Diablo hurried after Mercer, asking nonstop, "What is your 3D printing technology based on? How does it work? As far as I know, there really isn't any technology in the universe capable of doing something like this."
"It isn't technology from this universe," Mercer said, shaking his head.
"Could it be... Asgard? Their technology is quite advanced, and they rank among the most technologically sophisticated realms in the universe. But even they don't have this kind of capability, do they?"
Diablo had considered it. Even in Mercer's universe, it should have been impossible to invent technology like this.
Anyone capable of creating a cosmic singularity was already an existence no longer confined to a single universe.
Whatever race they belonged to, they would have the power to dominate the Multiverse.
"You can also think of it as a supercomputer. As for how it was made, I can't be bothered to explain."
Mercer was still looking around, trying to figure out where they were.
"A supercomputer... Impressive."
Diablo's praise was sincere. The Celestials could create life, but creating a universe was hardly possible.
Yet Mercer acted so casual about it. Did he simply not realize how absurd this was?
"Hello, sir. Could you tell me where we are?"
Mercer stopped a passerby and asked him.
"This is Truman Town, New Mexico," the passerby said.
"Truman Town?"
Hearing the name, Mercer shook his head in confusion. He didn't know this place.
At least he had a name now. After thanking the passerby, he continued wandering aimlessly with Diablo.
Just as he was puzzling over it, a shout from nearby stopped him in his tracks.
"Thor! We found you!"
"Thor?"
Mercer turned in surprise and saw several people dressed in outfits straight out of Norse mythology standing outside a beverage shop nearby. In