As Aaron's words fell, Apocalypse's face darkened completely.
Humiliation—this was naked humiliation.
He was a god, a lofty god of boundless majesty.
Telling a god to kill himself? The fact that Aaron could say such a thing proved that he did not take him seriously at all.
Because whenever he had been too lazy to personally execute the ants who offended him, he had simply told them to kill themselves.
"Until the very end, no one can say who will emerge victorious. How can you be so certain that you'll win?"
"Tsk." Aaron clicked his tongue and casually sat down in a chair. "You have many abilities, and they're fairly well-rounded, but your hardware and software are terribly mismatched.
No matter how exceptional an Alpha Class Mutant is, they're still only Alpha Class—not Omega Class.
You've lived for a long time and changed bodies countless times, but most of the abilities you acquired are Epsilon Class, Delta Class, and Beta Class. You barely even have any Alpha Class abilities.
What use is it for a Level Four Mutant to wield so many Level One, Two, and Three abilities?
You've always lingered at Level Four. Even if you reach the end of that road, you'll only be at the peak of Level Four. Yet between the peak of Level Four and Level Five lies an almost impassable gulf."
"If quantitative change cannot bring about qualitative change, then that quantity is nothing more than a joke.
It's like adding one-half, then one-quarter, then one-eighth... No matter how many times you add, you'll never reach two."
"So fundamentally, you aren't all that different from Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr.
You're merely a little stronger than them. That's all."
"Fallacious nonsense," Apocalypse cursed through gritted teeth.
Was it that he did not want to