Starting as a Class Five Mutant-Chapter 587

As the words echoed in their ears, everyone froze.

Creator God... Death?!

By now, thanks to Thor's earlier explanations, they understood what "Creator Gods" were.

These were cosmic-level entities—literal aspects of the universe itself.

Abstract, absolute concepts incarnate, wielding powers that defied understanding.

And now, this skeletal figure in a black robe...

Was the Creator God of Death?

Tony Stark and the others looked on in disbelief.

At that moment—

Hearing Syd's calm acknowledgment, the Goddess of Death tilted her head in mild surprise.

"You know me?" she asked, her tone curious.

She was genuinely surprised.

Typically, she remained in the Death Realm and only ever manifested before those who caught her interest.

But this radiant being in front of her—she had neither met him nor shown herself to him before.

So... how could he recognize her?

Her hollow eye sockets flickered with doubt.

While she was caught in thought, Tony and the others were furiously trying to guess her intentions.

"Why is one of the Creator Gods—Death—here?"

"What does she want?"

Among the crowd, Doctor Strange had a hunch—and a look of worry crept across his face.

Could it be...?

Then—

Amid the hushed whispers, the Goddess of Death seemed to lose interest in her curiosity and instead gave a cold smile.

A moment later, her gaze locked onto Syd, and she spoke again:

"How did you do it? How did you manage to deceive me?"

"If you hadn't resurrected so many, I wouldn't have sensed the anomaly."

Her voice dropped in tone, colder, heavier:

"Your actions violate the laws of death. You've disturbed the balance of the universe."

"They were not meant to live again."

She glanced toward Odin and the others.

The moment she said that, Doctor Strange's heart sank. So she really is here to pass judgment.

He couldn't deny it—Syd had revived too many people.

If he were in her place, he wouldn't have ignored it either.

The tension in the air thickened.

Tony, Thor, and the others were quick to catch on, and unease flickered in their eyes.

"Are they about to fight...?"

"Who would win?"

None of them were sure.

If anything, they leaned toward the Goddess of Death.

After all, this universe wasn't Syd's home turf. He held no natural advantage here.

Not to mention—she was Death itself. Ancient. Enduring. Absolute.

Just thinking about it made the concern in their hearts deepen.

Then, as if verifying their fears, Death spoke again, eyeing Syd:

"You... who are you? You don't belong to our universe."

Clearly, she had detected something.

Syd replied calmly, "I am Light."

"Light?" Death murmured, clearly puzzled.

She didn't quite grasp what he meant.

As she stared at the divine glow surrounding him, she pondered silently.

Some kind of light god?

That wouldn't be surprising. Many pantheons had their own gods of light.

But to Death, beings like that meant very little.

To mortals and lesser deities, they were powerful. But to her? They were insects—no different from ordinary humans, only larger, slightly harder to crush.

Still, in that silence, someone in the crowd mumbled softly:

"He's a Creator God... from another universe."

That single sentence drew every gaze—including Death's—to the speaker.

The skeletal goddess visibly froze.

A Creator God... from another universe?

She blinked—if a skeleton could blink—visibly confused.

She shook her head.

There were only five Creator Gods in any universe.

Even in parallel ones, that number remained fixed.

A sixth? Impossible.

With that thought, her empty gaze locked back on Syd.

It was time to discipline this imposter.

She began to raise her skeletal hand—

But then paused.

She felt it.

A familiar pressure. Several... presences... watching her.

And she immediately recognized them.

Eternity. Infinity. Oblivion.

Her gaze flickered.

She was surprised—but not entirely.

Still, it was rare for those three to be so nosy.

They really had nothing better to do?

Truth be told—they really didn't.

At that very moment, those three abstract gods were observing the situation.

"Death's out of her realm again. What's she up to this time? Picking a fight with some unknown being?"

"Interesting..."

They watched, amused.

But none of them were particularly worried.

After all, who could beat Death?

She was the embodiment of the end.

She could wield infinite power, command souls, kill or resurrect at will, control entire pantheons.

Even the gods of Asgard or Olympus bowed to her domain.

This glowing figure might be powerful... but the result was inevitable.

As those gods spectated from afar, and the others held their breath, Death prepared to strike—

Only to be stopped by something unexpected.

Syd moved first.

He didn't attack.

He simply surrendered himself to a feeling deep within—to become the Light of this universe.

And in the blink of an eye—before Death could act—

He vanished, dissolving into countless strands of light.

"Hmm?"

The skeletal hand hung in the air.

Death froze.

She sensed... a subtle shift in the laws of this universe—but it had happened too fast for her to fully grasp.

"What did he just do?" she muttered.

Even Eternity, Infinity, and Oblivion felt a jolt of confusion.

Not far away—

Thor stared, wide-eyed.

"Where did he go...?"

Black Panther and the others were equally confused.

But then—something impossible occurred. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

From the spot where the white-robed god had vanished, an indescribable light burst forth.

In a flash, that strange, sacred brilliance swept over them all—

And in an instant, all of New Asgard was bathed in that divine radiance.

(End of Chapter)

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