After hearing Miki Yūya's utterly flat reply, the dying Urashiki was instantly so enraged that his blood surged backward.
The many fatal tears in his body felt as though lava had been poured into them. Waves of agony battered his nerves, which were already on the verge of collapse.
"Heh... hehehe..."
His fury turned into laughter, the sound scraping out of his throat as harsh and hoarse as broken bellows.
Every tremor tugged at his shattered lungs, accompanied by the bubbling of bloody foam, carrying an indescribable sense of absurdity and humiliation.
Those eyes of the Ōtsutsuki Clan were now bloodshot. His eyeballs turned stiffly and laboriously, his clouded gaze fixed on the boy before him.
Even with his body on the brink of collapse, even with his vitality rapidly draining away, the arrogance of the Ōtsutsuki remained deeply rooted, carved into his bones and flowing through his blood.
To him, the inhabitants of the shinobi world were nothing but lowly ants, inferior livestock.
In his eyes, Miki Yūya's refusal to kill him was no act of generosity or mercy from the strong. It was ignorance. It was stupidity.
"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"
Urashiki screamed with all his strength. Though his voice was weak, it brimmed with lofty contempt.
"Our Ōtsutsuki Clan has swept across countless worlds, crushed worlds beneath our feet, and destroyed countless lives!
Our footprints stretch across the universe!"
"This lowly Shinobi World Planet is nothing more than a nursery where we casually plant the God Tree and harvest the Chakra Fruit!
Your world exists solely to nourish gods."
"As a native ant in this nursery, you witnessed the descent of an Ōtsutsuki Deity with your own eyes and were lucky enough to survive, yet... yet you refuse to kill me?"
Bloody foam sprayed from Urashiki's lips as