Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

A melodious cell phone ringtone sounded; it was Gwen calling.

"Peter, where are you? Have you seen that big thing in the sky? It looks like it's heading straight for Earth! What should we do?"

"Relax, Gwen," Peter replied casually. "I'll handle this guy."

At the same time that Peter and Gwen were talking, Aristom's six eyes locked onto Peter, who now looked like a "mini-god" on the ground.

A cold glint flashed in his red eyes.

The next second, Cersei and the others next to Peter froze on the spot.

A golden ring emerged from their bodies, instantly trapping them in mid-air, even causing their eyes to roll back.

Almost the instant he subdued Cersei and the others, a deep, tremor-like mental shock directly impacted Peter's consciousness:

"God-killer, thief, your existence has crossed the line that the gods cannot violate."

Despite this terrifying psychological impact, Peter remained unfazed.

It wasn't the existence of the Horse and Dog Charms that repaired the damage caused to Peter by the mental shock.

Instead, after becoming a perfect Jinchūriki of the Celestials, Peter became an existence on par with the Celestials.

This kind of telepathic communication, which only carried some emotional fluctuations, naturally could not harm Peter, who was now on the same level as Arithm.

Peter's lips curled into a calm smile beneath his helmet. He hung up the phone and looked up to stare directly at the colossal object that blotted out the entire sky:

"Why are you yelling so loudly!"

Arithm's body seemed to stiffen for a moment.

It was as if they hadn't expected Peter to dare speak to them in such an attitude.

"Also, don't scare my lovely compatriots. If there's anything we need to say, we can just talk about it in space~"

As he spoke, Peter slashed the Black Death Sword in the air, and a spatial rift instantly appeared.

Peter passed through the spatial rift and in the blink of an eye arrived in the universe, standing before Arithm.

Noticing the Black Death Sword in Peter's hand, the red light in Arithm's eyes intensified:

"You god-killer, you will pay the price for everything you have done!"

As he spoke, Aristom slowly raised his right hand, and a golden energy ball, powerful enough to level the entire city of New York, condensed between his five fingers, pointing it in Peter's direction.

Even before the energy sphere was released, it created a terrifying gravitational field in the weightless space.

The surrounding cosmic dust was thrown into the void, light-years away, by the presence of this energy sphere.

Such terrifying power from a mere casual strike speaks volumes about the might of the god Aristom!

The moment the golden energy ball left his hand, it hurtled towards Peter like a miniature sun. The energy ball was at least several kilometers wide.

The intense heat at the edge even ionized the surrounding air into blinding plasma, and the energy sphere, trailing a long golden tail, hurtled toward Peter at near the speed of light.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Peter neither dodged nor evaded; instead, a look of eager anticipation appeared on his face.

"It's a good opportunity to test what kind of power you can unleash in your current state."

As Peter spoke, he clenched his right fist, concentrating all the power of his Heavenly God Jinchuriki Mode into it, and punched the energy ball that was hurtling towards him.

boom!

The instant the fist made contact with the sphere of light, a ring-shaped shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact into the depths of the universe. People could even observe the spread of that energy wave with the naked eye on Earth.

Peter slammed his fist into the energy ball, and the terrifying gravity instantly engulfed him.

But at this moment, Peter, whose body was no different from that of a true god, or even the most excellent god, was not affected in any way.

As an entity capable of destroying a planet with a mere flick of its wrist, wouldn't it be a joke if it were affected by such a small amount of gravity?

The golden energy sphere was instantly shattered, and the explosive energy transformed into an energy storm, causing violent fluctuations in all electrical appliances and signals on Earth.

In space, Peter's figure emerged unharmed from the aftershocks of the explosion, appearing before Arithm.

"Now, it's your turn to experience my power!"

As they spoke, the Black Death Sword appeared in Peter's hand.

The terrifying energy emanating from the blade even put pressure on Arithm.

Peter swung his sword, and a blade of light a thousand meters long illuminated the deathly silent universe.

The power of this strike is so great that it could cut the moon in two with a single blow.

Even the Judge Arithmah couldn't withstand such an attack.

The god had no choice but to raise his hands in an attempt to shatter the blade's edge.

He succeeded, but the shockwave from the explosion forced him back two steps.

This result infuriated Arithm.

Aristom's six eyes gleamed, and the invisible force of his will spread out once more, but this time the message was clearer:

"Your body bears the power of my race; this is blasphemy. Your very existence will be punished by me."

"Who's this ancient-style young man? Can't you speak properly?" Peter complained, then changed his tone and said:

"Furthermore, what right do you have to judge this and that? Oh, you planted the seeds of gods on Earth without permission, quietly waiting for the gods to be born and burst the Earth apart. Is that reasonable?"

Is it an unforgivable crime for us Earthlings to retaliate in self-defense? Who gave you the audacity to apply such double standards?

After Peter spoke, Aristom unexpectedly fell into a long silence.

After a long while, a red light reappeared in his eyes, and he coldly said in a telepathic voice:

"Stubborn to the end!"

As he spoke, he raised his enormous arm, comparable to the Himalayas, and brought it down on Peter, seemingly intending to suppress him on the spot.

"Fine, fine! So you resort to violence when you can't win an argument? I know this trick all too well!"

Peter sneered, instinctively tightening his grip on the Black Death Sword:

"Since you've made this decision, it seems I have no choice but to remind you Celestials of the fear you felt when your comrades were killed by this sword!"

As he spoke, Peter took a deep breath and poured all his power into the sword.

Golden flames ignited on the black-gold blade of the Black Death Sword.

The golden flames almost materialized into liquid, condensing in the air into a huge phantom of a blade.

Peter's Celestial Armor emitted a deafening roar, tearing through space due to the excessive and violent power it possessed.

He held the knife in both hands and slashed down at the palm of Arithm that was pressing down...