After everyone had gathered, Andrew had Cassandra open a portal and send everyone who should be returned, along with the previous survivors, back to their own universes. Only the dozen or so Skyfathers from the Thor Alliance remained.
"Their return might not be a good thing."
Fat Thor looked at the portal, helplessness appearing on his chubby face. "Those exiled to the End of Time either have problems themselves, or their worlds have problems. Things can't possibly stay peaceful after they go back."
"If you're really worried, you can open an after-sales service center and help them solve their problems."
Andrew said. Fat Thor looked disgusted. I was just saying. I have no interest in dumping such a huge problem onto myself.
Honestly, if the other Thors weren't all useless and muscle-brained, he wouldn't have become the alliance leader in the first place. It was exhausting.
"Alright, everyone's been sent away, and everyone's rested. Next, we'll split into three groups and find those Conqueror Kangs and the other Skyfathers as quickly as possible."
Andrew clapped his hands and said, "Once we deal with every Conqueror Kang at the End of Time and round up all the other Skyfathers, we'll have a proper chat with that monster. We'll see whether it devours us, or we devour it."
Everyone nodded. The newcomers might not have had much of an impression of that monster, but the old hands all hated it to the core. After all, every one of them had more or less experienced being hunted by it.
Put simply, the End of Time was a dump. Thor and the others were trash thrown into that dump, while that monster was an automatic garbage crusher that constantly searched for trash to crush. That was its mission.
"First team: me and all the