Silence reigned at the top of the building for a long while.
Old Jack silently smoked his cigarette while Ryuk finally closed his eyes, feeling the air whipping by him.
With his level of power, everything seemed clearer than it had ever been.
The air hitting him could be felt distinctly and absolutely—more than he had ever felt it, even when he was just a kid back then.
[A kid. Ryuk, you're still 17. You almost never grew at all,] the system interrupted, resulting in a pause.
'To think, all of this time, only a year has truly passed for me...'
[Yes. It ought to be three, but you were always moving around, undergoing various time dilations that halted time for you.]
[Still, you've also exhausted about 25 years' worth of life aura during your training, so the true sense of time on you is quite skewed,] the system replied.
Ryuk shrugged his shoulders.
"Time doesn't matter. What matters is reaching the end of every single one of my goals... as fast as possible."
