Glorious Tyrant.
Of course, it wasn't because he'd accidentally drunk a Nuka-Cola Corporation product. Fu Qian had simply activated his aura at that moment.
And although after his mechanical ascension, his control over the aura's force had become increasingly precise, much like his command of his rank, this sort of formalwear was still far too tight to withstand even the slightest change in shape.
Compared to the inhuman proportions he'd taken on the last time he activated it, Fu Qian's current bulk was still within the range of human possibility.
Even so, it was rather conspicuous, enough to disturb Katon, who was lying there.
His breath was still faint, but halfway through an exhale, it suddenly stopped.
He wasn't asleep. The old man was sensing him in some special way.
After easily reaching that conclusion, Fu Qian, transformed into the Glorious Tyrant, made no further unusual moves. He simply took another sip of industrial-style juice.
As he'd expected, Katon's final wish wasn't going to be easy to fulfill.
Of course, it seemed he wasn't about to give up easily, either. The rhythm of his breathing soon settled, and he continued trying to achieve nirvana.
He was even doing so amid the disturbance from the person beside him.
The driver he'd hired at great expense wasn't helping him die peacefully. Worse, the interference was still going on.
Fu Qian had deliberately kept the force under control, and they weren't in some sort of dream or illusion, so there weren't any obvious distortions yet.
But for a transcendent, especially one from the Mental System, having such a source of chaos sitting right beside him was obviously difficult to ignore.
It seemed he'd figured out what his role was.
Fu Qian hadn't flipped the table out of some perverse desire to say,