Of course, it was a lie that nothing had happened.

The Emperor, who should have been omnipotent within that world of the mind, had discovered that he wasn’t so almighty in front of Eugene. The Emperor had desperately tried to escape, but once he had been caught within Eugene’s grasp, escape was impossible. To put up some kind of resistance, he had proceeded to attack Eugene, but no matter what type of attack was thrown at Eugene, it disappeared the moment it touched him.

The same went for any attempts at defense. Whether it was thickly constructed walls or a barrier covering his entire body, they vanished without any effect the moment Eugene’s fist touched them.

In the end, the Emperor was left with no choice but to be beaten into a pulp by Eugene. From Eugene’s point of view, the beating wasn’t all that severe, but for someone born into the royal family and ascended to the throne, a beating was something alien that he had never experienced in his life.

‘What a cowardly bastard,’ Eugene thought with a sneer.

Whenever Eugene boxed him around the ears, the Emperor would screech so loud it was like he was trying to rip apart his own throat, and after Eugene struck him with his fist a few times, the Emperor screamed like it was the end of the world.

After beating the Emperor like this for quite some time, Eugene ordered the Emperor to get down on his knees. The not-so-omnipotent Emperor immediately knelt down as instructed.

As the Emperor of Kiehl, Straut the Second was by no means a fool. He had just been subjected to a long-lasting beating in this world of consciousness. Though, in fact, it hadn’t really been all that bad, but to the Emperor, after that series of painful assaults, it had felt like his mind was on the verge of collapse.

So should he seek revenge?

It wasn’t like he didn’t have the means to do so. He might be powerless in this world of the mind, but in reality, Straut the Second was still the Emperor of Kiehl....