I Want His Head

The Chief Justice had not wanted to get involved in something so boring.

Yes, the great war between the Celestials and the New Gods—and a war that could very likely turn into another prolonged conflict, even more brutal than the Aspirian genocide war—was nothing more than utterly boring to the Chief Justice.

The Celestials? The Chief Justice did not particularly care about the other nine of the Ten Strong Celestials either.

The New Gods? He had also kept an eye on troublesome beings like Unique Gods, but considering his terrifying backing, he did not take a mere Unique God seriously. Even the Orrery of Worlds, the God Realm, and the like were merely little toys that could be easily destroyed and remade.

The Chief Justice, leader of the Ten Strong Celestials and also the most mysterious Celestial, had another identity unknown to the public: OAA's adjutant.

Not the OAA Celestial, captain of Team Four, but the true OAA—the ultimate Conceptual Being that represented all finality, encompassing everything knowable and unknowable, meaningful and meaningless in existence.

Assisting OAA was what the Chief Justice did, not helping the Celestials play childish games.

A nameless flame burned atop his chimney-like head, making the Chief Justice stand out from the other Celestials. His towering dark-red body emerged from a constantly surging mass of orange radiance: first came his burning chimney head, then his body, covered in red patterns flowing like veins, and finally his legs, stepping easily out of the light one after the other.

Even the Speed Force Wall could not stop this mysterious supreme Celestial. An aura that even Donnie could not understand permeated his surroundings.

The Destroyer Celestial and the others seemed greatly invigorated and looked as though they wanted to say something. Anyone could guess what it was: they wanted