Sometimes, adventure was a very troubling word. Even gods, even if they did not fear death, had to carefully weigh the odds of success and failure.
And Megatron had gambled with his life and won by a narrow margin.
"Good job."
Donnie smiled and casually tore open a gap in the vast area, revealing the utterly miserable Megatron within.
The golden radiance from the Self Stone had gradually fused into the wreckage that Megatron's body had nearly become.
Everything had changed.
On Megatron's other shattered palm, a golden stone was slowly taking shape, radiating immense power.
A level beyond Multiversal, the concept of omniscience and omnipotence, was slowly rising. Powerful might surged forth, while everything Megatron had lost began rapidly restoring itself.
For a Level Nine god, as long as they had not been completely erased, recovery was only a matter of time.
Many beings witnessed Megatron's powerful rise, his leap from Multiversal to Omnipotent.
Another powerful god had been born.
Thinking carefully, it seemed that whenever Cybertron gave birth to an Almighty God, an established Almighty God would always die.
Cybertron's rise had been built upon the piled corpses of countless other gods, taking the law of the jungle to its absolute extreme.
But it was all worth it. Using the corpses of a group of ancient beings of no consequence to sound the horn for Cybertron's mad ascent—it was all worth it.
"How do you feel?" Optimus Prime looked at Megatron, whose appearance had drastically changed after restoring himself.
Megatron raised his head and glanced at Optimus Prime, revealing his trademark malicious smile. "I feel fantastic. Omniscience and omnipotence... Optimus Prime, I'm already one step ahead of you."
Megatron no longer carried that dark silver sheen. Various colors faintly flickered across his newly restored body. The convergence of