The expression of the absolute ruler, Monter, twisted.
He was just a mere human.
Having lived through eons of time, the absolute rulers had driven countless humans to ruin.
To them, humans were nothing more than weak and insignificant beings.
As always, humans who faced an absolute ruler should not dare to resist, but should bow their heads to the ground.
Yet, the human before him showed no sign of fear.
It was pathetic.
Annoyance surged within him.
Why on earth did the humans of this dimension not know their place?
“Yes, you must be brimming with confidence now. Since Roman Dmitry and the White Mage have dealt with four absolute rulers, even the likes of you must feel like you've become something. This is the problem with humans. The moment you get a little breathing room, you forget that you are insignificant creatures who can't even live for a hundred years.”
His opponent was Chris.
He knew he was a figure from Dmitry.
A precedent was needed.
Even if an exception like Roman Dmitry existed, it was necessary to show what happened when one dared to oppose the absolute rulers.
Rumble.
Rururururumble.
He drew upon his authority.
Towards the human who felt like a tiny dot, Monter raised a finger.
“This is your reality.”
Boom! Crash!
The dimension shattered from all directions.