Last words? Hearing that phrase, Imu fell into a daze.
The blasphemer's words sounded particularly familiar. After thinking it over, he realized that he himself had said similar things before, and more than once.
During the eight hundred years he had ruled the World Government, there had been plenty of ambitious men and rebels who recklessly sought to resist oppression and overthrow it. Some possessed great individual strength, while others developed collective strength, but without exception, he had snuffed out those flames of resistance with his overwhelming power.
When those people had taken ninety-nine steps, brimming with hope and just one step away from fulfilling their ambitions, they would discover a mountain named Imu blocking their path.
Imu never tired of the expressions on their faces when they plunged from their most hopeful moment, with success just within sight, into the abyss called despair.
To thank them for allowing him to enjoy such a wonderful performance, Imu fully exercised his mercy as a god. After easily crushing them, he would grant them special permission to speak their last words.
Unfortunately, none of those people knew what was good for them. He had clearly given them a precious chance to speak their last words, yet they failed to appreciate it. He could only crush them like ants, leaving nothing behind. Those people had no right to leave a mark on history.
Sometimes, to enjoy those splendid expressions, he would even support forces that opposed him, such as Rocks. Unfortunately, Rocks had been far too reckless, actually wanting only to attack the Celestial Dragons. Rather than challenging the World Government, he went off to kill Celestial Dragons? What was the point of killing those animals? Yes, in Imu's eyes, the Celestial Dragons were a pack of animals. Of course, Imu had also