This time, she could not act recklessly. The Beyonder Race could crush the Builders outright on a multiversal level, but Director Daisy did not possess that kind of power. She needed to plan this carefully.
Compared to the Builders' pinnacle-level technology, their own strength was not particularly formidable. They were probably around Thor's level. She was not afraid of a one-on-one fight, and she could win even against three or five of them attacking together. The problem was that they were not a combat race. They were a technological race. Individual combat ability was the shortest plank of their entire species. That made things awkward.
Daisy quickly made up her mind. She would sneak in first and study exactly what kind of program the Builders' White Light was.
Simply strolling in was out of the question. The work platform was heavily guarded and floated in midair. She did not dare enter lightly, but now the contingency she had prepared in advance could come into play.
Wait!
Shrinking herself down to atomic size, Daisy hid beneath a patch of gravel and began waiting quietly.
One cycle, two cycles—she completely sealed off her breathing, opened her senses, and carefully distinguished every change around her.
After three cycles, a group of bandits riding giant lizards arrived near the Builders' work platform.
Daisy smiled. She had not killed them, and sure enough, they had come to tip off the Builders.
She had deliberately spared those people to test the Builders' character—whether they killed anyone they saw or simply turned a blind eye without caring. A great deal could be analyzed from small matters. This was something she had learned during Black Widow's training back then: make the enemy gather intelligence for us!
The remaining bandits, led by a burly man who looked somewhat like