"W-what did you say?"
At this point, Kuzon was shell-shocked. What was the man before him saying?
He had spent over three weeks trying to find the man Neron had told him about.
And now that they had reached this juncture, he was telling him that it wasn't as he'd thought? Something didn't seem right.
"Don't get me wrong, Kuzon. You did well in searching for me. You could say I'm the pathway to finding your prize— the actual person you're meant to impress."
Kuzon calmed himself and decided to listen, not think.
Crazy Neron was someone who saw the end from the very beginning, right? That meant all he was saying had to have been valid.
"Who am I supposed to impress? Where's the person that's going to approve of me?" He asked, determination burned into his eyes.
'It's already been three weeks. I can't delay things any further...'
Despite that, Kuzon had already begun to think about the general relativity of time.
And it hurt his head.
