"He'll soon pay the price for his actions."

"The primary goal now is to move this hand away, allowing our Reality Cosmos to log into the Twelfth Trial, making the Twelfth Trial completely corporeal."

Because the Reality Cosmos has the Magic Net.

As long as the Virtual Cosmos of the Twelfth Trial overlaps with the Reality Cosmos, this Twelfth Trial will be shrouded in the Magic Net.

If this Celestial Will boss is enveloped in the Magic Net, it'll be easier for me to deal with him!

Magaras, thinking of this, looked at the giant hand propping up the Civilization Train, "I really wonder if it's just a coincidence, he just happens to be propping against our Cosmos, not letting us enter..."

This hand seems to have extremely high density, a structure formed by incomprehensible elements.

He circled around the hand, kicking it, touching it,

"Even after divine power entered, it had no effect, within it is a high-speed eroding vortex of Telekinesis, as if countless cells are spinning, has this become the instinct at this level?"

Realizing the erosion was ineffective, Magaras wasn't surprised.

After all, why do mortals of higher realms pose greater threats to gods?

Simply because the higher the realm, the stronger the basic values, the stronger the eroding ability, the divine power characteristics of gods will be neutralized by the other, rendering them impervious to all arts.

It's not surprising for this Ninth Tier in front of me to have such an extent of eroding power.

Thinking it over, Magaras lit a pipe, puffing away, seemingly conversing with an old friend,

"God, how did you deal with this hand back then?"

God replied, "What? Are you going to use my move now?"

"Of course," Magaras said, as smoke suddenly coiled around his pipe.

The round mouth of the pipe was connected to a portal to a parallel cosmos, summoning the chaotic sun God had previously cast into some parallel cosmos.

Boom!

Magaras gracefully raised the pipe and gently blew.

"Need to reach over? Old thing, Chaos, is quite scorching."

Whoosh—

A chaos fireball swiftly flew forth, enveloping the giant hand!

But a strange thing happened, this giant hand enveloped in chaos burned incredibly slow, like a small flame igniting charcoal, only singeing a layer of skin.

"Itchy..."

The beggar sleeping on the opposite side drowsily turned over, one hand still propping the Civilization Train.

"So arrogant?"

Magaras couldn't help but laugh, suddenly feeling like a twin-pigtailed cockroach circling a drunkard, no matter how he gnawed or bit, the other remained indifferent and ignorant.

—The master doesn't care.

But a mere mortal showing such an attitude toward a god?

Magaras, whose divine pride was entrenched deep into his bones, even a racist discriminating against all mortals equally,

"This guy's density is high, energy level great, he hasn't even noticed the small flame burning yet."

He paused, looking at the exponentially growing chaos, "But soon he'll be in pain!"

This person's mass and density, such a terrifying energy level.

Ordinary people are like white tissues, easily reduced to ash under chaos.

Whereas he is high-energy charcoal, taking a while to ignite fully.

Sure enough.

Mere seconds later, the chaos grew exponentially, finally igniting a finger of the beggar.

"Pain."

A drunken voice suddenly transmitted from the opposition, hazily, "What, that hurts..."

Roar!!!

The giant's deafening voice echoed across the entire sky, as if high-energy particles congregated into whistling winds fiercely scoured everyone's faces.

Painfully striking!

Yet the opposition still drowsily reached out the other hand, about to pour a half-finished bottle of liquor onto the chaos.

"Fire, fire..."

But the alcohol fed the flames.

This liquor, an unknown high-energy liquid, poured over the chaos, instantly burst into vigorous flames, completely igniting his hand.

Ah~

With a shrill scream.

The drunken beggar on the opposite side finally woke up.

His eyes, cleared by intense pain, looked towards the opposing cosmos.

"Damn it, why can a newly ascended civilization unleash such terrifying attacks, breaking my defenses?"

The divine light in his eyes surged, looking towards the other side, incredulously asking: "What exactly did you do?"

On the opposite side of the portal, a cosmic train approached.

Several obscure figures quietly observed, sneering flickering in their eyes.

"Big guy, woke up?"

"Ready to receive guests."

"I hope you withstand my attacks for a while, entertain me."

Magaras, seemingly detecting the other's perplexed gaze, replied casually:

"As for why you're asking?"

"The reason is simple, I got bored fighting with God, took a mid-battle break, and casually struck you, livening up the atmosphere."

Liven up, atmosphere?

The beggar's mind went blank for a moment.

Once he understood how absurd and rebellious those words were, a surge of anger rose in his heart.

He thought he was arrogant and carefree enough, holding on with one hand, ready to casually handle the other upon awakening.

Yet the opponent was even more arrogant, battling someone else, got bored, and casually struck him?

That kind of contempt, banter, and mockery, as if he were the weak challenger, while the other was the mighty Celestial Will Emperor!

"What do you mean by casually, treating me like a stray dog by the roadside?"

"Excellent, you know you can't beat me, and if you wanted to provoke me this way... congratulations, you've succeeded."

The beggar, with exceedingly precise technique, flung away the bizarre fireball, his severely burnt arm rapidly healing, then reached out a finger, emitting a beam of light.

"Pay for your arrogance, brat."

The light beam, exceedingly fine, as thin as a line... no, composed of mere particles, pierced through Magaras's forehead.

The beam instantaneously passed through his body.

Magaras instantly fell, his arrogant visage frozen in place.

"Too slow." In the beggar's eyes, the opponent was slow as a movie's slow-motion scene, unworthy of dodging, daring to provoke him?

Yet the next second, a scene left the beggar dumbfounded.

Everything reversed as if time flowed backward, Magaras restored to his original place, eyes scanning the opposing beggar.

Magaras chuckled,

"Hey! Opposite guy, give your name, as the final Gatekeeper of the Cosmic Twelfth Trial, shouldn't leave without a name just innocently dying."

"My name is Xiu, what exactly did you do?" Xiu paused in silence, finally responded with clarity, asking: "What are you, from where? The flow of time, why so exaggerated upon you?"

The Mother Civilization trio beside fell into complete silence.

Thinking this Twelfth Celestial Will powerhouse—Xiu, dismissed us ascended young civilizations, was outrageous.

Who knew Magaras was even more outrageous, dismissing the other altogether.

"How are both so arrogant?"

Moxia, the talkative romantic with wide eyes, shouted: "Is this the qualification to become a strong person?"

"At least, true strong ones never play with ropes."

The introspective man Sakya snarked, seemingly the group's voice of sarcasm.

Galina's eyes showed a hint of apprehension, her gaze falling upon God alongside, "In terms of pride, the wisdom God forged from pride hasn't spoken yet."

Fortuna beside saw Galina's gaze, puffed her chest, stood firmly next to God, inwardly thinking:

Magaras, merely an imitator of God, the guy clamoring upfront is but an impersonation in the end.

Even arrogance, seeks to outshine God!

"Hmph, forever second in the God imitation contest."