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That was someone destined from birth to be the executor of a plan that would change the entire universe. But now, there is absolutely no trace of their existence.

Even at this moment, he thought of the guy who had wiped out all the guardians he had placed on Earth, but then he thought of the abilities that the Eternals had passed down from him, and he felt it was impossible. Even if that guy had the ability to wipe out the Eternals, he couldn't just silently erase the young Celestial God like that; that wasn't something that guy could do. At least, he thought it was impossible.

At this point, all Arithm can do is send someone to negotiate the enemy situation first.

Arithm, acting as the judge, spoke up—or rather, issued a statement: "Now we need to find out who destroyed the young Celestial and managed to keep the home planet alive. We need someone to go and look at Earth, to see if there's anything unusual about that planet now."

Without objection, all the gods agreed to Aristem's proposal. Now they desperately needed to know who could so easily destroy the young god.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is a simple principle that they, as gods, naturally understood. However, for various reasons, they had previously underestimated Gnar, who wielded the Black Death Sword.

I won't make that mistake again.

OAA did not refute Aristem's words, but simply sat there quietly with his arms crossed. His silence meant that the number one member of the Celestials agreed to Aristem's plan.

This task naturally fell to the collector, and the god had no complaints. He simply nodded and prepared to leave.

They indeed discovered that they had no way to teleport out of the Celestial Realm.

His mechanical face only showed a kind of incomprehension. For them, the gods, emotions were just a waste of time, but that didn't mean they didn't have their own thoughts.

Especially given the current situation, the members of the Celestial Group are quite curious as they see the Collector unable to teleport. No one can block a Celestial's teleportation ability within the Celestial Realm; if anyone could, it would be the First Azure Sky, who has already hidden itself.

However, in this universe, which has now largely separated from the First Heaven, the First Heaven does not have the power to directly interfere. After all, the current multiverse is still a robust adult and has not yet reached the point where it can be eroded by the First Heaven.

Furthermore, the cosmic deities in this universe will not interfere with the operation of the gods; it can be said that everyone is working to maintain the development of the universe.

There is even less reason to attack the gods.

Suddenly, OAA, who had been motionless until now, lowered its enormous head and stared intently at the figure standing among the eleven gods, as if it were a grain of sand.

Diana was holding a cat, calmly scrutinizing these so-called gods.

Arithm and the other gods also noticed OAA's actions and looked at Diana, who was petting the cat.

“It’s you.” Arisham’s voice was devoid of any emotion or intonation; it was as if a machine was reading a prepared script in a flat tone.

That's right, Diana didn't go looking for the easily found purple sweet potato spirit. Instead, she came to the realm of the gods first, intending to deal with these so-called gods.

After all, the Celestials were the first to attack her; Thanos came later. That was an undeniable fact. So, adhering to the principle of "whoever provokes me first, I'll strike them down," Diana went directly to the Celestials' territory.

"Good boy." Diana patted the little orange cat's head, then casually opened a small portal and let the little orange cat crawl inside.

Gugu let out a slightly dissatisfied cry, but did not resist. It turned around and burrowed into the little universe that Diana had created.

As soon as Gugu entered, Diana closed the portal and looked up to see the gods. However, she then realized that craning her neck might be bad for her cervical spine, so she said, "You could shrink a little, right? Smaller, otherwise it's too tiring for me to look up."

Diana didn't think these guys wouldn't hear what she was saying; if they did, they'd be too weak as gods.

The gods could hear Diana's harsh words and understand her language, but they wouldn't heed her requests, just as humans wouldn't care what ants think. To them, Diana was now just a larger ant, perhaps not even as big as a silver ingot as Thanos, the cosmic overlord.

Diana didn't care about that. All she knew was that she was there to deal with these guys. She had originally wanted to talk to them, but now it seemed that was just wishful thinking on her part.

Ultimately, it all comes down to force.

Chapter 139 The Experiment Begins

The gods looked down on Diana for appearing in their realm. Although they were surprised that she could enter the realm, they still didn't take this insect-like creature seriously. At most, they would assume there was something wrong with their house, allowing the insect to crawl in.

