Chapter 2011: Lighting the Strange Dream in the Heart (Part 41)

When it comes to disaster relief capabilities, humans are also unique in the entire universe. After all, there aren't many civilizations in the universe with such poor physical fitness, and even fewer civilizations whose tiny planet has to be divided into hundreds of pieces. When one side is in trouble, all sides watch.

The physical fitness of Spartax planet people is much stronger than that of humans. Regardless of whether pain sensation degradation is a good thing or not, anyway, jumping several meters high and persisting for a few minutes in corrosive liquid is no problem. This makes their escape ability far superior to humans who can't carry or lift.

Quill does have experience in this regard, because he participated in many disaster drills at school and encountered tornadoes when working at NASA, so he learned how to evacuate just by watching.

He organized disaster relief in an orderly manner, which made Jason breathe a sigh of relief. He couldn't leave here now, after all, this group of big guys wanted to destroy the entire star system at any time.

But he only missed one point. The main members of any civilization, as long as they are intelligent creatures and have feelings, will hope that their leaders will stand with them when a disaster occurs, rather than disappearing alone.

Even if their leader is powerless, even if he can only shout slogans or be a spiritual flag, it is a great encouragement to those who are deep in disaster.

And if, on the contrary, he is unwilling to even shout slogans, or even doesn't appear, one can imagine how much resentment the public will have.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the Celestials on the opposite side were all huddled together, trembling, looking at everyone as if they were infected. Meanwhile, the Collector's symptoms were getting worse and worse, and he was almost dying before long. Schiller finally stood out.

"I wonder if you have heard of Battleworld?"

Everyone's attention was attracted to him. Except for the few who knew the plan, the demon gods were basically all blank-faced, but Arishem of the Celestial Group tentatively said.

"Are you talking about that special universe standing outside the world?"

The Celestials hadn't left the single universe, but after all, the mobility of the five great gods in this universe was relatively high. Eternity and Death were always on business trips, Oblivion always disappeared, and Adam was mysterious. So, between coming and going, the Celestials had also heard some rumors.

These rumors were mostly about the inside of the Great World and their own universe. And now the most popular topic in the Great World was that there was a special universe outside the world that was selecting souls to participate in a competition.

It could be said that all the five great gods were spreading it, and they were all guessing whether their top boss would make a response to this. After all, pulling the souls of life within the universe out was a relatively sensitive move. Before the boss expressed his stance, they didn't dare to say it was okay, nor did they dare to say it wasn't, so they could only chat privately.

"Yes, I have some understanding of Battleworld..."

Just as Schiller said this, the Iron Demon God beside him rolled his eyes, and Mephisto, who had watched Schiller draw a pie for Owen with his own eyes, rolled his eyes even bigger.

What do you mean you have some understanding? Does it refer to the kind where you know everyone from the plan to the organization of personnel to the participating personnel?

But they all tacitly didn't speak. Obviously, Schiller was going to draw another big pie for another group of creatures.

"That is a special universe spanning between two worlds. Its appearance is to strengthen the communication between various worlds."

This opening remark of Schiller made the Celestial Group mistakenly think that this was actually an action acquiesced by the gods of this universe, and then they heard Schiller say.

"The contestants going to this universe include not only the life of our universe, but also the life of other universes in the Great World, and even more so, the life in other worlds like ours."

"Perhaps in our own universe, indeed no one can save you who have contracted the plague, but stones from other hills can serve to polish the jade of this one. Maybe there are people in other universes or other worlds in our world who have a way?"

"And..." Schiller dragged out a long tone, looked at the Celestials standing together, and said, "You have already had contact with your companions who contracted the plague. No one knows if you have that kind of bug in your bodies now."

"Not to mention what impact your collective death will have on the universe, at least the reaction before you die is a devastating disaster for the life of a planet."

After speaking, they looked at the Collector who was vomiting and twitching non-stop. Now Odin and his son were holding up this giant, otherwise he would have fallen and smashed into the Spartax planet long ago.

The Celestial Group seemed a bit hesitant. Arishem stood out and said, "Although we want to go to other places to find a glimmer of hope, will the owner of that universe really agree to let us in?"

"Negotiation is possible, but you should be able to imagine that a person who can construct a universe between two worlds and obtain the consent of both sides probably won't be easily moved by ordinary conditions." Schiller expressed helplessly.

And those who understood the ins and outs began to roll their eyes again.

How should I put it? This whole set of Schiller's plan couldn't be called fishing anymore. This belonged to the kind where after electrifying the fish pond with high voltage, he said to the fish floating on the water with their bellies up, "Go find treatment at the butcher's stall."

Several Celestials looked at each other and exchanged low voices. The Exterminator said, "If that's the case, I think we can't provide resources that can move him, then this journey has no meaning."

"Perhaps you should change your thinking." Schiller continued, "The other party must have their purpose in holding this competition, but there is no doubt that they are like all organizers of competitions, hoping that the event they hold will be a great success."

