Marvel : Godly Lottery System

Like a miniature black-furred lion king, Zane stood high, gazing down at the crowd below with an air of authority. A proud voice rumbled from his throat:

"The master said, you don't need to bother yourselves anymore…"

"He has already found the place, where Death resides."

"He also asked me to tell you to stay put and wait here for his triumphant return."

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An endless void, pitch-black and oppressive.

At this moment, more than just the white-mist planet where Death dwells floated in this desolation.

Beneath the white-mist planet, countless small, dark, and somber celestial bodies were scattered like a starry web, drifting above the bubbling Styx.

Among them, twelve celestial bodies stood out, larger and more imposing than the rest.

The white-mist planet, where Death resided, hovered far above them all.

Its colossal form stood out strikingly, like a king sitting on a throne in the imperial court, presiding over his ministers.

"He's here!"

Suddenly, a loud cry echoed from the outermost of the dark planets surrounding the white-mist sphere.

"He's here!"

"He's here!"

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One by one, the cry passed from planet to planet, a resounding chant that reverberated through the entire dark realm.

The echoes stirred the stagnant, deathly silence of the ghostly domain, injecting it with a sense of vigor.

Then, from beneath the constellation of stars, the sluggishly flowing black Styx began to churn violently, bubbling as though boiling over.

Boom!

A vortex spiraled up, hurling a dark celestial body into the air.

Upon it stood a towering figure wielding a scythe engulfed in black flames, with long legs planted firmly on the surface of the celestial sphere.

It was Zane, his quantum-expanded form towering hundreds of meters tall.

"This is more like it—feels much more commanding…" 

"Death, I'm here! Now hand over the soul body that's rightfully mine!"

Zane swept his gaze around the ghostly domain, frowning in displeasure.

"Too dark. Death doesn't have to mean 'black.' Such an outdated notion."

"I say, let there be light!"

At his words, brilliant flames burst forth from Zane's form, a dazzling array of multicolored light illuminating the entirety of the Netherworld of the Styx.

This once gloomy and morbid place now brimmed with an unexpected, vibrant beauty.

It was then that Zane noticed the dense cluster of black celestial bodies before him, arranged in three layers, all orbiting the highest white-mist planet like satellites around a moon.

Illuminated by the light, the dark planets revealed countless phantom-like figures enshrouded on their surfaces.

Peering closer, Zane recognized familiar figures atop the twelve largest celestial bodies.

"Hehehe, such a sly little trickster. Calling the kettle black, are we?"

"Well then, this time, I'll make you pay back everything—with interest."

Just then, a playful, feminine laugh rang out from the white-mist planet.

The moment the laughter subsided, the shadowy forms atop the smaller dark planets began to grow clearer, revealing enormous figures one by one in Zane's line of sight.

"Zane Abus, these are your predecessors and role models," a voice announced. 

"They are the twelve exceptional seeds I've gathered from across the entire Omni-universe."

"Some of them might even seem familiar to you."

"If you obediently bring your head closer to me now, I might consider making you the thirteenth 'Apostle.'"

"Don't underestimate my twelve 'Apostles.' In the main universe, they are powerful enough to rival beings like the Celestial Arishem."

"But here, in my Netherworld, this is their absolute home ground. So be careful, hmm? Hehehe…"

The sultry voice of Death echoed from the white-mist planet above, leisurely yet domineering: 

"Listen up, all of you. Whoever kills this brat, I'll prioritize making him my consort."

"Hehehe… hehehe…" 

The lecherous laughter of Death had barely subsided when the brilliant light radiating from Zane began to shrink rapidly, reducing to only a few meters around him. 

Zane knew this was Death's advantage—fighting on her home turf, using the power of domain rules—so he didn't let it bother him. 

At that moment, a deep, rumbling voice boomed from one of the twelve larger planets, one situated in the center. 

"This king has an old score to settle with you. Let me lead the charge and slay this wretch for our Sovereign." 

No sooner had the voice ceased than the planet surged toward Zane at great speed, bringing along about a dozen smaller planets in its wake, encircling him. 

Dark clouds swirled, murderous intent surged. 

When the group came close, the light around Zane illuminated them, revealing their forms. 

"King Yanluo?" 

Zane squinted at the commander leading the vanguard, who was clad in flowing robes and directing his army with sweeping gestures. It was none other than the King of Hell, a figure Zane had frequently seen in the folklore and myths of his past life. 

Trailing behind him were nine others—clearly the remaining Ten Kings of the Underworld. 

Zane recalled what Uratou and Roma had told him: tales of death gods across Earth's cultures and interstellar legends often bore the mark of Death. 

Either Death had personally manifested long ago to create these legends, or her subordinates had directly served her, helping manage her vast dominion of death. 

"Follow me and slay this wretch!" 

The ghostly soldiers of the underworld arranged themselves in a semicircular formation, forming a crescent blade. 

The Nine Kings split into two groups, standing on either side of King Yanluo, who took command of the battlefield. 

With a fierce motion, King Yanluo hurled a decree inscribed with a crimson forked seal toward Zane. 

In an instant, a battalion of towering ghostly warriors—each radiating an eerie, cold flame—rushed at Zane with menacing, contorted faces. 

It felt as though an ancient battlefield had been resurrected. War drums thundered from both flanks, bolstering the ghostly soldiers' charge. 

The sheer momentum was enough to make even Zane feel a surge of excitement. 

"So these are the infamous underworld enforcers?" 

"But this… this is far from enough," Zane murmured, his gaze turning icy as a swirling red glow flashed in his eyes—Mangekyō Sharingan. 

Boom!

From the void, a massive black skeletal frame descended, encasing Zane like a set of menacing, frost-laden armor. It fused perfectly with his gigantic form. 

Encased in Susano'o, Zane stood like an unyielding fortress. The dark, skeletal construct clattered as countless ghostly soldiers swarmed over it, their weapons—a myriad of axes, swords, spears, and hammers—hammering away at him. 

Some even abandoned their weapons, resorting to biting at him. 

But not a single mark was left on him. 

"If you love darkness so much, I'll grant you eternal slumber in its abyss." 

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! 

As Zane's words fell, intense black flames—Amaterasu—erupted from the skeletal frame of his Susano'o. 

Mangekyō Sharingan: Kagutsuchi—Amaterasu's Cascade! 

With a sharp crackling sound, like a pile of dry wood set alight, the ghostly soldiers surrounding Zane were reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

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