Otto was Otto. People in the real world could not help but sigh in awe. As expected of the old monster who had ruled Destiny for over five hundred years—he was exceptionally skilled at rhetoric, resource utilization, and tactics of coercion and inducement.
Even when he was at an absolute disadvantage, he could still use the cards in his hand to deliver a killing blow.
However, this also showed that Kevin was not good with words—or rather, not good at dealing with people.
Although he possessed top-tier strength, the way he conducted himself gave people the impression that he was blunt and straightforward, with no idea how to adapt.
Of course, it might also be because Kevin was powerful enough that he had no need to adapt. He could simply handle things directly.
Still, it was irritating to see Kevin get so thoroughly controlled by Otto after only a few words. Otto was not weak, of course, but for Kevin, the "strongest" being, to so easily let someone else dictate the pace was truly rather speechless.
Kevin did not feel like the leader of a major power at all. He felt more like a lofty "god."
Of course, given Kevin's circumstances, calling him a "god" would not be an exaggeration.
After all, even many gods did not live to be fifty thousand years old.
It could only be said that Kevin's invincible strength meant he never needed to waste words negotiating with others. Few people were qualified to be treated as his equals; issuing lofty commands was the natural course of things, just as he had done earlier.
Seeing this, Mei, who was unusually spending time with Kevin today in the real world, said to him, "Kevin, I think you still need to learn how to communicate with others. Otherwise,