"If you can provide any help for this competition, perhaps the other party won't mind treating your illness or letting you recuperate. What do you think?"

Very good, now he is suggesting that the fish lie on the fish stall and sell themselves.

Several Celestials looked at each other again and felt moved. They thought that since they belonged to the top powerful life in this universe, perhaps they could also rank in the forefront in other universes.

High life level and powerful physical strength were resources in themselves. To put it bluntly, rich second generations depend on luck, engineers depend on hard work, and security guards just need to be healthy, right?

Seeing a glimmer of hope, the Celestial Group immediately said, "Please help us contact the owner of that universe. I think we should be able to help him, and I hope he can also help us."

Other onlookers present all sighed in unison. This plan was still not clear and simple. A chef was cooking with all his might, and the fish in the pot still couldn't make any waves before being cooked. The food wasn't made for themselves, so why watch eagerly? Let's disperse.

Before leaving, Mephisto complained to Schiller: "It's been a long time since there were decent membership gifts. Can you put some heart into it?"

"The few behind are okay, the first one who got sick probably can't be saved." Schiller looked left and right and lowered his voice, "You go and pick it up quietly, no one is stopping you. Can a parasite make you sick?"

Mephisto laughed immediately. He rubbed his hands and said, "I haven't eaten a Celestial yet, but I thought you had other arrangements for him. Don't you humans want it?"

"There is one on Earth, we are planning to dig that one. By the way, when do you plan to go to Battleworld to see?"

"Can I go in?" Mephisto's eyes lit up.

"Have to wait, wait until we perfect the official version of the rules, and we will send you an invitation letter... Shi Difen, Shi Difen, don't leave yet, wait for me! Send me to the Galactic Council headquarters, there are a few friends waiting for us there."

After speaking, Schiller caught up with Strange, and the two opened a portal and left together.

They were heading to the Galactic Council headquarters, located at the center of the galaxy, not far from Sagittarius, on a giant planet east of the black hole.

It was also quite prosperous with ships coming and going, but it was much worse than the Ring Sector and the Shi'ar Empire's Great Portal Area. Many of the spaceships here were clearly still chemical fuel, looking quite retro—retro for the three great empires.

The Galactic Council did have regulations for portals, but obviously the Sorcerer Supreme or the entire Kamar-Taj was the type of people they couldn't stop. Strange opened a portal to the top of the Galactic Council headquarters, and the two landed directly above the Council Hall.

Looking down, they only saw a chaotic battle.

Obviously, the combination of Rey, Finn, and Solo couldn't be peaceful wherever they went. An interstellar scavenger, a member of the Rebel Alliance, a ranger—none of them looked like they would talk properly.

The portal that sent them over was also opened above the hall, making it impossible for them to see the original appearance of the entire building. But once they thought that the Clone Army might be waiting for invasion in some secret corner of the universe, they couldn't wait to rush in and question the Prime Minister.

The background story of Star Wars also had many humanoid creatures, at most the number of fingers was different, while the Galactic Council in Marvel had the vast majority as humanoid creatures, at most with different skin colors.

And most of the architectural styles of certain cosmic management organizations that appeared in such works were similar. Simply put, they were the US Capitol with added technological elements—all were a round hall surrounding a group of people, with upper senators sleeping and lower senators fighting.

So when the few people went in, they didn't notice anything wrong, and drove straight in, looking for the Prime Minister's office by feeling.

Solo felt that this infiltration operation might be relatively dangerous, so he let Rey, who had already felt the Force, try to explore and master the principles herself.

And unexpectedly, Rey's Force went out of control during the infiltration process, and this group of outsiders who were specially sent here, sure enough, just like in the plan, stirred the Galactic Council upside down like a stirrer. ===== CHAPTER 2012 =====

The portal that sent them over also opened above the main hall, preventing them from seeing the full appearance of the building, but the moment they thought about the clone army potentially waiting in some secret corner of the universe to invade, they couldn't wait to rush in and question the Prime Minister.

The universe of Star Wars also features many humanoid beings, with differences at most in the number of fingers, while the vast majority of the Galactic Council in Marvel are humanoid beings, differing at most in skin color.

And the architectural style of most cosmic management organizations appearing in such works is about the same; simply put, it's the U. S. Capitol Building with added technological elements—all consisting of a circular hall surrounding a group of people, with upper senators sleeping and lower senators fighting.

So when the few of them went in, they didn't notice anything wrong, driving straight in and finding the Prime Minister's office by intuition.

It just so happened that Solo felt this infiltration mission might be quite dangerous, so he let Rey, who had already begun to sense the Force, further attempt to explore and master the principles herself.

And unsurprisingly, Rey's Force went out of control during the infiltration, and these strangers who were specifically sent here, just as planned, stirred the Galactic Council upside down like a stirrer in a cesspit.