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Chapter 286 The Creator Appears

"There's no time like the present."

The moment Russell finished speaking, countless stars from the depths of the universe twinkled.

In an instant, Earth-616 transformed from a clear, bright day into a night sky filled with stars.

Russell looked up into the depths of the night sky.

Countless stars twinkled, vaguely outlining a figure.

The next moment, a phantom-like figure emerged from the depths of the starry sky.

One moment the figure was still deep in the starry sky, and the next moment it appeared in front of Russell and the others.

"Master Russell, I have been following you for a long time."

Russell looked at the Creator, whose figure was right before him, but whose voice remained ethereal, as if coming from the depths of the starry sky.

and…

Russell's expression was somewhat strange.

The creator of this ancient god before him had a style that was almost identical to the Eternity in Russell's mind.

Its body is formed by the vast starry sky, adorned with countless stars.

It was as if the universe was his body and the stars were his acupoints.

"Have you been following me for a long time?"

Russell asked.

Although he has experienced a lot since entering the Marvel Universe, it has only been three to five years at most.

Three to five years is just a blink of an eye for a being like the Creator, who has existed for at least billions of years, or even longer.

Stars twinkled on the face of the Creator.

Even without facial features, Russell could read his expression.

It was a mixture of melancholy and joy.

"Empty, meaningless years, even billions of years are but a fleeting moment."

"And the time filled with anticipation feels incredibly long, every second."

The Creator paused, his joy radiating outwards without restraint.

Russell, Whitebeard, the Ancient One, Gaia, and Atum all sensed it clearly.

The Creator is rejoicing over the salvation of the survivors of the ancient gods!

This creator of the ancient gods has never abandoned the race of the ancient gods for billions of years.

He made many efforts, but always with little success.

But finally, after many years, he saw hope.

Feeling this joy, Gaia, the only ancient god still remaining on Earth-616, couldn't help but wipe away tears from the corners of her eyes.

Gaia then looked at Russell, her eyes gleaming.

"Master Russell, please help us."

Gaia leaned forward and spoke slowly, her lips barely moving.

Russell's eyes twitched, and he secretly diverted a sliver of his mind to control his body's reaction.

Gaia's expression and tone reminded him of Wanda last night.

While Wanda was overwhelmed by her abnormal mental state, Russell wasn't much better off.

Ordinary people are saints after the fact, and so was he.

But he didn't have a timeout schedule afterward, only short breaks during quarters and when he committed fouls.

Russell looked straight ahead, his eyelids lowered to the vertical plane of the thunder.

"That is exactly what I wish for."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"but…"

Russell's gaze remained fixed on Gaia, but the Creator knew it was time for him to make his statement.

"Master Russell, I would like to offer twenty percent of the World Tree's energy as a token of my gratitude for your help in healing the ancient gods."

The voice of the Creator is full of sincerity and expectation.

The offer he made was also very tempting to Russell.

only…

Russell kept his eyes lowered, pondered for a moment, and waited for Gaia to straighten up before slowly speaking:

"Creator, there is something I don't quite understand."

"Are the surviving ancient gods worth such a high price?"

The Creator seemed to smile.

He looked up into the depths of the starry sky and remained silent for a long time.

Russell and the others followed the gaze of the Creator.

Whitebeard, Ancient One, Gaia, and Atem saw stars shining in the depths of the universe.

Russell saw it.

Those layers of cosmic barriers, the desolate world beyond endless space and time.

(End of this chapter)