She was determined, but reality was harsh. The truth was that good people usually could not beat bad people, children could not beat adults, women could not beat men, and highly intelligent people often lost to those of average intelligence.
Little Franklin possessed nearly all of those disadvantages.
She was somewhat afraid of pain, lacked firm confidence in victory, and wanted to win through intelligence. Before a fight, she worried about everything—afraid that using too little force would leave her unable to defeat the enemy, but also afraid that using too much energy would accidentally damage the surrounding Shi'ar warships and artificial celestial bodies.
She had made the mistake that many smart people made: she thought too much. In an instant, seven or eight ideas could occur to her, but choosing between them left her terribly conflicted.
But she knew she could not back down. As a second-generation deity, Little Franklin was very proud.
She did not need to seal her abilities out of consideration for her parents' feelings. Her parents were both stronger than she was. Whenever her Pseudo-Omniscient pop casually said a few words, she felt as though her level of understanding rose rapidly. Little Franklin was currently in a period of explosive growth, where her foundation and talent were coming together.
The enemy's strength instead stirred her competitive spirit.
What was there to fear? This was still within the framework of a single universe. At most, the other side could only display strength at the peak of a single universe.
Molecular analysis, Matter Recomposition, flight, energy blasts, and even certain telepathic abilities—these were standard abilities for Omega-level mutants. The ability to recompose matter meant they could alter their own cells. There was no such thing as a doctor being unable to treat himself here. If their cells