Mist rose all around.
Now.
Good Duckie knew why the "future" was an endless fog.
-Because everything in the past had been cut off.
The Dharma Realm's final act of goodwill had created a gate, sealing off the past.
So in its future-
Even it did not know what the past had been like.
What did having no past mean?
Good Duckie raised its head.
Boundless darkness surged through the fog, finally gathering into an enormous shadow.
-This was the Dharma Realm that had gained consciousness.
"What are you?"
It emitted a piercing hum that spread throughout the void.
Good Duckie wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth.
-The killing intent in that voice was almost overflowing.
In this hazy, blank future, the Dharma Realm waited for the past to be settled, bearing the malice to slaughter everything.
The past had already been settled.
The key was-
The Dharma Realm could create every skill and Dharma Form.
It encompassed all power.
It was invincible.
Within the emptiness.
An enormous hand of darkness supported Good Duckie, lifted it up, then closed around it.
Just one wrong answer-
And everything would be over for the duck.
Good Duckie sighed.
Fighting was out of the question. It absolutely could not fight.
Its arts, Dharma Forms, and various powers all came from the Dharma Realm.
How could it possibly win?
Now it all depended on what it said.
"I am-"
Good Duckie began.
It was about to invent a background for itself when a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed its mind.
Wait.
The Dharma Realm might be invincible, but it seemed to have little resistance to the power of traits.
Last time, it had fallen for "Pull-Bi"!
"Your father sent me to guide you. After all, you need to know everything that