Black-robed Superman from a certain American comic book

As Icarus listened to Jupiter's mockery, his face gradually fell. He gradually acknowledged the fact that he could not break free from Jupiter's control. While feeling a sense of defeat, he also felt a sense of pleasure at being freed from his destiny.

"Humph~"

Jupiter sneered as he watched Icarus grow increasingly desperate. Without saying a word, he intensified his absorption of energy from the four of them!

One minute later...

After the last of the power was absorbed from the bodies of the three Eternals and the mutant, the three Eternals were completely reduced to mortals, while the mutant had become a withered corpse.

"Om~"

After absorbing the energy of the four people present, Jupiter cleaned up all the energy of the Eternals on this planet. His body shone with the golden light unique to the Eternals, and then he transformed into a dazzling beam of light and soared into the sky.

"Forehead……"

After Jupiter disappeared into the clouds, Dane, who had been immobilized by the immense telekinetic power, finally stood up from the ground.

"so……"

What exactly happened?

Dane looked at the three silent people beside him and asked.

"We have lost our power."

"We have now become mortals."

Seeing that the other two were unwilling to speak, Cersei pursed her lips and looked at Dane to explain.

"So, you'll start getting old from now on, right?"

Dane's eyes lit up after hearing Cersei's words. To be honest, this news wasn't bad news for him.

"Forehead……"

"That's basically it."

Upon hearing this, Cersei's mind went blank for a moment before she nodded.

"This is a..."

Dane smiled. He was going to try to talk some sense into Cersei and at the same time try to take things a step further with her.

"This is a good thing!"

Before Dane could speak, Spike spoke first.

"We are no longer Eternals. We are just humans, ordinary humans. We no longer need to move every five years because of our immortality, nor do we need to defend our duty as Eternals because of this extraordinary power within us. We are free!"

Spike was thrilled. She had been looking forward to this day, this day of becoming a normal person, for a very long time, and today she had finally succeeded…

"Maybe it's a good thing, just like you said."

Cersei's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed because of Spike's words. She was no longer a member of the Eternals, but just an ordinary woman. Perhaps she could, and it was time for, to pursue her own peaceful and happy life.

"..."

Icarus remained silent; he had been silent ever since he lost his power.

Especially after Icarus saw the excited Spike and Cersei preparing to pursue happiness, he became even more silent. After thinking for a while, Icarus turned around, seemingly intending to do something.

"Icarus, where are you going?"

Spike looked at Icarus, who had turned around, and asked.

"Go and finish the tasks that I haven't completed yet."

Icarus spoke, looking at Spike behind him.

"You have no strength left, what can you still do?!"

Spike looked at Icarus, who had lost all his power, and asked in bewilderment.

“I can still find people who can help us. I need to find out who this person who keeps taking our power is and what his purpose is. That’s what I need to do.”

After Icarus finished speaking, he walked forward without looking back, his figure gradually disappearing into the dimly lit street.

"Will Icarus be in any danger?"

Spike watched Icarus disappear, muttering to himself, seemingly both dissatisfied and worried, fearing that Icarus, having lost his superpowers, might suffer some harm.

"There's nothing we can do to help him right now."

Cersei grasped Spike's small hand. Right now, they were nothing more than a frail woman and a little girl who hadn't grown up yet. Even if they wanted to help, they couldn't possibly do anything to Icarus. At this moment, instead of chasing after him and causing him unnecessary trouble, it was better to silently watch Icarus's retreating figure and pray for him.

"I know……"

Spike nodded; she knew they couldn't help Icarus in any way.

All they can do now is try their best not to cause Icarus any trouble!

Meanwhile, after leaving the group, Jupiter went straight to the Land of Divine Manifestation without any hesitation...

He floated in the air, his body radiating endless light, attempting to communicate with the consciousness within the planet...

As Jupiter's consciousness continued to sink, he experienced for the first time what it meant to be enormous!

That golden soul was like a star radiating endless light!

Compared to the enormous consciousness before him, which resembled a star, Jupiter felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

"Wow, that's huge!!"

"Is this what a god is?"

Jupiter stared at the soul before him and slowly swallowed. The power of the gods before him, or more accurately, the power of the sleeping god Tiamu, truly made Jupiter envious. If he were to swallow all of this power, he could probably cause his energy level to rise explosively!

"Who are you?!"

Just as Jupiter was feeling the power of the gods before him and was shocked, a slightly immature but infinitely majestic voice entered Jupiter's mind.

"I'm just an ordinary person passing by who doesn't want Earth to be destroyed."

Jupiter explained his identity.

"Is Earth going to be destroyed?"

That childish voice continued to echo in Jupiter's mind.

"That's right, because you're about to 'manifest as a god'."

"The moment you hatch from this planet, all life on it will die—humans, the Deviants, the Eternals—all will perish."

Jupiter addressed Tiamu's question by explaining.

"..."

After hearing Jupiter's words, Tiam fell silent, seemingly deep in thought.

"I don't want anyone to die, whether they are humans, Eternals, or Deviants. I don't want to hurt anyone. Is there any way to save everyone?"

Tiamu's childish voice rang out once again. Young Tiamu seemed very kind and unwilling to harm anything.

Even those who are despised by the other gods, Tiamu did not want to harm.

"You are very kind."

Jupiter breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that Tiamu was unwilling to harm any being.

It seems that the Tiamu in the MCU, like the Tiamu in other Marvel universes, is incredibly kind, to the point that it seems unbelievable to other gods.

"Kind?!"

Tiamu was analyzing the words Jupiter uttered and completing his own evolution.

"I don't know if I'm kind, I just don't want to hurt anyone..."

Is there any way to save everyone?

Tiam said he couldn't understand the meaning of the word "kindness." The word was too complicated for him, even for Tiam. He just wanted to know if he could save those lives, even if those lives were as insignificant as bacteria to him, a god.

"Please continue to sleep, Tiamu!"

"Transfer your excess power to me, then continue to sleep!"

Jupiter began to deceive Tiamu.

"To transfer the power to you, and then continue to sleep?"

Tiam understood Jupiter's meaning: Jupiter wanted him to continue sleeping there.

"Yes! Only in this way can everyone be saved!"

Jupiter's lips curled into a slight smile; in his view, fooling a child was a piece of cake.

"No! Tiam doesn't want to stay asleep any longer; it's boring to be alone."

Just when Jupiter thought he had successfully fooled a god, Thiam refused Jupiter's request.

"what?!"

Jupiter hadn't expected Tiam to reject him, especially for such a simple reason—just boredom…

"Tiamu, if you don't choose to sleep, you won't be able to save all the lives."

Jupiter hoped to persuade Tiamu with his silver tongue.

"There's always another way, let's try something else..."

Tiamuna's childish voice hoped that Jupiter could come up with another solution.

“I can choose another one, but I need some preparation time! So I still need you to sleep for a while, Tiamu.”

Jupiter, using his clever mind, tried to persuade him.

"..."

Tiam remained silent for a long time, seemingly deep in thought.

"it is good!"

In the end, Tiamu agreed with Jupiter.

"Tiamu, you should sleep for a hundred years. A hundred years is enough time for all the creatures on this planet to move away."

Jupiter was cautious; he first gave a rather short number, a mere hundred years.

"It's too long!"