I watched Jeong Suhan, the reason for all of my past suffering, drop his hands in defeat. His body drifted slowly in the endless void of space. He wasn't defeated physically—no, he had been defeated mentally. The blow to his ego was far worse. Perhaps that would break him, or perhaps it would make him stronger. But why should I care? To me, he had never been a real threat. Now, without the world's support, his battle prowess had dropped below the level of a Heavenly Soul. It made me wonder just how much of his strength had come from the world itself, a crutch he leaned on to keep his title as the strongest.
But now, the world—despite its death—must have been relieved. It no longer had to be a slave to a mad scientist and his pet dog.
