Let alone risking his life for his friends, the mere fact that he could endure such tragedy alone was already worthy of Blaine’s admiration.

Blaine could only watch helplessly as his body was torn apart again and again by these beings, squeezed dry of every drop of blood and every inch of bone. Even his soul seemed to be dragged out.

In the end, despite believing his mentality to be strong, Blaine still closed his eyes tightly as he watched himself tortured to death bit by bit. This was undoubtedly painful, but watching death draw closer and closer while being able to do nothing but observe—unable to make any move at all—was even more cruel for Blaine.

No matter what, the grudge between Blaine and the Celestials was now firmly settled. This growing rage was deeply buried in his heart. One day, he would personally come knocking on their door to seek justice, no matter how many of them there were, no matter how powerful they might be.

Suddenly, Blaine felt a sharp tremor in his soul. He thought the mysterious power was about to send him back.

Opening his eyes, Blaine was shocked to discover that at some unknown moment, a translucent white light had begun condensing above the head of the prehistoric Bounty Hunter’s soul.

Just as Blaine was wondering what it was, a thought struck him. He remembered that after purchasing a skill once, Gali had returned to Earth and said she couldn’t see through him, claiming that there was a transparent white light covering him above his head.

Yes—this was exactly the same. It looked white, yet carried a translucent quality, precisely as Gali had described.

"God of Luck’s Favor?"

"What’s going on here?"

Blaine didn’t know why the God of Luck would appear at this moment. However, for such a skill to activate automatically now, there had to be a reason. And most likely, it was beneficial to the prehistoric Bounty Hunter.

"You’ve seen everything."

Suddenly, as Blaine focused on examining the translucent white light, a familiar voice reached his ears. No—more than familiar. It was unmistakably his own voice.

Blaine turned toward the soul of the prehistoric Bounty Hunter and froze. At this moment, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter was looking straight at him, as if he could actually see Blaine’s soul.

"Y-you... you can see me?"

"Yes. I can see you."

Blaine had asked only tentatively, but to his shock, he received a clear answer.

Wrapped within the white light favored by the God of Luck, Blaine found that he could see only the prehistoric soul. The Celestial outside, who had still been torturing the prehistoric Bounty Hunter just moments ago, had completely disappeared.

This was extremely strange. No matter how Blaine had tried before, they couldn’t see him or hear him at all. But now—what was happening?

"...?"

"Could this be the blessing of the God of Luck?"

From this alone, it was clear that the God of Luck’s Favor was anything but simple. The mere fact that two Blaines from different times and spaces could meet and converse meant this skill deserved serious attention.

Moreover, at this moment, Blaine could clearly sense that the blessing of the God of Luck was far more complex than what the system description suggested. It felt as though he had spent tens of billions only to stumble upon an incredible bargain—but whether it would ultimately prove to be a blessing or a curse was something even Blaine couldn’t yet foresee.

"My time is running out."

"Hey, I don’t know if you’ll end up like me in the future."

"You’ve lost your memory too."

"Go and explore. There are secrets in the universe that both you and I want to know."

"One last thing—be kind to Wakanda. Be careful with Wade Winston Wilson..."

Seeing that Blaine had fallen into deep thought, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter seemed to realize that he didn’t have much time left and directly interrupted Blaine’s thoughts.

"Hey, wait a minute—"

Before Blaine could finish speaking, his vision suddenly brightened. For the first time, the towering body of the Celestial and its dark armor appeared before his eyes.

He had just seen the soul of the prehistoric Bounty Hunter wrapped in white light when, in the next instant, one of the Celestials lifted its leg and kicked down directly. There was no need to think—this kick would definitely annihilate the prehistoric Bounty Hunter’s soul.

"No!!!"

Watching that sole descend like a massive hammer, Blaine let out a heart-rending roar.

...!

All of a sudden, Blaine felt a crushing tightness in his chest, as if his heart had been clenched in an invisible grip, leaving him unable to breathe.

"Hah...!"

In the Kingdom of Wakanda, beneath a metallic mountain, a figure suddenly sat upright.

That’s right—Blaine was back. He took a deep breath, like a drowning man dragged ashore, gasping desperately for air. Blaine was still seated on the altar, unable to stand for a long time. It was clear just how shocking that final moment had been for him.

"Could the man on the moon... be myself?"

After a long while, Blaine murmured to himself.

As for why he thought that—because in the final instant, just as the Celestial’s foot was about to come down, the translucent white light released by the God of Luck suddenly enveloped the entire body of the prehistoric Bounty Hunter, then carried him away.

Blaine realized that the direction it flew toward was the dark side of the moon, where the mysterious space battleship was located. Those Celestials seemed to lose interest in the prehistoric Bounty Hunter, paused in confusion, and then departed one after another.

After all, when even a soul was about to be extinguished, there was no reason to bother with someone who was already leaving this world.

From this perspective, that battleship seemed to predate even the era of the prehistoric Bounty Hunter. And he had said that the secret both of them sought lay somewhere in the universe.

Two questions deeply puzzled Blaine. First, why did he say "the secret you and I are looking for," instead of just Blaine alone? Blaine admitted that he wanted to uncover his own origins and past, but what exactly was the prehistoric Bounty Hunter searching for? And was the human face embedded in the scale-like metal wall inside the battleship actually that of the prehistoric Bounty Hunter?

Second, was that the secret he had mentioned? What kind of mystery could remain unresolved even for someone so powerful, all the way until death?

Blaine knew that the answers he sought were somewhere in the universe—but the universe was vast. Where was he supposed to begin?

Unfortunately, the prehistoric Bounty Hunter’s time had been far too short. All he had been able to leave Blaine with were unanswered mysteries, without giving him a chance to ask more questions.

Oh, right—and "be kind to Wakanda, and watch out for Wade Winston Wilson."

Being kind to Wakanda, Blaine understood. After all, the death of a Black Panther had driven the prehistoric Bounty Hunter into complete desperation.

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