Death had previously been unable to govern every domain of death. This region had truly been a den of demons, where even a low-rent Loa Spirit like Bonsamdi dared call himself a god of death.
There were countless other nobodies as well. Many planets and civilizations had death gods corresponding to their own races. As one of the Five Elders of the Universe and a powerful high-level existence in the multiverse, Sister Rufeng did not care about them.
To her, as long as the target died, that was enough. Who brought it about did not matter.
She was like the CEO of a corporation. She did not care how her subordinates negotiated contracts or conducted business, as long as they produced results. As the embodiment of death, she had no need for intelligent beings' fear, much less their faith.
For countless ages, that had been what she thought and how she acted. But after Thea appeared, everything changed.
Perhaps to show off, perhaps to let the newcomer Daisy understand how formidable her senior was, Thea rarely displayed a bit of her power. It lasted only an instant. Then, feeling that it was somewhat childish, she withdrew it.
The two Cosmic God Tier bosses did not care. To them, it had been a trivial matter, but the impact of Thea's death on the Marvel world's death was enormous.
For minor gods like Bonsamdi, it manifested as confusion. For Hela, it was like getting caught in the crossfire while lying down. They were among the lucky ones.
Sister Rufeng's problem was ten thousand times worse than theirs. She had fallen into self-doubt. She simply could not imagine death reaching such a level. Because of that, she gathered power into her own hands, wanting to become a true death like Thea—omniscient and omnipotent.