Rufus badly wanted to rush over to Guiji and confront him face-to-face.
But the entire Void dimension was in chaos, and he didn't dare go running around.
If the First Agreement or some other aggressive Void Lord blocked his way, he might well be done for.
He was powerful, but not powerful enough to throw his weight around without fear.
But if he didn't explain himself now, it would probably be too late to do so later.
What a mess!
After all that scheming, he hadn't managed to kill the leader of the First Agreement or Bai Fu. Two of the only three Void Lords on good terms with him were dead, and in the end, he'd been branded a "Void traitor."
With things this miserable, who could he even complain to?
He didn't know.
All Rufus knew was that he definitely couldn't stay in the Void anymore.
Ever since he first encountered the Void Lord Core decades ago, a blazing ambition had taken root in his heart, along with the conviction that he was "the chosen one."
He'd always believed he was destined for greatness—to achieve something even greater than the founders of the Three Universal Civilizations, perhaps to become the brightest star in the universe and make countless people kneel before him.
Even after suffering setback after setback on the road to greatness, his confidence hadn't wavered.
A little hardship was nothing. What great person hadn't endured hardship?
But—
"Have I had a bit too much hardship?"
First he'd provoked the Three Universal Civilizations, then he'd fallen out with the Apostle Holy City, and after that the Supernova Battle Group had inexplicably raided his home. Now he'd fallen out with Bai Fu, the First Agreement, and the entire Void all at once.
Rufus was numb.
The whole world