Mercer was starting to question his life. He had arrived here sometime after Avengers: Endgame came out.
Marvel was bound to release more movies after that, but Mercer would never get to know about them.
He had no idea what would happen to this Celestial if events followed their original course.
But given how those movies usually went, Earth would definitely be fine, and this Celestial would be dealt with by someone who suddenly appeared at the time.
The Avengers certainly couldn't do it. After Avengers: Endgame, some were dead, some had gone into seclusion, and others had stepped back behind the scenes.
A new Avengers team wouldn't form until some time later. Mercer really couldn't imagine who would deal with him.
Still, one thing was certain: this Celestial was very weak.
Mercer had come from another universe, which he would call the Main Universe for now.
The energy in just one Space Stone from the Main Universe was several times that of the Space Stone in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, perhaps even tens or hundreds of times greater.
As he was now, Mercer was far more terrifying than the Celestial before him.
"I'm quite interested in you. Become my so... no, become my subordinate," Mercer said.
He wasn't asking; he was making a statement. It sounded like a question, yet somehow felt as though he was declaring a certainty.
The Celestial fell silent. He knew better than anyone how powerful this humanoid energy being was, despite being less than one hundredth the size of his fingernail.
If the other party really attacked, he might not win even if he forced his way out of his cocoon.
"Do I have another choice?" the Celestial asked.
"Yes. Death," Mercer said flatly.
"Then I choose to obey."
The Celestial was speechless. What