If this had happened to an ordinary person, they would have spat in her face. You barged into my home, slaughtered my brothers who planted flowers and tended grass, then said, "Sorry, I acted on impulse. To make amends, I'll handle all the flower-planting and grass-tending from now on?"
Any normal person confronted with such bizarre logic would have raised a blade and charged forward, shouting that blood must be repaid with blood.
But the Celestials were not normal people. They were architects who planned the universe's development according to their respective functions.
The godlike logic Daisy proposed aligned with their values and benefited the universe's development. At the very least, it was more meaningful than leaving the Planter position vacant while they pursued revenge for its own sake.
That was right. There were no personal emotions involved. The Celestials sought meaning in their actions. As long as something matched their functional roles and produced a positive effect on the universe's development, they would do it.
The prerequisite was making them realize that revenge wasted time and was not worthwhile, while the alternative did not cross their bottom line. Only after meeting those two conditions could Daisy present her godlike logic.
The stylish electronic eyes of several Celestials flickered, as though they were speaking among themselves.
"Heh, she... urgh—" Seeing that they were about to back down, Ebony Maw tried to provoke them, but though the words reached his lips, not a sound came out.
Daisy waved the ring on her finger. It looked ancient, but its internal structure was exceptionally complex.
The Silencing Ring—this was the name she had given the equipment. It had been dismantled from the second layer of the metal Cube the Materialist Empire had given her.
Its effect was nothing earth-shattering. It merely silenced its