"Hahaha! Red Heart Seven, you've finally died by my hand!"
"The Source Ore is mine!"
Trudeau roared with laughter in the sky.
It was a laugh of pure, unadulterated release. All the anger and frustration bottled up inside him vanished without a trace.
"Does killing me make you this happy?"
An all-too-familiar voice drifted over from his side. Trudeau looked to his left in terror, only to find Red Heart Seven completely unharmed.
"You... you... how is that possible?"
Trudeau's memories felt scrambled. Countless images seemed to be hidden just out of reach, but he couldn't quite grasp them.
"I have to admit, that final Insect Emperor Rebirth of yours was quite interesting."
"But you must know, deep down, that it only exists in your imagination. It's utterly impossible to achieve in reality."
"I was simply fulfilling your final wish, allowing you to play it out in this virtual world."
