After sending the message, Heisenberg lounged leisurely on a cloud, waiting for Gannata's reply.
Tsk, tsk. Gannata had changed his name again. Was this the recklessness of someone with administrative privileges?
Forget it. There was no point arguing with Galactus's daughter over a name. After all, Galactus would have to call him little brother when he saw him.
Of course, it was more likely that he would beat Old Galactus until he called him big brother...
In any case, how could he fuss with his good niece over a name?
It was just that...
After waiting for quite a while.
Heisenberg was a little bewildered.
He had been messaging her for so long. Why had she not replied?
As he waited, Heisenberg turned his gaze toward Earth.
Since there would be no reply anytime soon, he might as well check on his game again!
With a single glance, Heisenberg saw corpses and blood covering the land.
Men, women, officials, merchants.
The social order that had once existed had become utterly nonexistent in the face of this new primitiveness.
And that was why so very many people had died.
Watching disasters born of human greed and ambition unfold ceaselessly in nearly every corner of Earth.
Heisenberg frowned.
He had actually hoped that those humans forced back into primitive times could work together and build a new home.
Especially now that the entire world no longer had disparities in technology.
Population was destined to become the most precious, and greatest, resource.
Although mutants stood above everyone else, Heisenberg still especially hoped that his old country could truly rise upon the world stage in such an environment!
There was no helping it. Heisenberg's former country had a lot of people!!!
Just think about it. Once everyone in the world, armed with