Shen Mo was almost certain that if Thanos opened the chests, the one called Death would definitely notice.
After all, she was the conceptual god of this Multiverse, and all death in the universe belonged to her.
That was why Shen Mo had always been somewhat hesitant.
However, it seemed that he had already used all his other means of probing.
Without probing any further, there was no way for the mission system to be established.
Shen Mo looked at Thanos on the throne, deep in thought.
Then he made a decision.
Thanos had originally been sitting alone on his throne, his eyes half-lidded. He seemed to be experiencing solitude, but in reality, he was constantly thinking about what to do next.
It seemed that fate had been broken.
The universe was truly in danger of destruction.
But at that moment, his mind suddenly grew genuinely drowsy. It seemed that, between wakefulness and sleep, a pale white mist had enveloped him, yet he remained completely unaware.
Until—he suddenly opened his eyes.
He discovered that he was already standing in a sea of white mist. The throne, his subordinates, and everything else had vanished. He could see neither the sky nor the ground. It seemed that he was standing on something beneath his feet, yet it also seemed that he was standing on nothing at all.
This was the first time Thanos had encountered such a bizarre scene, and his state just now had been strange as well.
As a Titan, he had long since had no need to rely on rest to relax, and it was even less possible for him to feel sleepy.
That state...
Clearly, his mind had been invaded.
Who could invade the mind of a Titan?
Various guesses flashed through Thanos's mind, but he did not