Cosmic Planet (1)

"Damn that Supreme Council, they're too biased!"

Dormammu looked up at the outrageously smug Metron and cursed.

Across Cybertron, countless people looked up at the sky, witnessing the forceful return of Metron, the God of Knowledge—never mind how tacky Metron's little stool was, its functions remained intact. It was a genuine divine artifact, and Metron's title as the God of Knowledge was no empty claim.

In Dormammu's view, pride was bullshit. What mattered was substance. If Dormammu had been given the choice, he would have gladly sacrificed a little face to sit on that little stool!

The God of Knowledge!

A divine artifact!

Dormammu looked up at the sky, a faint sorrow rising in his heart.

The Dark Lord's gaze had long since passed over the showboating Metron and turned toward the entire sky—the Lesser Universe enveloping the Cybertronian Galaxy.

"My Dark Dimension..."

Dormammu clutched his chest in pain.

How many years had it been? Even trash like Metron had gotten his chair—no, his little stool—back, yet Donnie still occupied the Dark Dimension and refused to return it.

The entire Dark Dimension had been shattered and remade by Donnie, transformed into a Lesser Universe existing within the Main Universe.

Dormammu's heart ached. Even the way he looked at Metron had changed, filled with envy.

"Lord Dormammu was once a great figure of the Main Universe, a demon from the myths of countless civilizations. Countless lives trembled beneath my tyrannical might..."

But now, Lord Dormammu was still only a demigod. He seriously suspected that he might not even be able to defeat someone like Electro Max anymore.

The thirteen Primes were also seeking a way to advance to Level Seven. Rumor had it that they had made considerable progress. It seemed that the sparks in their chests could develop even more