that both of them had tampered with the altar, hoping to trap him.
Chthon did not care about any of that. Being outmaneuvered by Andrew did not mean he was stupid. Given enough time, he could undo whatever tricks they had planted.
He was the great demon god Chthon, one of the very strongest even among multiversal entities.
Because of Set and Death, Chthon's attention had been divided. As a result, he had completely missed Andrew's tampering. He had no idea that Andrew's scheme was the most deeply concealed of all.
Chthon's fate was already sealed.
"In that case, let's dispense with the pleasantries. From now on, the three of us will join forces against Andrew Wang."
"Andrew Wang is indeed formidable," Chthon said, "but I refuse to believe that the three of us together can't handle one upstart."
"Together, the three of us can definitely deal with him."
Death and Set nodded in unison. Three heavyweights against a single Andrew Wang—what reason was there for them to fail?
Outside the Ability Universe, God Andrew said with a broad smile, "Congratulations on founding the Losers Alliance. May your name strike fear into multiversal entities everywhere."
Cyttorak and Hoggoth could not help laughing. Death, Set, and Chthon all scowled, the little surge of pride they had felt over their alliance vanishing without a trace.
Forming an alliance was certainly a good thing, greatly improving their chances against Andrew. But there was nothing glorious about it, especially since all three of them had already lost to Andrew Wang.
The three simply played dead and refused to answer. God Andrew scoffed and turned to Cyttorak, whose eyes blazed with fighting spirit. Only an Andrew Wang this powerful was worthy of being