After all, similar situations had occurred before in the realm of the gods, but they were just instances of insects that strayed in by mistake. In their eyes, Diana was exactly like that now.

Their ignoring of Diana does not mean that Diana will give up her fight against them.

In the future, Crossbones might still say that line: This is not a personal grudge.

But Diana now wants to tell the Celestials that this is a personal grudge! A blood feud!

Even Aristom, who knew Diana best, merely gave a brief statement and then took no further action. He even continued to demand that the Collector teleport out of the Celestial Realm and go to Earth to investigate.

At that moment, a golden hand reached out from beneath their massive bodies and seized the head of the collector who was trying to leave again.

"Get down here!" A delicate shout rang out within the domain, echoing throughout heaven and earth.

Before the collector could even react, he was completely pulled down by that giant hand and slammed heavily onto the ground of the Celestial Realm, unable to move.

The giant golden hand that Diana had created rendered the Collectors utterly powerless against it. It was as if it were a super weapon naturally designed to counter them, offering no resistance whatsoever to the gods.

The giant golden hand belonged to Diana, who was surrounded by these gods, and she was now looking at them with a mocking expression, according to their own origin stories.

“The guy who created the first ray of light,” Diana murmured to herself.

Completely oblivious to the guy who was still being held firmly to the ground by his giant golden hand.

The gods never imagined that this creature, which they mistook for a mere insect, could actually subdue a genuine god. Moreover, judging from the Collector's condition, he had no way to escape from the golden grasp.

That is the cage that can tightly imprison the gods.

“Little one, I suggest you release Him, and we can forgive your disrespect.” A booming voice rang out above Diana’s head, but His tone remained flat and indifferent, even less emotional than Tony’s Jarvis.

Perhaps the predicament of just one god wouldn't make these guys feel any sense of crisis, after all, there are differences between gods.

Just as no god went back to challenge the position of the supreme god OAA, the gods as a whole are not weak, but that does not mean that every god is strong.

The Collector, who is currently pinned to the ground by Diana, can only be considered a lower-ranking deity among the gods.

Nature has no deterrent effect on these gods.

Just like kids on the playground, they would never go to the skinny guy to assert their authority.

Diana did not look up, nor did she answer the words of the deity who spoke; instead, the giant golden hand that had been created reappeared.

Despite the gods' preparations, one god was still caught in the palm of that giant golden hand and hung high in the sky.

"Let's do an experiment," Diana said with a smile, but it seemed as if she wasn't speaking to the gods, but simply talking to herself.

“Little one, you’ve crossed the line.” Only then did Aristom slowly speak, addressing Diana.

As if suddenly realizing something, Diana slapped one hand into the palm of the other: "Let's see what fun things will happen when this universe doesn't have you so-called gods?"

The Celestials have been conducting their so-called experiments throughout the universe. When they descended to Earth, they even interacted with the Earth's deities at the time.

However, the Earth's deities were unable to accomplish the feat of overthrowing their superiors and were forced to relinquish their interference in the fate of humanity.

But how could those guys be content with that? So the high table controlled by the gods came into being. They did not break their promise to the gods, nor did they participate in the development of human destiny. They simply made a sharp knife for human use.

Seeing that Diana completely ignored him, Aristom stretched out his hand, gathered cosmic energy, and aimed it at Diana's location.

Now, as long as we eliminate this little bug, everything will return to normal.

The celestial attack made no sound whatsoever; it was simply a beam of energy that struck the area where Diana was standing.

There wasn't even any smoke or dust; the attack was just like a projection.

But how could a god's attack be a projection? Especially since Arithm is one of the best gods, his attack couldn't possibly be just a show.

However, Aristom did not feel that his attack had missed, but he also did not notice any change in the giant golden hand that was pressing down on the two gods.

So he stretched out his hand, aimed it at the two golden hands, and gently rotated his palm, but he saw no trace of the golden giant hands dissipating; in fact, they seemed to have become even more solid.

Even the two gods who were grabbed by the giant hand were in great pain because of Aristam's actions, but their brains told them that this pain was just their imagination.

