In the black castle's infirmary room.
"…"
With a tightly-lipped expression, Zeus stared blankly at the ceiling and its flickering light that seemed to be going out at any moment now.
He had lost his match.
The first match, which was quite an important one, as it decided the momentum shift, and he had to go and lose.
It was the most painful loss of his life, as now in the history books it would be written that he, Zeus Abracadabra, was a loser.
'…Maybe I should just unleash my Heavenly Host body fully. I can probably last three seconds before I explode.
'In that three seconds, maybe I could kill the Beast King.'
Zeus' eyes turned cold, but then he just chuckled at himself, realizing how ridiculous that idea was.
Those of the Immortal Stage were nearly impossible to kill. Let alone in three seconds. And Zeus didn't quite know how strong he would be with his Heavenly Host body fully released.
It was just a jokey thought. Kind of.
"You got fucked up, huh! Hahaha!"
