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"The Only Thing Granted Equally to All Is An Unfair Reality."
- Megumi Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen)
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<(Atem POV)>
"Are you certain you want to fight us, Apostle of Death? If you stand with us instead, we can give you everything you desire. Eternal life, power beyond comprehension, a universe-spanning kingdom greater than anything you could dream of, and women beyond the count of worlds. It can all be yours if you just kneel. But refuse, and we will erase you into nothingness. After all, as you've already seen, even death may die." Franklin Richards, twisted by the Many Angled Ones, tried to tempt me with promises of everything a human could possibly crave, his voice distorted as if thousands of nightmareish monsters were speaking through him at the same time.
I honestly couldn't understand why he was even bothered trying to recruit me. Franklin Richards was supposed to be one of the most powerful reality warpers in existence. He was beyond omega-level, rivaling the Celestials themselves. Traveling between universes should have been nothing to him. So why was this Franklin still locked inside this universe? And why hadn't the Many Angled Ones, who controlled his body, already crushed the insurgencies that Reed mentioned, like the machine resistance? For him, it should've been effortless.
I know that by the Marvel multiverse's rules, most Dimension Lords, Outer Gods, and cosmic beings are restricted in how much power they can exert in the material universe or outside their realms. But with Franklin's reality-warping under their command, the Many Angled Ones shouldn't have been limited at all. His abilities should've let them bypass those restrictions completely.
So then why are they bound to this single universe instead of threatening the multiverse itself?
I could only think of two explanations for this. One explanation is that Franklin's consciousness is still buried inside his mind, fighting the control of the Many Angled Ones on him and keeping them from using his full strength. However, this is unlikely since their corruption is almost absolute, and Franklin's soul, no matter how powerful, should not have been able to survive for this long under the combined onslaught of all the Many Angled Ones. So the more probable answer is that this Franklin Richards simply doesn't have the same insane level of power as the canonical one.
"What you're offering, I already have. And what I don't, I'll take for myself. There's nothing you can tempt me with that would make me join you. And understand this, Many Angled Ones-I didn't accept the job of annihilating all of you from Mistress Death just for some measly reward, though that definitely played a part. The real reason I came here is that I despise eldritch parasites like you. All you rodents bring along with you is destruction and madness. You're nothing but vermin-good for nothing except being wiped out." I replied, my voice carrying nothing but contempt.
[Ding! New Mission detected!]
[Mission Title: I am an Eldritch Pest Control Novice!]
[Mission Description: Implement the concept of death on the Many Angled Ones and their host and show them what death feels like. Show them that even eldritch beings are just mortal vermin in front of a New God. Prove yourself by completely obliterating Franklin's body along with their entire existence!]
[Mission Reward: 1 legendary-tier special ability, 1 Annihilargh detonator]
"Man, sounds like the system's lining me up with something good. If this is the same Annihilargh explosive device I'm thinking of, that alone makes this mission worth it. Guess it's finally time I got some broken gear, huh?... Still, the rewards just show how strong even this version of Franklin Richards really is," I muttered, raising my hand in front of my face. "But again, I've got an ace of my own." A feral grin spread across my lips as I snapped my fingers the same way Franklin had earlier. "Divine Domain."
