The Four Heralds were running low on energy, so they got straight to work.
Following Little Franklin's instructions, they built an iron coffin and stuffed Galactus entirely inside. Then they connected three enormous pipes to the outside and linked the remaining dozen or so artificial stars together through various technological means.
Little Franklin dug out her notebook and reviewed it carefully.
Unlike Little Rachel, who treated Pop's words as stories, she had memorized nearly every word Daisy had ever said. From Uchiha Madara to Superstring Space, she remembered it all...
Anything she had secretly recorded could be called a cosmic secret. Every single one was incomparably complex and obscure. Even with a four-digit IQ, she sometimes could not understand them and could only write them down for slow study later.
The passage Little Franklin was reading now described a skill her biological father had named Voice of All Things. According to Pop, it had been inspired by someone named Gol D. Roger and allowed one to converse with the entire universe through frequencies.
This skill could grasp the frequencies of the entire universe and destroy a universe with a single strike.
When this had been explained, Rachel had been very interested in the latter part and seemed to have been constantly pondering how to destroy a universe. Little Franklin was different. What concerned her was the frequency of all things.
To revive Galactus, they had to find his unique frequency. Only after grasping that foundation could they discuss resurrection.
Making an airtight container and forcibly pumping energy into him? That definitely would not work. The result would be a super bomb, one hundred percent guaranteed.
Closing her notebook, calculations rapidly took shape in her mind. After arriving at several figures, she activated the sealing device and placed Galactus's enormous body