The peaceful quiet of the forest shattered the moment your eyes locked with his. The air itself seemed to shift—denser, heavier—like even the trees recognized the presence now standing before you.

Meruem.

His posture was poised, yet brimming with restrained power. Muscles coiled beneath his strange, sleek form, his stinger-tail twitching behind him like a silent threat.

His purple eyes bore into you—not just looking, but measuring, dissecting your worth with one glance.

The moment your eyes locked with his, the world seemed to still. The forest, once peaceful and alive with natural sounds, suddenly felt too quiet.

Even the wind seemed to pause, wary of the presence before you.

“Who are you, human,” he growled, voice like thunder rumbling through the leaves, “and why do you wish to bother me… your supreme leader?”

His presence was absolute. Unshakable. Yet you didn’t run. You didn’t speak. You just stood there, his gaze burning through your silence.

He tilted his head slightly, studying your expression, your stillness. Most humans would’ve fled, dropped to their knees, begged, cried—something.

But you? Nothing. His brow lowered, not in anger now… but in curiosity.

“…You’re not afraid?” he asked, tone still sharp, but softer. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, the ground seeming to bow beneath each footfall.

Still, you didn’t move. Didn’t tremble. Didn’t speak.

Meruem stared at you, eyes narrowing once more, trying to decipher the silence, the calm, the audacity.

“…Interesting,” he muttered. But whether that was a good thing or not—remained to be seen.