Not a Chance

Cybertron was on high alert.

Donnie stared expressionlessly at the thirteen figures who had arrived at the edge of the star system. Draped in black, he gradually exuded a subtle, chilling severity that sent waves of cold through those around him.

Everyone knew that this god was prepared to slaughter the Celestials. Everything now depended on the Celestials' choice.

The OAA Celestial led twelve judges through space, facing Donnie across a layer of dimensional separation. Their eighth-level Information Sets cautiously unfolded and collided, but no matter what OAA tried, he could not probe anything within Cybertron.

Donnie released his own Information Set, sealing off the entire Lesser Universe and cutting it off from outside observation.

"All Earthlings, as creations of the Celestials, are rightfully subject to our examination." OAA's divine words rang out. Strangely, everyone who heard him understood what he meant. It was a mode of communication beyond the ordinary.

"There are no Earthlings here. You came to the wrong place."

Donnie flew into the sky and passed through the barrier of the Lesser Universe. His body, incomparably tiny before the Celestial, simply stood there in silence, calmly meeting the other's gaze.

The Celestials lowered their heads and observed Donnie, but found nothing. They could only sense the oppressive feeling emanating from him.

"Mutants are important experimental subjects of the Celestials. You took away nearly all the Mutants, and that has caused difficulties for my mission."

OAA looked down at Donnie. "The people currently on Earth are qualified products. Now all that remains are the other Earthlings, including you."

A trace of movement flickered in Donnie's eyes, followed by a deep, icy courage.

All of Cybertron exploded into uproar!

"Bastard, what did that thing just say? Examining experimental subjects? Even the God of Cybertron is one of his experiments?"