Oblivion's Public Humiliation!

Oblivion felt sick to his stomach.

He couldn't make sense of it.

Before he left, he had mangled even the fabric of space, time, and causality in that region.

How had word of his humiliation still gotten out?

He looked at the face across from him, practically blooming with laughter.

Oblivion ground his teeth.

This was all that bastard Ren's fault!

Why did he have to be so damn strong?

He had made Oblivion, a Creation God, lose face on such a grand scale.

Worse, he had handed Oblivion's archenemy something to hold over him.

Oblivion regretted it bitterly.

If he'd known this would happen, nothing could have dragged him away from home.

He could have stayed in his own territory and lived like a king.

Who could have guessed

that an unremarkable Single Universe

would be hiding a monster like that?

Oblivion wanted to cry.

Ren, of course, knew nothing about any of this.

One casual move on his part

had prompted another supreme being to go and make Oblivion's life miserable.

If Ren ever found out,

he would probably see those lofty gods in a new light.

For now,

Ren had returned to Earth.

After seeing to the trapped superheroes,

he went back to his peaceful routine.

With the help of his cheat,

he had forced a monster of Oblivion's caliber out of Earth-616.

But

Ren knew perfectly well

that without that boost,

he still wasn't qualified to challenge those ancient beings.

So

as soon as he had a moment to spare,

he threw himself back into rigorous training.

The Book of the Vishanti was undoubtedly a rare treasure.

But it had one fatal flaw.

The secret arts recorded within it

were all defensive or support spells!

That gave Ren a headache. What he needed now was a