With power like that, no wonder beings like the Celestial Dragons existed.
No wonder the World Government had stood for eight hundred years.
Randall suddenly felt weary and lost.
Could he defeat Imu?
Once that question surfaced, it took root.
Ever since he had come to this world, everything had gone his way.
He could safely say he had never faced anything that made him feel powerless.
Not until today, when he stood before Imu.
Only then had he finally tasted defeat.
That feeling of helplessness left him utterly despondent.
"Wake up!"
Just then, a shout interrupted Randall's self-pity.
He jolted.
Only now did he realize he had fallen into a trap of human nature.
Yet at the final moment, Imu had actually pulled him out.
Randall took several deep breaths.
He stopped dwelling on it, and his heart felt lighter.
So he had lost. So what?
Who in this world had never failed?
If he could leave this place alive this time...
Then he still had plenty of time left, and room to grow.
Granted, catching up to Imu's eight hundred years of accumulated power in a mere decade or a few decades...
Sounded like a pipe dream.
But if he gave up, failure was guaranteed.
He decided to give it everything he had.
But for now...
Randall looked at Imu with an odd expression.
"Why did you wake me up just now?
Wouldn't it have been better if I'd truly sunk into despair?
Or has being invincible all these years been too lonely?
Do you want to raise an opponent who can give you a fight?
Or do you give people hope, then shatter it...
To satisfy your twisted tastes?"
Imu paused, then said coolly,
"You can interpret it that way, if you like.
I simply thought it