The hasty impact nearly made Huai Shi question his life.
Sure, you couldn't generalize the physiques of all rulers. Rotten Dream had once jumped into the Border in a fit of rage... But for merely one flute-playing boy under its command to be this fierce was a little too absurd, wasn't it?
How had Rotten Dream hooked a sucker like the Ranch Owner back then?
It had only been contact, yet the Shadow Metamorphosis he had just completed was already being suppressed by Justice's shadow—even though the other party did not specialize in it.
Huai Shi had merely tried to infiltrate a fraction of it when everything before him abruptly went dark. He felt dizzy, his vision swam, and his ears rang.
In his daze, he seemed able to see the endless gastric juices at Abyss's Bottom, as well as the individuals gradually emerging from the illusion of that terrifying food chain that devoured all things.
It... was watching him!
"..."
Huai Shi instinctively cursed and wanted to slap himself.
What the fuck are you thinking?
He had gotten too full of himself.
Digging up a couple shovelfuls of dirt from the Ranch Owner's fields had been one thing. Now he had actually tried to infiltrate Justice. Setting aside the gap between them, it was practically like running straight up to the Ranch Owner's bowl and taking a piece of meat.
You dared steal the God of Hell's food?
Were you tired of living?
By instinct, he forcibly severed contact with that portion of Source Matter. He only had time to give it one final self-destruct command—he couldn't let the Ranch Owner fish it into its mouth for a taste.
Immediately afterward, the Heavenly Gate began to operate. The Nautilus shook violently, sparks bursting from the main cannon's mounting as