"The throne... is empty..."
These words were quickly sent back by Saine to outside the Bronze Gate.
In the Experimental Base of the Gear Residual Ring Zone, Locke stood before the illusory image of the Bronze Gate, his scarlet eyes of light silently watching that ripple of rules.
The Destruction Tide seeped out from the other side of the crack in the gate, forming rings of tiny black ripples around him.
Locke did not speak, but anyone familiar with him could tell that his aura had changed.
It was not anger, nor pure fighting spirit, but something more like a deeper pull from his origin.
The Destruction Time-Space behind the Bronze Gate was summoning him?!
This summons was not gentle.
It did not even carry any clear emotion.
It was neither hostility nor submission.
It was more like a sea of destruction that had been out of control for far too long finally smelling another Aura of Destruction strong enough, pure enough!
And so, it reached out a hand. Or rather, opened its mouth.
Locke could feel that the Destruction Time-Space behind the gate seemed to want him to take over "a certain position."
Not an ordinary position, but the position of Lord of Dimension!
From some profound and unfathomable angle of rules, the Destruction Time-Space behind the Bronze Gate seemed to believe that Destruction Demon God Locke, who currently was only at Level-13 Mid-Stage, was more suited to become the master of this time-space than that Rule-based Transformation Lord of Destruction who had yet to truly appear.
This judgment was absurd.
But to a Higher Dimensional Plane, the choices of rules did not necessarily follow the reason of living beings.
A time-space would instinctively lean toward a ruler more suited to itself.
Back then, the Evil Swamp Time-Space had