"Do whatever the fuck you want, you bastard."
Omega was momentarily speechless at the sheer audacity of the provocation.
Not angry.
Just... amused.
He found the sight of someone desperately thrashing in futility to be laughable, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
‘I can’t even remember the last time someone cussed me out to my face.’
Surprisingly, this brat wasn’t screaming in terror.
His eyes were still sharp. His mind, completely intact.
And that—
That stimulated Omega’s worst habits.
Whenever he saw something unyielding, he felt the urge to break it.
It was a deeply ingrained sadistic malice that boiled inside him.
He took immense pleasure in watching people like this crumble, forcing them to bend their own convictions with their own mouths.
Hex had told him to avoid wasting time with such inefficiencies—
But why should he abandon the privilege of the strong?
"Heh… kid, I’ve just decided your future."
"Go fuck yourself."
Rohan kicked off the ground, charging at Omega.
He rushed past Ichinose and Noah, both still unable to move, still gagging from the lingering effects of Omega’s mental attack.
Fwoooosh!
Flames surged up from his sword.
[Second Blade - Falling Sun of Dawn]
Like a tidal wave crashing against the rocks, the flames roared and swallowed Omega.
But—
The sensation in Rohan’s hands was the worst.
‘The blade didn’t even cut.’
A sharp, jarring pain shot through his wrists.
If he applied even the slightest bit of force incorrectly, his sword might shatter.
But he didn’t hesitate.