Adam was clearly devastated. He had reached his destination and cast everything aside for it, yet in the end, what he gained was far less than he had imagined.
Frustration, loss, and immense humiliation engulfed his heart.
Daisy prepared to find something for him to do. Pointing at the corpses left behind by the gods, she said, "Prioritize resurrecting the deities who have contributed to the Multiverse. Your work is still immense. You cannot slack off."
With a wave of her hand, she could resurrect every god who had died in battle. Of course she could do that—it would just cost energy.
Now, she handed the choice over to Adam. On one hand, it saved energy; on the other, it gave him something to do. He could pick out troublemakers like Chthon and Set the Serpent God, sort their corpses into categories, cremate those that should be cremated, and toss those that belonged outside the Multiverse out of it. No point keeping a bunch of useless freeloaders around.
Adam felt that Lady Destiny made sense and barely managed to find his own sense of worth again. Since he had nothing else to do, he might as well deal with this trash first.
He took up the Living Tribunal's duties once more, becoming that thirty-thousand-meter-tall Cosmic Administrator with three faces again.
Seeing that Daisy was about to leave, the New Living Tribunal could not help asking, "Will we meet again?"
His tone was deeply conflicted. He hoped Lady Destiny would leave this world for good and go as far away as possible. Yet he was also worried that an enemy he could not handle might appear, and there would be no powerful figure left to bail him out.
Daisy looked back with a soft smile. "Of course we'll meet again. This