"You want to know something funny?" I shouted at the Titan. Blood ran from my nose, my ears, my eyes. The pressure was liquefying my internal organs. "I've been going easy on you!"
The Titan's six eyes focused on me. It recognized a threat.
I'd been holding back. Trying to clear this floor the "right" way. Trying to be the hero who saved everyone. The protagonist who brought his party through Hell Mode intact.
Fuck that.
I was the Singularity. I'd reached the 99th floor in the Old World. I'd looked gods in the eye and told them they were obsolete. I'd erased cities. Killed beings that thought themselves immortal.
And I'd been struggling on the nineteenth floor because I was trying to account for two random players I didn't even know.
The laughter kept coming. My mana pool was screaming. [Singularity] wanted to evolve. It wanted to consume. It had been begging me to unleash it since I started this climb.
So why not?
