Marvel : Godly Lottery System

Zane was caught completely off guard. 

"Forgot to remind you earlier, I'm not like old man who's way past his prime. I'm a genuine eight-dimensional omnipotent being." 

"So, even though this projection in the main universe is weaker in terms of raw, one-time power compared to my true form, my realm of existence remains the same..." 

The woman chuckled coquettishly, lightly plucking the chain connected to Zane's heart as if strumming the strings of a harp. 

"This is the Chain of Heartstrings." 

"Anyone below the Omniversal Level can be captured by this string of mine." 

"In other words, if I want you dead, you die; if I want you alive a moment longer, you live a moment longer." 

Clang!

A flash of cruelty swept across the woman's face as her fingers, gripping Zane's heartstring, suddenly exerted force. 

In an instant, a trembling pulse shot along the invisible chain. 

At that moment, Zane's eyes transformed into spinning blood-red triangles. 

The next second, a streak of black flames erupted from his eyes, crackling as it engulfed the chain like fire on dried wood. 

[Mangekyō Sharingan: Amaterasu]!

The woman recoiled as though she'd touched something filthy, hurriedly discarding the burning chain entangled with Amaterasu.

Seizing the opportunity, Zane used the powers of the [Glint-Glint Fruit], transforming into a beam of golden light and shooting straight through the woman's body. 

Her body, however, seemed nonexistent, allowing the golden light to pass harmlessly through. 

Then, as Zane's elemental form expired and he reverted to his human shape, the woman took advantage of the moment. With a flick of her hand, countless threads erupted from Zane's body, entangling him tightly like prey wrapped in spider silk. 

Even the elemental powers of the [Glint-Glint Fruit] were rendered useless. 

The woman looked at Zane, her waist swaying and her laughter unrestrained. 

"Who told you a heartstring could only be one thread?" 

Just then, the woman heard a man's voice behind her, filled with amusement. 

"And who told you I was trapped?" 

Startled, the woman realized that her prey—once bound to the strings in her hands—had suddenly vanished. 

Only a few stray threads drifted aimlessly in the void. 

She quickly turned her head, only to be met by two endlessly spinning blood-red triangles reflected in her pupils. 

"That... eye... of illusion..." 

"I made sure... not to look into your eyes... when did you..." 

"Who told you that I require direct eye contact to cast illusions?" 

"It was... when your scythe... touched my forehead..." 

The woman's voice faltered, and before she could finish her sentence, her form dissolved into a puddle of inky liquid, sizzling as it dispersed into the void of space. 

Moments later, she was gone entirely. 

"Is a projection really this fragile?" 

"Can't even last a full day in Tsukuyomi?" 

Zane looked at the dissipating ink with a trace of disappointment. 

Though only a minute had passed in the outer world, a full day had elapsed within Tsukuyomi.

After killing the projection of Death, Zane didn't feel particularly elated. 

He understood that the battle with the projection was nothing more than a minor episode. 

What's more, this unexpected encounter would undoubtedly give Death a clearer understanding of his abilities, prompting her to take stricter precautions against him. 

However, Zane didn't care in the slightest. 

Projection or not, true body or not—it didn't matter. If she dared to come again, he'd just kill her again. 

So what if she was one of the primordial deities of the Marvel universe? 

If she wanted to die he'd happily oblige. 

After his battle with Galactus, Zane had gained a much clearer understanding of what Omniversal Level power truly entailed. 

And he knew that as long as he could break through to the eighth-dimensional level, he'd gain far greater control over such power. 

When that day came, there would be few in the universe capable of standing against him. 

Just then, a soft ding rang in Zane's mind as the system's voice echoed: 

[Congratulations to the host for completing a task.]

[Based on the level of completion, you've earned one chance at an A-rank skill lottery.]

[Would you like to proceed?]

"Wait a second, system," Zane said, frowning. "I recall that the task of 'Killing a Planer Devourer' offered rewards ranging from A-rank to SS-rank, right? 

"So why is it that, even though I killed him, I'm only getting the lowest-tier lottery reward?" 

The system ignored the dissatisfaction in Zane's tone and coldly repeated the explanation: 

[Based on system records, your task of 'Killing a Planet Devourer' is 50% complete.]

"50%? Only half completed?" 

"Could it be because I didn't claim Galactus's soul?" 

"That must be it. Death must have shown up specifically to ensure Galactus could revive." 

"But this system… it's really ruthless. Lately, all my tasks seem to be targeting the deities of the Marvel universe..." 

Zane mulled over the system's notification, piecing together the reason for the downgraded reward. Then, he probed further: 

"System, you must really want me to capture Galactus's soul, right?" 

[The host's statement is inaccurate. The system operates purely procedurally to issue tasks.]

The system's emotionless voice confirmed its lack of subjective intent: 

[There is no personal will involved.]

"Alright, let me rephrase. If I kill Galactus again, and this time completely capture his soul, will I then qualify for a higher-tier skill lottery?" 

Zane, uninterested in anything below S-rank skills, pressed the point. 

[The host's proposal is feasible.]

[However, this will nullify the current task's rewards, requiring recalculation of completion and reassessment of reward level.]

[Would you like to accept?]

"I accept." 

Hearing the system agree to his terms, Zane immediately gave his confirmation. 

He had no intention of wasting another opportunity on useless, space-consuming junk skills. 

Besides, Zane already had a plan for his next move: 

He would go straight to Death, reclaiming Galactus's soul from her hands. 

Though he could easily use the Eye of Observation to traverse other dimensional universes and kill a different version of Galactus in similar fashion, this approach had a certain appeal. 

For Zane, taking back what was rightfully his had a sense of poetic justice.