The Terrifying Annihilation!

It wasn't that he had had hair before, but that he had none now.

Annihilation's manifested form had previously been a humanoid figure outlined by countless black lines, just like the Emperor. Its eyes and mouth were left as empty hollows, like a two-dimensional drawing. But while the Emperor's black lines resembled crayon strokes, a closer look revealed that his humanoid form was not made of "lines," but of individual "dots."

Annihilation, meanwhile, had been made purely of "lines."

They were like the static lines of an unstable black-and-white television signal, constantly trembling and twisting, yet bizarrely maintaining a humanoid shape.

That state obviously didn't count as having hair.

But now...

He had a scalp!

His height had been compressed to roughly thirty meters. The body outlined by lines had been replaced by chunks of powerful muscle, bones, and skin. His eyes were hazy and clouded, as though he suffered from severe cataracts. His skin was bronze, and his bulging muscles brimmed with explosive force.

And—

No hair!

The bald, muscular man wore nothing but a loincloth identical to Kars's. No hair, no eyebrows, no beard. His hazy, clouded eyes gave no indication of where he was looking, yet the terrifying pressure he exuded could be clearly felt.

"Ah, I get it!" Lowett suddenly slapped his palm after observing him closely for a moment, finally understanding.

The Emperor calmly glanced at him, then nodded the next second. "I get it too."

Only Infinity remained utterly bewildered, looking from side to side without knowing where to begin criticizing.

But before long, Annihilation... no, perhaps the fusion of Annihilation and Death—Annihilation-Death? Death-Annihilation? Whatever he was called—spoke.

"So what if you understand?" The black muscular man raised his left hand before his face, stretched out his right, and slowly curled his fingers into