Careful, or I'll snap your neck

As Donnie vanished, countless Lantern Rings of every color throughout the entire Prime Universe began to rise, turning into brilliant streaks of light as they left their hosts and swiftly flew toward Cybertron.

This scene would forever be remembered in the history of the Prime Universe and eagerly discussed by countless future generations.

Of course, if some ruthless figure even Donnie could not stop showed up one day and rebooted the Prime Universe—or even the Multiverse—with a single ultimate move, then all the tragic, joyous, stirring events that had happened here would be erased by a new timeline and people with entirely new memories.

Even Donnie himself could not be bothered to think about how many times he had saved the Prime Universe, or how many times he had saved Earth. It was exhausting, and pointless.

In any case, it had been many times. He had taken down more than one or two Multiverse-level eighth-level foes, while enemies below the eighth level were simply too numerous to count.

He could not be bothered to think about it. It was a waste of time.

And there was no point thinking about it now anyway.

Donnie had already become an eighth level, a powerful, noble eighth-level Unique God invincible across countless worlds. The trivial affairs of the Prime Universe were beneath mention now. They truly meant nothing.

Donnie had always had a clear goal.

And now, he no longer had to cautiously scrape by in the Prime Universe, trembling as he protected everything he had painstakingly built—his subordinates, family, friends, and the hundreds of millions of residents who followed him. Donnie finally had the confidence.

The confidence to leave this tiny patch of land called the Prime Universe and roam freely through the Multiverse.

As for capsizing while roaming? It was not