Hero or Dictator

Although Thanos had not come to Earth personally, he had seen everything.

Originally, this time, he had only wanted to test the strength of Earth.

Ancient One and Tony.

However, he discovered that Earth seemed to be shrouded in a fog that even he could not see through. The power aboard Tony's spaceship definitely did not belong to this universe, and even less did it belong to Tony.

"I have to find out exactly what happened."

Thanos was deeply wary of the power that had completely corroded Ebony Maw. His giant, hulking body rose from the throne.

All around him, his subordinates knelt one after another in trembling fear, but Thanos did not even spare them a glance.

"A bunch of useless trash. This time, I'll go myself."

What Thanos did not know was that a gaze had been watching him all along.

Shen Mo looked at Thanos.

He indeed possessed extraordinary power. His body was like a divine weapon tempered through countless trials. Neither fists nor magic could easily harm him, and an extremely powerful force flowed within him, entirely on par with Hulk of this world.

What truly astonished Shen Mo was his spirit, which contained a power almost akin to a law.

Death?

There was no mistake. The only one who controlled this kind of power was Death, one of the five Creator Gods of the Marvel Universe.

Naturally, this did not refer to Hela.

That was a true deity, the final destination of all souls in the multiverse, the creator and master of all beings such as Grim Reapers, demons, and devils. She possessed infinite power and was the very embodiment of death.

Had he finally encountered a true big shot?

Shen Mo narrowed his eyes and carefully sensed this power.

But he soon realized that