Chapter 948 Lord of the Universe
As Rudy gazed upon George, hovering in the vast emptiness of space, a curious juxtaposition of emotions painted his countenance. His eyes, usually alight with confidence and resolve, now held a spark of bewilderment that seemed incongruous with the situation at hand. Yet, beneath the surface, concealed from George's view, there lingered a disturbing grin.
It was a grin that betrayed the hidden depths of Rudy's psyche. The earlier sense of disappointment and dissatisfaction that had briefly clouded his mind had now been replaced by something altogether more sinister. Rudy, had unwittingly uncovered a facet of his own nature he'd never truly acknowledged before – a thirst for revenge so malevolent it sent shivers through the fabric of the cosmos.
Rudy had thought, for a fleeting moment, that he had vanquished George without subjecting him to the torturous suffering he had reserved for his most despicable foes. But now, as he stared at George's unscathed form, a revelation struck him like a bolt of cosmic lightning. The universe itself seemed to shudder at the implications of this revelation.
The truth was stark and unyielding: Rudy didn't merely want to defeat George; he wanted to break him. He desired to see George writhe in agony, to hear his cries of despair echoing through the cosmic abyss, to relish in the cruelty of his demise. This was the darkness that lurked in the recesses of Rudy's soul, a darkness now laid bare in the unforgiving expanse of space.
As the stars and galaxies bore witness to this unexpected turn of events, Rudy's grin evolved into something more menacing.
With every passing moment, Rudy's resolve solidified. His gaze, once marked by bewilderment, now burned with a cold and unwavering determination. He had made his decision – George would not escape the torment Rudy had planned for him. The cosmos itself seemed to tremble, recognizing the coming clash of titans, the clash of light and darkness, justice and vengeance.
In the cold, starlit void of space, Rudy and George remained suspended, the tension between them palpable, their enigmatic confrontation continuing. Rudy, his earlier bewilderment now replaced with an eerie determination, finally broke the silence with measured words.
"George," Rudy began, his voice resolute, "I must admit, I am curious. How did you survive the black spear, and who, or what, are you really? How did you acquire such powers?" His crimson eyes bore into George, demanding answers, yet veiling his curiosity beneath a shroud of stoic resolve.
George, for his part, was unfazed by Rudy's inquiries. Instead, he met Rudy's gaze with a calculating and unreadable expression, his body suspended in the boundless cosmic theater like an enigma wrapped in an enigma.
Rudy knew he couldn't appear desperate for answers. He remembered their previous encounter when George had posed these very questions to him, and how Rudy had chosen silence, forcing George to practically beg for information. Rudy wouldn't allow himself to fall into a similar trap.
With a hint of a grin, Rudy shifted the cosmic balance with a proposal. "George," he said evenly, "let us make a deal. An exchange of information, if you will. You provide me with the answers to my questions, and in return, I shall share what you seek to know. A fair trade, don't you think?"
George considered Rudy's offer, his inscrutable demeanor unbroken. The expanse of space seemed to hold its breath, as if the cosmos itself awaited the outcome of this cosmic parley.
In the vast expanse of space, Rudy's proposal hung in the air like a fragile web, waiting for George's response. It seemed, for a moment, that George might agree to the deal. After all, he, too, sought answers to his own questions.
Rudy's crimson eyes, still glowing with a faint trace of their earlier battle-ready intensity, bore into George, awaiting his reply. The distant stars flickered as if holding their collective breath.
Then, with an unexpected twist in the narrative, George's lips curled into a cryptic smile, a sly glint in his eyes. "I no longer need your answers," he declared, his voice a mere whisper amidst the boundless void.
Rudy's reaction was swift and perceptive. His instincts told him that George's refusal wasn't driven by indifference but rather a calculated move, a tactical choice. Rudy couldn't shake the suspicion that George was protecting something—something he didn't want Rudy to uncover.
A humorless chuckle escaped George's lips, and he pointed a finger at Rudy, his body hovering in the starlit abyss like an enigmatic specter. "I now know who you are," George proclaimed, his tone dripping with a strange mix of revelation and challenge. "I know what your powers are. You are... the so-called Lord mentioned in the book of prophecy."
The words reverberated through the stillness, an enigma within an enigma, casting a shadow of uncertainty over their confrontation. Rudy's crimson eyes flared momentarily with a mixture of surprise and intrigue.
It was a revelation that held the potential to change the course of their encounter. The name "Lord" was no mere title; it was steeped in ancient prophecies and legends, spoken of in hushed whispers. Rudy, the enigmatic being with unimaginable powers, had just been thrust into the spotlight of a narrative that had been written eons before his existence.
Humans shouldn't know about it since the human race was abandoned and they were left with nothing. Knowledge and power of the unknown was taken away from them, but it wasn't completely erased.
In this profound moment of revelation, Rudy extended his hands, palms upturned, his expression bearing the weight of countless eons. A subtle, knowing smirk graced his lips. "You're right," he confessed, his voice resonating with an ethereal quality. "I am the Lord."
George's curiosity burned like a star's glow, compelling him to dig deeper. "How did you become the Lord? What were the requirements?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine intrigue.
However, Rudy's reply remained shrouded in enigma, and his eyes harbored the secrets of the ages. He didn't yield to straightforward answers.
"Could it be that you were chosen at birth?" George pondered aloud, a theory unfurling in his thoughts.
Rudy scoffed, the sound echoing with the wisdom of ages past. "I was the Lord long before I was born," he revealed, an ancient authority in his tone.
Rudy said as his body charged with the electricity of the cosmic energy.
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