After defeating a Virus, Su Ming had no need to rest. His recent vacation had built up more than enough stamina and energy, and his mindset remained steady as well.
As a warrior bearing the title of Sorcerer Supreme, what mattered even more was his way of thinking.
The Beyonders controlled a great many multiverses, yet they did not directly rule them. Instead, they treated them as observable test subjects, or perhaps as some kind of entertainment.
They looked down on things from lower-dimensional worlds and had never considered learning anything from them. Backed by the Beyond Realm, they were like Giants sleeping atop a mountain, never worrying that anyone might surpass them.
Even when facing the Constructors, whose overall strength was only slightly inferior to theirs, or the Absolute Protoss, who were evenly matched with them, they had always remained arrogantly aloof.
That made sense. If they were not arrogant to the extreme, how could they possibly have dared lay hands on the Living Tribunal under normal circumstances?
The Five Creation Gods had deliberately set up the Living Tribunal, and TOAA might not have said anything, since those five were Local Experts. The entire Marvel Universe had been transformed from Firmament; as long as Firmament's cycle continued, the Five Great Creator Gods would endure forever.
But the Beyonders, who had unwittingly become the blade that killed someone, would inevitably earn TOAA's resentment. Even Su Ming suspected that perhaps, even if he did nothing at all, someone would come deal with the Beyonders.
Of course, no matter what, he had to make this trip.
Officially, it was to protect the universe everyone lived in. In reality, it was still the Mercenary's old routine—finding ways to profit from chaos.
A transmigrator who could not make use of a chaotic situation was