#179 - Why don't we ask the deceased himself?

“It's a pleasure to see you all again.”

Mister Fantastic Reed Richards stood on the platform in the center of the room, while everyone else sat in tiered seating, just like a university professor giving a lecture.

“I believe you all know why we've gathered here, so let's get straight to the point. Yang Le, Franklin, please come up.”

Unfortunately, they were already dead when they became zombies, and they have no memory of the past few years. We can only let Yang Le and Little Rich, the two who experienced it, describe it first, and then make plans.

Under the gaze of many big shots, Yang Le and Franklin walked to the podium. Yang Le wasn't usually the type to be stage-frightened, but facing the attention of so many big names, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

But it was only a slight excitement, and he quickly adjusted. He took the clip-on microphone handed over by Reed and clipped it to his clothes.

First, Franklin gave a detailed account of the major events that had occurred in the past few years and what he knew about the Brood.

From the fall of the Galactus Blood Nest, the spread of the Blood Nest, then the global loss, to the final reversal of the situation by Franklin.

No one interrupted Franklin's speech, and they listened silently to the whole process, but as Franklin narrated, their expressions became more and more solemn.

When Franklin finished speaking, Yang Le began to speak.

“It seems that everyone has discovered the problem. That's right, as I said that day, why did Galactus continue to maintain a human appearance after his death?”

“We all know that Galactus's true entity is a pure energy body with a difficult-to-measure upper limit, but he has the characteristic of transforming into the same species as the observer, which is very thought-provoking.”

Yang Le looked around, scanning the faces of the big shots one by one.

“Who is it that has been observing Galactus until his death, and then turning him into a breeding ground for these cosmic vermin?”

“This is indeed the most critical question.” Doctor Strange's expression was serious, and he used the microphone on the table to transmit his voice to the entire venue.

“First of all, I don't think it's someone from our universe. After I recovered, I immediately went to ask the cosmic gods and hell demons, and they all denied that they did it. This is normal, after all, this crisis can't bring them any benefits, even Mephisto wouldn't do such a thing.”

“I think we can lock the target on humans.” Gladiator said with his arms folded.

“After all, Galactus was maintaining a human state when he died, wasn't he?”

“That's not necessarily true.” Amadeus Cho, the youthful Hulk, currently using the codename Brawn, stood up to deny Gladiator. This character, who ranks among the top in intelligence in the Marvel Universe, had different ideas.

“It's too easy to disguise yourself as other races. The simplest clone, to put it inhumanely, can be done with just a few bucks.”

Everyone present agreed with Zhao's point of view. Cloning an ordinary human being is not difficult for anyone present.

“Franklin, didn't you see that person?” Professor X asked, the meaning self-evident.

“Then what should we do? If it really doesn't work, let's just ask Galactus himself.” Gladiator spread his hands, giving up.

This is indeed a solution. Everyone turned their attention to Franklin again, as he was the only one here who had the ability to resurrect a god in an instant.

“I haven't resurrected him yet.” Franklin scratched his head. “After all, he's a bit capricious.”

In fact, Franklin initially wanted to resurrect Galactus along the way, but later gave up because he was afraid of trouble, mainly because he was afraid that this god would cause trouble. After all, he died without any dignity, and who knew if he would be furious and cause trouble everywhere.

It would still be up to him to solve it at that time, so it's better to nip the trouble in the bud from the beginning.

“Let's resurrect him, Little Rich.” Yang Le patted Franklin on the shoulder.

“If he doesn't listen, then beat him up until he does.”

“Hey, little guy, you've got quite the mouth.” Gladiator's lips curled up.

Don't underestimate Galactus's constant setbacks. The combined strength of everyone present can only resist his advance, of course, this does not include Franklin.

“Just stating the facts.” Yang Le said with a smile.

If it were Galactus's brothers and sisters, the four abstract entities, Yang Le might not have a way now, but the weakened Galactus could be touched by X-Kingo.

Not to mention, he still has a big shot by his side.

Yang Le patted Franklin on the shoulder again, his sense of security overflowing. What Galactus? Just a toy.

“Okay, then.” Franklin also thought this was a good idea. Instead of guessing here, it's better to directly ask the deceased himself.

Franklin shook his body and grew to about twenty years old again. He raised his hands, and the next second, this room, including everyone in it, appeared in the universe. A transparent film wrapped them, maintaining their lives.

Franklin's eyes flashed white again, and terrifying energy surged from his body.

These energies floated out of Franklin's body, out of the film, and slowly reunited in the distance. These energies began to organize and converge into a huge human figure, slowly depicting Galactus's appearance.

In fact, for Franklin, resurrecting a god is not difficult, but that's him when he's an adult. Now he's just forcibly raising his strength to adulthood, so naturally it's much more troublesome.

But it's just a little more troublesome. After about a minute, the huge body of the planet devourer was created by Franklin.

Franklin slowly exhaled a breath, wiping the non-existent sweat from his forehead. The resurrection work was not yet complete. He had only constructed a shell, and the most important thing was the soul.

Franklin waved his hand, and Galactus, who had no vital signs, suddenly opened his eyes.

Almost in an instant, the originally silent Galactus suddenly burst out with an undeniable energy. This was not Galactus about to launch an attack, but because a god of this level, just by existing, could emit an undeniable energy.

Like a lighthouse in the dark, even the lowest-level life could realize the existence of this god at this moment.

After waking up, Galactus did not move, but turned his eyes to look at the crowd in the distance.

To be precise, he should be looking at Franklin, who was surrounded by everyone.

“You saved me.” Galactus slightly moved his lips. Even though the universe could not transmit sound, everyone still heard what he said.

Dignified and magnetic, and quite pleasant to listen to.

This was Yang Le's first thought. Looking at this powerful god in front of him, Yang Le didn't have any real feeling, no sense of inviolable sacredness, just felt quite down-to-earth.