The master unleashed thousands of Nano Bites into the night—each one in their Impossible Mode, which is basically "God Mode with extra disrespect."
The guards on this continent?
They didn't stand a chance.
As long as ten of them didn't gang up on one robot, the robots were basically immortal, unstoppable, and clinically insane.
They didn't fight battles. They hosted funerals.
Once the robots vanished into the distance to commit chanical genocide, Stronges decided it was ti. We were marching toward Malthus.
Our final boss.
The reason therapy exists.
Everyone had fire in their hearts, murder in their eyes, and at least one unresolved emotional issue fueling their steps.
But just as I took one step…
[ Use a Skill. You have a skill that allows you to teleport people. Use it. ]
The System chid in. I had told him to tell the skills I could use during the battle or anywhere he sees fit as I didn't know what skills I had.
And judging by how he told that just in ti, he was doing a good job.
'Use it.' I said.
[ Yes. Ask everyone to hold each other. And one person should hold you. All of you need to be connected. Hand-holding optional but recomnded for dramatic effect. ]
Alright.
"Everyone. Touch each other. Master, place your hand on . I have a skill for teleportation. Everyone needs to be connected with , whether directly or indirectly. I will teleport all of us right in front of Malthus' castle."
"Great. Everyone, do it." Sexis' mom ordered and everyone placed their hands on each other's shoulders.
Sexis' mother placed her left hand on my shoulder. Everyone else linked up like a human centipede of impending regret.
I asked them if everyone was ready and they all said they were.
So I wasted no ti and even without telling the system to do it…
[ Skill Premature Ejaculation Activated! ]
That was the na of the Skill and it probably makes arrive faster everywhere.
And as I expected…
WHISH!
All of us vanished and when we saw in front of us, we were already where we wanted to co.
In front of Malthus' castle.
The prison door was still there and now it had more protection than ever. It was covered in so many locks it looked like a paranoid billionaire's diary.
The door wasn't made of wood this ti. It was a thick tal door.
I smiled seeing that.
"Master, from now on, let do things my way. I an, now we shall do whatever we want as long as we do not sway from our plan of weakening Malthus. Will that be alright?"
Stronges smiled. "Sounds good. Then don't mind . I am going right in."
She bent her knees and jumped to the top floor of the castle. She landed on the top balcony like gravity was an optional setting.
All my other Allies also dashed at the main guard of the castle and they began pounding on it.
The moon hung high, cold and watchful.
The darkness around us was thick, but we weren't bothered.
We'd ditated until our senses transcended human limits.
We were monsters now.
Also, the master still held Jack's dead body on her right shoulder like it was a designer handbag from Hell.
She could have made a robot carry Jack's dead body but I believe she wanted to use all the robots for fighting. As the robots were made for fighting. Not carrying the dead body.
And anyway, she was fine with carrying the dead body so there was nothing wrong with that. That woman could probably curl a tank if she wanted.
Honestly, Stronges could solo Malthus.
She could solo the sun if it annoyed her.
But she wouldn't. She wanted to be the one to end him.
The hero killing the demon in front of everyone—it's poetic, cinematic, propaganda-worthy.
Anyway, there were no guards around Malthus' castle, probably because it was dead in the night. All of them were sleeping.
My allies banged on the door and their fists had managed to make holes in the big huge gates of the castle. I watched them for a while and nodded.
They will manage themselves.
The ghost Jack was also with Stronges as he believed that his skill will co in handy because the woman was inside the castle after all. She needed him the most at the mont.
I didn't mind that as for now, I was about to do sothing that wasn't that important.
I simply wanted to do this to make fun of Malthus and his thinking.
Sexis and Erect were beside as they were my friends. Also, they were the ones who had seen and fought Malthus from up close along with . So it's only natural that they shall be with . I also didn't mind their company.
Right now, I walked towards the new tal door at the exit of the prison.
I saw no guard around it and even if there was a guard, I wouldn't have minded it.
I reached the thick tal gate but it was still one step away from .
So I took one more step and as soon as my feet touched the ground in front of the door…
BURST!
The ground bursted.
I stepped back.
I swear sothing ca out of the ground. As if it was waiting for to step on that particular spot of the ground.
When the dust settled, us three saw what it was.
In front of us, a man, No— A thing. Mud dripping off his body like lted sin, eyes replaced by binoculars, muscles bulging like they were auditioning for a steroid comrcial.
He stood tall, chest bare, hands like slabs of demolition equipnt.
Then he roared.
A sound so loud it made the air vibrate like an unpaid intern.
Seeing him, it was clear that he was a monster and the guard responsible to protect the prison.
It was taller than all of us so he leaned at all three and peered deep inside my eyes.
"You will die today. No one cos here!"
I stared at him.
Then sighed.
"Bro, your entrance needs work. You sound like a mall security guard on pre-workout."
He leaned forward, bringing those binocular eyes right up to my face.
Hot air blasted over like a hair dryer powered by bad breath.
I tilted my head.
"Your neck…" I said slowly, drawing my black katana, "…is so thick. I bet it'll feel good…"
I smiled, that kind of smile that makes therapists shiver in their sleep.
"To slice it off."
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