The Culprit

Daisy flew into the distance and carefully examined the results of her work. Reality Alteration did not erase reality; the matter still existed, merely rearranged into a different configuration.

It was still her specialty, Mosaic Transformation. A colossal mosaic spanning more than two thousand kilometers hung in space, its interior mixed with violent explosions and flames. This was because Daisy lacked the computational power to control the reality she had altered.

If the Reality Stone had consciousness and graded its users, Thanos would surely score ninety-nine points. He had reshaped such a massive Void and fooled Star-Lord and the others so completely that they saw no flaws. Big Cousin's perception and computing ability had both reached their peak. As for Director Daisy's work before her, it was utterly unacceptable—at best, a fifty-nine.

Wanting to see what would happen, she did not return to the flagship immediately. Instead, she made a few more alterations to the oversized mosaic. After several rounds of shaping, the ship's hull extended forward, four pillars split from its wings, and its main cannon was dragged to the rear like a backrest. The final shape was indescribably awkward.

Did this look like an enormous eight-legged chair?

Director Daisy felt her face burn. Did she really have such a deep understanding of this damned chair? The Reality Stone had to be mocking her!

Back aboard Winter's Kallark, Pulse was utterly astounded by her creation. What the hell was that thing?!

One of the Truth Cult's ultra-colossal battleships had been blown apart, while another had turned into a bizarre, indescribable object. Daisy assured Pulse that this super-sized decoy would last five minutes.

Whether it lasted five minutes was not important. Three minutes later, all the capital ships concentrated their fire and tore the misshapen Sin Master into cosmic dust.