Omega's Gaze!

Metropolis—or rather, the city of Chaos Direction, as it should now be called.

The skyscraper that had once housed LexCorp had become Link's throne.

He sat behind a massive obsidian desk in the top-floor office, calmly surveying the city below, now utterly subject to him.

Traffic flowed through the streets in perfect order.

There was no crime, no conflict, not even a single blaring horn.

It was an absolute peace, imposed by supreme force.

A week ago, he had crowned himself king here.

He had defeated the Old Gods, ended the monsters, and announced his existence to the world.

The entire planet ran quietly according to his will.

Yet there was no trace of a victor's joy on Link's face.

Instead, he wore a faint calm that bordered on boredom.

He lifted his glass and gently swirled the amber liquid inside.

Too quiet.

When every opponent had fallen and the whole world lay at his feet, victory had lost its flavor.

He was thinking just that when it happened.

Without warning, a cold beyond description enveloped the entire office.

The temperature had not dropped. This was absolute malice, felt at the very level of existence.

It was as though an invisible, enormous eye had opened in a dimension infinitely far away. Its gaze pierced the barriers of time and space, passed through all matter, and settled on Link with precise indifference.

The light in the office seemed to freeze.

The noise of the city outside vanished completely.

It was as though the entire world held only him and that cold gaze reaching across the universe.

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There was no anger or curiosity in that gaze, only the absolute indifference and majesty of something that regarded all things as dust.

It seemed to say: I see you, insect.

Link's hand paused,