In Noah's very own mind space.
The ancient figure of the Usurper floated calmly as he dropped many bombs on Noah, the biggest one being the fact of all remaining to be the concept of a Champion.
That Noah's transmigrated soul that had been given the Idle Gaming System was being raised to stand in this Reality as its champion- standing against the powerful Primordial Beasts that roam the vast Seas of Ruination outside Galaxies!
"This…"
Noah was taken back as his mind buzzed with information, his thoughts extrapolating further as he thought of the certain chance of death that he had reduced to a mere 50% chance less than a day ago. Now, when he glanced above him and gleamed his destiny, he saw that his chance of death was further reduced by 10% just after he obtained this information!
It gave him the terrifying reality that was reinforced by the words of the Usurper. His death…was bound to be by the hands of the Primordials.
THRUM!