"Heh!"

Ruger Whitebrook scoffed when Constantine asked that question.

Ruger looked at Constantine like he was looking at an idiot. In fact, he actually insulted Constantine straight to his face as he replied to him.

"Idiot!"

"What do you think this looks like?"

"Obviously, when I was trying to destroy your soul in order to possess your body, something went wrong and I was the one who ended up with his soul almost destroyed and fused to yours. As for why this happened, don't ask me because I don't know. If I did, I would have definitely prevented it from happening and I wouldn't be in this mess."

"Also, before you ask, I don't know how to resolve this issue. Like before, if I have a solution, I would have already resolved this issue, so I wouldn't have to put up with an ignorant mortal like you."

Ruger's words were harsh and direct. He didn't feel guilty at all as he insulted Constantine and he even mentioned how he wanted to possess Constantine's body with a straight face. It was only right that Ruger tried to possess Constantine's body, and the fact he had not succeeded was simply bad luck for Ruger.

Listening to Ruger, Constantine could no longer take his constant ridicule of him.

From the moment Constantine had come face to face with Ruger Whitebrook, he had always been undermined and insulted by the latter to the extent that Constantine could no longer take it.

Constantine himself was a hot-blooded teenager and he couldn't stand criticism normally, even when he was wrong on some occasions. Not to mention now when he was actually the one who had been wrong by Ruger, but the latter showed absolutely no remorse for this fact.

After interacting with Ruger for a time and seeing that it really seemed like he couldn't do anything to him, coupled with the fact that Constantine could no longer stand Ruger debasing him as he did, Constantine became emboldened and rebuked Ruger harshly.

"Shut up... I said shut the hell up!"

"Who are you to talk to me like this? Don't forget that you're the reason why we are in this mess in the first place, not me! If you hadn't tried to possess my body in the first place, none of this would have ever happened. But instead of feeling remorseful for the wrong you have done to me, you're here without an ounce of remorse insulting and debasing me like I am lesser than you."

"What gives you the right to treat me like this?"

Constantine roared loudly at Ruger and rebuked him harshly...

He was not afraid that Ruger would harm him because he could feel that Ruger was weak and had no power to do anything to him at all.

In the end, Ruger really did not do anything to Constantine. He only sneered as he replied to Constantine's rebuke.

"What gives me the right you ask?"

"Naturally, it is because I am strong and you are nothing but a weak brat. In the universe, the strong will always rule against the weak. This is a universal truth that will never change. Naturally, because I am stronger than you, I can do whatever I can to you and there is nothing you can do about it."

"You should be honored that I even deigned to possess your body for myself because then, it would be the only chance for you to ever rise up from your mediocrity in life and achieve greatness."

Ruger was not done speaking...

Pointing at Constantine, Ruger said to him clearly, "Listen, boy, according to your world's analogies, I am a tiger, and you are nothing but a weak little lamb just waiting for the slaughter. It is my will to devour you as I and when I please to do so. You understand?"

Constantine listened to Ruger calling him a weak lamb and while he knew that was the truth when compared to the behemoth Ruger was, Constantine was unreconciled to accept that fact.

Not willing to back down and accept Ruger's labeling of him, Constantine looked directly into Ruger's eyes defiant and said, "Is that so... then pray tell, why a mighty tiger like you was defeated by the weak lamb and had his soul and memories devoured and fused by me?"

"Are you sure you are a real tiger and not a paper cat instead?"

As soon as Constantine's words fell, for the first time, there was a change in Ruger's calm expression. His face immediately transformed from having a carefree expression to becoming incredibly glum and ferocious.

Ruger Whitebrook started darkly at Constantine like he wanted to eat him up and he said to him in a sinister tone of voice, "Careful boy, do not tempt your fate! You are playing with fire. I advise you to not say what you will later regret... words cannot be taken back once said and a tongue that speaks loosely will be cut off and fed to the dogs!"

As Ruger's words fell, his aura became very mighty and imposing, causing the surrounding scenery to change.

The white clouds that filled the space around them immediately became dark and stormy and bolts of powerful lightning flashed inside them, electrifying the air and causing Constantine's body to tingle.

Standing in the midst of this storm, Constantine's senses were overwhelmed with a powerful suppressive pressure that threatened to knock him unconscious. As for Ruger Whitebrook, he sat on a dark cloud with lightning flashing around him looking like a storm god descended on the world.

Ruger's bearing inspired fear and awe in people, and Constantine felt the urge to kneel and worship him immediately.

Constantine was scared to death by this display of absolute power by Ruger, and he immediately regretted provoking this monster that would not be judged by human standards.

But just as Constantine was about to kneel and apologize, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Constantine looked at Ruger Whitebrook, and what he saw caused him to feel terror in the depths of his soul. But despite this, a nagging thought kept lingering in Constantine's head and he constantly asked himself a single question.

If Ruger Whitebrook was really as powerful as he looked, why then did he not simply punish Constantine directly instead of going to all the trouble to scare him like this?