"Hahahahahahahha," Ethan started laughing like a mad man.
The sound echoed unnaturally in the space around him, as if even the air itself could not properly contain the weight behind his laughter. It was not simple amusement. It was not relief. It was something deeper, something that bordered on madness yet carried a terrifying clarity within it.
He found his self of supremacy again.
For a long time, that sense had been buried under uncertainty, under limitations, under forces that stood far above him. Now, it returned with overwhelming intensity, as if it had never truly left him.
His ultimate talent did not disappoint him.
It was beyond his expectations. It was not just powerful. It was absolute in a way that made everything else seem trivial. Every previous doubt he had ever held about his path vanished without resistance.
"Let's fuck up those two motherfuckers and the god races," he thought with a devilish smile.
