The moment the Ultimate Lord appeared on the battlefield, the outcome was inevitable.
The gaunt old man, his expression grim and his methods ruthless, obliterated countless demon creatures with a flick of his wrist.
Michael, watching from the sidelines, jumped up in excitement.
"Woohoo! I leveled up!"
His celebration was cut short as he coughed up blood, collapsing to the ground.
"James, come here!" Michael wheezed, his voice trembling. "It seems I have another dying message to deliver..."
He couldn't understand. The old fool had clearly broken through to level 990 or above, yet he was still stuck at level 899.
It wasn't fair!
After clearing the battlefield, the gaunt old man turned to Michael, his gaze cold and dismissive.
"Idiot."
"You are you, and I am I."
Those words struck Michael like a bolt of lightning.
He wasn't Terenas!
From this day forward, he had nothing to do with Terenas!