Chapter 88: Ryuk Vs Mark
Justin let out an amused scoff, running a hand through his hair. "You think we don’t know who you are, you little shit?"
Ryuk sighed, finally shutting his book with an audible thud. His gaze flickered between them—Justin, the so-called prince of Babylon, a man renowned for his arrogance and cruelty; and the golden-haired guy beside him, who carried himself with an air of authority. A Utopian, most likely.
He looked around first to see if Steve was present. He never felt comfortable with strangers, so most of the time he buried himself in his books.
"Look, I’m not interested in talking," Ryuk said bluntly. "I don’t get along well with strangers. So just leave me alone."
Justin chuckled, his expression twisting into something more sinister. He took a slow step forward, "An arrogant prick, huh? It’s been ages since I’ve met someone who actually needed a good beating."
"What should I do..." Ryuk muttered to himself as his meta-bot blinked in response. "Ah, no way. Steve’s going to lose his mind."
"Get down here," Justin called, his smirk broadening. "Let’s see what you can do. Fight my friend here."
Mark stiffened slightly, realizing what Justin was doing. He had just been thrown into a challenge before even deciding if he wanted one. Justin, of course, had planned this the moment they arrived—pitting him against Ryuk as if they were allies, as though Mark had already agreed to play along.
Before Mark could speak, a voice interrupted him.
"Ah, young master!" Steve rushed toward them, clearly panicked as he attempted to defuse the situation. "Please forgive his lack of manners. He didn’t mean to offend you."
Ryuk sighed and jumped down from the container, landing lightly on his feet. His expression remained unreadable, yet the slight furrow of his brow indicated he wasn’t thrilled about this.