The Fist Universe No. 01 has now drastically cut down its matter to just 0.5%, barely able to protect itself, and has begun self-sealing.
It's fair to say that, at this Realm, it's tough to kill each other.
Just like the Light Ancient God, and this mastermind universe in front of us, these monsters hide within the era, temporarily retiring, while ready to venture out at any time to contest the world.
But the money that can't be secured, they send it over to tarnish my name?
Sending it into my pocket, and still wish to give it back? Divide the spoils?
Not a chance!
Nokron expressed: if your conduct is upright, shadow won't touch you.
That fake Nokron from Universe No. 01 isn't me personally, so why spit out the money to evenly divide it, to prove one's innocence?
"I, Nokron, am inherently pure and innocent." Nokron snorted coldly, "Someone is impersonating me over there, sending money to smear me."
Atabia rushed over: "..."
He was dumbfounded.
