When the artificial stars ran out of energy, they dragged in new celestial bodies. When the Dyson Spheres reached the end of their lifespan, they sent people to replace them in an emergency. Incalculable energy and resources were frantically poured into this bottomless pit. The scientists wanted only one answer: how exactly had the universe been born?
"I have a very bad feeling about this! They're doing something extremely dangerous! We should make them stop!" Unlike Cyclops's modest courtesy, Vulcan wore an arrogant expression. Yet at this moment, he felt as though he were charging headlong toward an utterly unpredictable abyss. The warning in his heart had reached its limit. Since his powers awakened, this was the first time he had truly experienced fear.
The old king was also trapped in a difficult position. Who could have imagined that these scientists would be so insane? His heart ached for the resources being squandered.
"You foolish brute, what do you know? Shut your mouth!" Vulcan was still complaining when the chief scientist directing operations from the bridge some distance away berated him.
Being cursed at like a grandson infuriated the hot-tempered Vulcan.
An old man like the chief scientist was someone he could kill ten thousand of with a single breath. But he was equally wary of the hidden power behind these scientists. As long as he still sought power, he could not afford to offend this neutral faction. The chief scientist was also a genuine Shi'ar, of impeccable lineage and pure blood. Even as an Omega-level mutant, Vulcan had to bow his head at a time like this.
Vulcan was never known for his patience, but he could only endure it now. He trembled with rage, nearly grinding his teeth to pieces.
The chief scientist did not care about his