The first thing Ryuk did after killing the Knull King was get rid of the loosely hanging cloth on him, donning a simple shirt and trousers.
He eyed the overexcited Ascended Alliance warriors, watching some collapse to their knees, bawling their eyes out while clapping as hard as they could.
And Ryuk finally felt a bit of fire in him ignite from the victory as he raised his hand, clenching it into a fist.
His simple action drew an even louder cheer before he floated up into the sky, soon becoming a light beam that shot into the distance.
Only if he knew… it wasn't just a few thousand, but about a billion Enderathians cheering loudly for his simple action.
The Knull Kings—terrors that struck fear into the hearts of the masses, as they knew not even the gods of this world could easily take them down—had been defeated live before their eyes by a single individual.
