"You've both disappointed me."
When Yas's voice, so flat it was almost cold, rang clearly in everyone's ears like a final judgment, everyone's minds went completely blank, whether it was the battered Roger and Bullet or the Marines and pirates watching from dozens of kilometers away.
Disappointed?
A godlike clash that had lasted a full day and night, shattered the heavens and earth, fractured space, and deserved to go down in history was merely "disappointing" in this man's eyes?
Roger floated blankly in midair. He felt the waves of weakness coursing through his exhausted body, looked at the equally battered dark Demon God opposite him, then raised his head toward the white-clad Marine whose clothes did not have a single crease, as though he had just returned from a stroll.
An unprecedented sense of utter powerlessness engulfed his entire body like freezing seawater.
He had lost.
Although his fight with Bullet had ended in a draw.
Before the man in front of them, however, both of them had lost utterly.
They had not lost in strength, nor in Haki.
They had lost on the level of "dimension."
They still fell within the bounds of "humanity."
But that man had long since risen above "humanity," reaching a "divine" realm they could neither understand nor touch.
"Why?"
The dark Demon God Bullet had become slowly released his awakened form, reverting to that burly figure covered in blood and wounds. He staggered onto the Leviathan's deck, propping himself up with his broken fusion weapon to keep from falling. He raised his head and stared fixedly at Yas in the sky, his eyes filled with defiance, confusion, and a trace of despair, then roared hoarsely.
"Why... I've already 'awakened'! I can already fight the Pirate King to a draw! Why... do you still refuse