The Mighty God did not lie. His proposal was carefully crafted from Ragna 's perspective, presenting an undeniable temptation.
It offered not only a path to avoid unnecessary conflicts and casualties but also a way for Ragna to stand unchallenged at the pinnacle of the universe.
But was meaning truly that important?
Ragna struggled to understand.
The Celestials, entities who had shaped the cosmos since its infancy, were willing to place their entire species' fate in his hands just to uncover the truth of their existence.
The Holy Kaisha's ability to weaken the Celestials meant that, should Ragna choose, the Sacred Heavenly Palace could effortlessly wipe them from existence.
Was the pursuit of meaning truly more important than survival?
Or had the Celestial Clan, along with the Elders of the Universe, simply lived for too long? Had they reached a point where the concept of mere existence without purpose was unbearable?
For beings who had persisted for eons, perhaps simply living was not enough—they needed significance, or they preferred oblivion.
Ragna could not yet comprehend this mindset. He had not existed for hundreds of millions of years.
But that didn't mean he couldn't accept their proposal.
It was, after all, an excellent offer.
After careful consideration, Ragna nodded in agreement.
With that, the Celestials departed from Vormir, withdrawing to the farthest edges of the cosmos, distancing themselves from Ragna 's domain.
The three surviving Elders of the Universe likewise chose to scatter, each taking residence on a separate world under Ragna 's rule.
They had lost too much to challenge him now.
This display of vulnerability was their form of submission.
By residing within his territory, under his watchful eye, they demonstrated their sincerity.
At last, the meeting at Vormir had ended. The cosmic assembly dissolved, leaving only silence in the ruins of the battlefield.
Hela watched the departing Celestials but made no effort to stop them.
The events of the day weighed on her.
For the first time, her mind was not preoccupied with Asgard's lost glory or her thirst for vengeance against the gods.
Instead, she stood before Ragna , staring at him with unwavering intensity, waiting—demanding—a real answer.
Ragna met her gaze but remained silent.
Could he even explain the truth?
Were they merely characters from a movie locked within his memories?
And if the Marvel Cinematic Universe was not a true universe, then what was this reality?
An infinite multiverse meant infinite possibilities—perhaps even infinite realities.
Finally, Ragna exhaled.
"Heimdall," he called.
Then, turning to Hela, he said, "Return to Asgard. Stop thinking about this."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"Three months. In three months, I might have a real answer."
Hela studied him for a moment, then nodded silently.
A flash of iridescent light—Bifrost took her away.
With everyone else gone, Ragna turned his gaze toward Sacred Keisha's severed silver wing.
A shimmering blue glow surrounded them, and in the next instant, they had all returned to Angel Star.
Keisha said nothing as she stepped into the Reincarnation Pool, submerging herself in the sacred waters.
The divine energies flowed around her, gathering and restoring the shattered fragments of her silver wing.
One month—just one month, and Keisha would be whole again.
Vormir had been the battleground for one of the most cataclysmic conflicts in cosmic history.
It had drawn the mightiest beings in existence—the Celestials, the Elders of the Universe, and Ragna himself.
The battlefield had been left in ruins.
The Elders of the Universe had suffered devastating losses.
Yet, in the grander scheme of things, the universe remained at peace.
For the ordinary civilizations across the cosmos, the war at Vormir was unknown, its significance unfathomable.
They were oblivious to how close the universe had come to total annihilation.
They were blissfully unaware that the power of the six Infinity Gems could have rewritten the fabric of existence itself.
Ignorance was their shield.
And so, life continued.
The Sacred Heavenly Palace solidified its rule.
The banners of the Holy Order spread across the galaxy.
The fear of divine justice kept the lawless at bay, and even the once-rampant predators of the universe began to vanish.
Those few who still dared to act against the new order were swiftly hunted down by mercenaries seeking Ragna 's bounties.
Ragna did not intend to eliminate all conflict—such was the nature of civilization.
But he had established order.
And in that order, peace thrived.
One month passed in the blink of an eye.
The Reincarnation Pool had absorbed an enormous amount of faith energy.
Liang Bing and Hexi had forged their own divine weapons.
Even without wielding the Infinity Gems, their strength had reached the precipice of the fourth-tier divine limit.
Meanwhile, Ragna had finally secured the Sovereign's artificial cocoon technology.
By harvesting the energies of the starry void, he successfully created a new, immensely powerful android.
He named her Eve.
With Eve's addition, the Sacred Heavenly Palace gained yet another formidable warrior.
Mass production of android soldiers soon followed.
These synthetic beings, imbued with fragments of souls, were not only Ragna 's most loyal warriors but also his most devoted worshippers.
Their faith would strengthen him.
The Holy Heavenly Palace grew ever more powerful.
Across the universe, none could now oppose Ragna .
And yet, he did not stop strengthening his forces.
Because Ragna still did not know the full extent of the truth.
The system had been silent for too long.
But through his own battles and experiments—through his mastery of solar energy and the creation of androids—Ragna had finally transcended to the fourth-tier divine limit.
Even without the Sun Scepter, he now wielded the raw energy of a Universal-Level God Father.
The sun was not merely a force of destruction—it was also a source of creation and hope.
Power was not just about combat levels.
It was about energy—its depth, its application, its control.
The deeper one's mastery, the higher one's strength.
Ragna had reached a new level of understanding.
And at that moment, standing beside the Reincarnation Pool, he watched as Sacred Keisha slowly emerged, her radiant silver wings fully restored.
"It's time," he whispered.
"We don't need threats."
The Observer race had never directly interfered in cosmic affairs.
They had watched. Always watched.
They had hidden within the cracks of time and space, convinced they could exist untouched, unchallenged, unseen.
But in the universe, nothing could remain truly outside of events.
Sometimes, a civilization was not destroyed because it had offended a more powerful force—
Sometimes, a civilization was destroyed simply because it had the potential to become a threat.
And that was enough.
Upon Keisha's silver wings, the six Infinity Gems shimmered.
A pulse of silent, terrifying energy rippled through the cosmos.
The Observers never saw it coming.
They had no time to react.
Across the universe, they froze in place—
And then, in the blink of an eye, the entire race was erased.
They had watched the universe for eons.
But in the end, none had watched over them.
Their extinction was swift. Absolute.
Keisha's expression paled, and one of her silver wings turned gray once more.
Ragna nodded to her but said nothing.
Instead, he stepped forward and embraced her.
Then, without a word, he carried her back to the Reincarnation Pool.
She would need to recover again.
For in another month, she would have to unleash the full power of the six gems once more.
And the universe's greatest secrets were still waiting to be uncovered.
JOIN MY PATREON TO READ ADVANCE 100+ CHAPTERS
PATREON.com/Kora_1