The Ancient God let out a maniacal laugh,
reveling in what it believed was a guaranteed victory.
Its sharp limb swung down toward Luca at blinding speed—
And at that exact moment, Luca suddenly snapped his eyes open.
Out of thin air, a weapon materialized in his hand.
He instantly raised it, placing it between his body and the incoming razor-sharp appendage.
"You haven't won yet! Cracking open the champagne now is a little premature, don't you think?"
The Ancient God was utterly stunned.
It had no idea how such a reversal was even possible.
Luca seized the opportunity—
With one strike, he shattered the attacking limb and leapt back a dozen meters.
"The dream world is my domain! I can remain fully conscious in any dream.
You'll never destroy me with mere psychic assaults here."
Now standing in a safer position,
he shouted at the Ancient God with unwavering defiance.
"And you? A grotesque pile of crawling filth dares to call itself a god?
