Sycarion looked at the 33 Supremes and smirked.
Everyone had a solemn look on their face. The universe was facing an existential threat for the first time since its birth.
Odin asked in a solemn voice, "Who are you? How did you enter our universe? And what do you want?"
Sycarion didn't reply immediately. He was looking at everyone with mockery in his eyes.
"I guess I can tell you ants now that you all are going to die eventually.
I am Sycarion Voss Ithrael, the slave of my master. I was heavily injured when some damn bastards attacked me 500 million years ago. I was running away from them, and I found this low-level universe. The good thing was that my power level had dropped significantly that time, that's why I could enter this universe.
I lay low for 500 million years after that. My body needed destined people to swallow their fate. It was your luck that I wasn't fully healed in the previous tournament where you all gathered 100 million years ago.
