If that unknown creature hadn't suddenly betrayed them in the final battle, they could never have lost.
Yet this kid stood before him claiming he had fought Uranus. How could he not be shocked?
Kuta hadn't fought the unknown creature—Imu—but the fact that he could battle Uranus was proof enough of his strength.
Then again, when Fárbauti thought of Silver Hair's ability, which even the Four Emperors couldn't escape, his surprise faded.
The young man was now the World's Strongest. It wasn't so hard to believe that he could fight Uranus.
But Fárbauti knew the Uranus Kuta had fought couldn't have been in its final form. According to the history he knew, Uranus's ultimate form truly had the power to destroy heaven and earth.
If that form had fought the young man before him, news of it couldn't possibly have escaped the world's notice.
No. There was news.
As something occurred to him, the king turned and took a stack of newspapers from a metal shelf to the right of his throne.
He pulled one out, turned back to Kuta, and asked, "When did you fight Uranus?"
Kuta rubbed his chin. "I didn't note the exact date. It must be almost two months ago."
"Two months."
The king lifted the paper and read the report from two months earlier: for reasons unknown, a rift had suddenly split the sky, stretching across the Red Line.
For a long time, he couldn't collect himself.
He had seen the report two months ago, but without witnessing it himself, he hadn't felt much. Now one of the people responsible for that rift stood before him, leaving him with complicated feelings.
What he had taken for a natural phenomenon had turned out to be man-made. He couldn't help but marvel once more at the silver-haired