Vol4 Ch42: One who could not become stronger need only welcome death

"What's the matter, Rip?" The Doctor doubtfully asked.

Everyone here was an elite, each of them a foremost expert in their own respective fields as well as a warrior, so they would naturally notice the short pause in Rip's words.

"It's nothing, I just felt like something was off" Rip Z didn't try to dodge the subject. He understood his comrades well, knowing that trying to gloss things over would only rouse their suspicions, so he directly mentioned some unusual symptoms that some or all of them should have experienced.

"Right at that moment, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu" Rip Z knew that the Ultra Space-Time Squad, especially The Doctor, who lived and breathed the flow of time would definitely feel similar disturbances.

Perhaps they would even sense matters that occurred in parallel worlds, but under the influence of the Eye of God, they would quickly forget it.