Now Aristam was completely baffled. He didn't understand why, even though the little bug that had sneaked into the Celestial Realm was gone, the constructed golden hand still wouldn't collapse. It was completely against the rules of the universe, even violating the laws of the multiverse.

When the user of the energy dies, the energy naturally becomes ownerless and will disappear on its own, waiting for the next host who can use it.

But this thing now shows no sign of dissipating.

Arithm was somewhat skeptical. He didn't believe that the little bug had such an ability. In the current course of the universe, there would never be anyone who could transcend the control of the Celestials, not even the Phoenix host on Earth.

This skeptical god struggled to reverse the cosmic energy surrounding the golden giant hand, attempting to use it to wear it down.

However, the golden giant hand was completely immune to the pull of the surrounding cosmic energy, and even devoured the energy mobilized by Aristom. It was like a strong man who hadn't eaten for three days, wolfing down delicious food. The golden hand was the strong man, and Aristom's energy was the delicious food in the strong man's mouth.

At this moment, OAA finally sensed something was wrong, raised his head, and a pair of eyes, as if cast in gold, appeared in the sky above the entire realm of the gods.

Those eyes blinked slowly, and within them seemed galaxies constantly being born, only to collapse and dissipate with each blink. Those eyes blinked only once, then slowly drifted away from the realm of the gods.

However, OAA is certain that those eyes are still fixed on the Celestial Realm.

OAA's appearance naturally attracted the attention of the gods who were not trapped by the golden giant hand. Those eyes, which were originally bright and star-like, lost their luster when they met those eyes.

As those golden eyes slowly receded into the distance, a nose and mouth, also seemingly cast in gold, gradually emerged.

Although not much time had passed, time seemed to be stretched out as that face kept appearing. The gods felt that time around them had completely stopped, but in reality, time was always running normally.

Until the gods could see the entire face.

Just as gods descend upon other inhabited planets, the owner of that face now looks down upon these self-proclaimed noble beings in the same way.

All the gods recognized that face; it was the little bug that had sneaked in. But now, they had become the little bugs themselves.

"The experiment has begun."

Chapter 140 is here.

Such a huge commotion in the Celestial Realm could not be kept secret.

The golden female head overlooked the realm of the gods, and its golden arms, which embraced the endless star field surrounding the realm of the gods, were impossible to ignore.

Basically, those who were able to keep an eye on the Celestial Realm all saw the golden giant whose full form could not be seen. Even though they were the top powers in this universe, they still couldn't figure out where the golden giant's body was.

Even the dimensional lords from various dimensions would come to see what trouble those self-proclaimed aloof celestial beings had gotten into. After all, not many people liked these guys, but there were always those who enjoyed watching this kind of entertainment.

All they could see were a pair of golden arms and a golden head with long, wavy hair.

The Grandmaster stood on his own planet, Sakaar, while another cosmic elder, the Collector, stood beside him.

"Now, let's make a bet," the Grandmaster said, pointing to the projection in front of them.

"I don't want to gamble with you on whether the Celestials can escape." The Collector didn't think that the Celestials, who were already trapped, would have any power to resist that golden guy.

"No, let's guess whether those higher beings could stop this from happening, shall we?" The Grandmaster stroked his beard with a smile, not believing that the current collector would refuse his suggestion.

“Okay.” The collector agreed to the proposal almost without hesitation. “I’ll reduce the energy.”

Grandmaster Gao showed no sign of annoyance at the collector's preemptive statement. He simply stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Then I'll bet against it. I lost. Haven't you always wanted my championship? I'll give it to you."

The collector couldn't help but glance at the Celestial Venerable. He had mentioned it to the Celestial Venerable before, but the guy hadn't agreed. Now, however, he was willing to take it out.

“Alright, I lost, so I’ll give you a new warrior.” The collector naturally knew his friend’s interests; nothing could be more appealing to him than a brand-new warrior.

The two men had no idea whether those higher beings would descend upon them; in their minds, those beings were bound to be involved in this struggle.

Take, for example, that so-called observer.