"Bro, didn't you say you were destined to become a Great Golden Immortal in the future? Bro, hurry up and call your future self to save us!"
The bound Space Marine looked toward the group owner, a transmigrator from a world where spiritual energy had revived. The man was slumped nearby, looking utterly dejected and completely dazed, immersed in endless regret.
Back when there weren't many members in the group, and none of their worlds had any means of learning about the others, he was the only one who knew the plot. That was when he'd claimed to be a Great Golden Immortal. Unfortunately, later on, people who knew the plot joined the group and exposed his act.
He was just an ordinary person. What the hell was he supposed to be, a Great Golden Immortal?
Even so, the others in the group often teased him.
"Look, isn't this our group owner, the immortal at the Great Golden Immortal realm?"
"Oh, great immortal, have you ascended yet?"
Although it was only teasing, the Space Marines sincerely hoped it was true now—that their invincible group owner really was an invincible Great Golden Immortal.
"..."
The Great Golden Immortal was silent, as if he hadn't heard a thing. He kept his head lowered, his heart filled with regret.
If only he'd known, he wouldn't have come here. The plot clearly wasn't supposed to go like this. Why? Why had this happened?
He hadn't even become an immortal yet!
How had things suddenly turned into this mess?
After converting Unicron, Uchiha Brahman appeared in the universe where the chat group members were currently gathered, then grasped the entire universe in his hand.
"A chat group? Oh, I've picked up some free technology again! Heh, freeloading feels great!"
He was delighted. These transmigrators