I had a feeling Sexis would say sothing serious but I never imagined him saying:
"I have no Skills anymore."
For a mont, I thought I heard him wrong. It was like a McDonald’s employee saying his body count is in double digits.
"What do you an you have no Skills now?" I asked.
"I an what I said. I have no Skills anymore!"
"But you had more than six thousand skills. How can all of them go away? Are you sure? What about your system?"
"I am sure. I have not even one skill now. And there is no system interface in front of ."
I bit my lip.
"How is this possible? What is going on, Supre Man?"
I am terrified now. Skills were the only things keeping alive against Malthus. And now that could be taken away too?
Only one man could explain this and that’s why I asked the Supre Man for an answer.
I waited.
I waited for the sky to show so ssage.
I waited for my system to relay the Supre Man’s words.
But... nothing ca up.
Silence.
"Where are you, Supre Man? Say sothing." I shouted in the sky.
But like before, no reply ca.
Did he run away?
"Dude, it’s your planet. At least stay here for its demolition."
I shouted once more but the result remained the sa—silence.
Sweat arose from each hole of my body and so were such holes that I never knew existed.
The silence of the Supre Man was suffocating. I only felt such silence in my life when I tried to flirt with a girl by quoting ani and she asked if I needed help.
But my thoughts ended as Malthus’ laugh bood once more.
"HahahahahahahaHa!!"
He laughed out loud like the villain he was but... he stopped after that.
I raised my brows. "And?"
"What?" He asked.
"Don’t what . Did you just wanted to laugh?"
"I was laughing at you, Human King."
"It’s been a while since that happened."
"Even your God ran away seeing the scenario. You are alone now, human king. I could only laugh at you."
"Shut up. I am already tensed enough about his Skills vanishing. Don’t pile up more worries on ."
At that, Malthus flashed a grin. A grin saying he knew sothing that I don’t.
"What is it? Don’t grin like a chicken who just solved a math problem."
"Enough of maths!"
"Then why are you grinning?"
"Tell , human king. When do you think this Alien King lost his Skills?"
I frowned. I looked at Sexis.
"You answer that."
"That’s not a ti to be selfish, Racis."
"It’s you who lost the Skills, motherfucker. Only you can answer with accuracy."
"Oh right. Well, I think I lost the Skills when... I lost my hands?"
Malthus grinned wider. "Exactly."
"What?" I asked.
"Only after I ripped out his hands, the Alien King lost his Skills. Coincidence?"
My pupils widened.
"Don’t tell .."
"Yes." Malthus smiled. "Finally, you got it."
"He lost his skills because I spat on him?!"
"Yes. Exactl- What- No! How did you co to that conclusion?"
"Am I wrong?"
"Of course you are!"
"Then?"
"My lord," Erect spoke. "I think I know what this guy is trying to say."
I turned my head to the right.
I was still lying on the ground, beside Erect.
"What is he trying to say then? Tell ." I asked him.
"This red man is trying to say that..." Erect paused, he inhaled deeper, then said:
"Sexis lost his skills when Malthus ripped out the Alien’s hands."
"..."
"You just repeated what he said a few monts ago."
"Yeah. But technically, I am not wrong."
"But if I add one plus one—no offense to your maths, Malthus—I can understand one thing."
Malthus stared at , waiting.
Erect and Sexis did the sa and I finally said:
"Sexis lost his skills when Malthus ripped out the Alien’s hands."
"..."
Silence... Again.
"Just now, my lord... didn’t you say the sa thing as ?"
"Yeah. But I build more tension."
"Fair."
"Why? Just... why?"
TUD!
Malthus let go of his sword.
TUD!
Then he fell on his knees?
"Why did I even co here? Why was I so greedy and stupid to choose this fucking PLANET!!?"
Malthus began cursing, abusing himself.
He shouted towards the sky.
Then...
BAAM!
"Why!?"
BAAM!
"Why!?"
BAAM!
"Why!?"
BAAM!
That bastard began bashing his head on the ground.
He suddenly got possessed by a rock guitarist of a band.
BAAM!
Ugh. The ground is shaking with his head banging.
BAAM!
Just how strong is he?
BAAM!
Why did he get so annoyed? He isn’t killing either. Even the mohawk guy was better than him. At least he didn’t wait for to make more fun of his baby girl.
And where the hell is Supre Man?!
BAAM!
"Alright. That’s enough! What are you doing? That’s not how you treat a migraine."
"You are my migraine!"
"... Valid. But still, don’t make the ground shake. Think about the poor rabbits. They have been living underground since losing the race with the turtles. Don’t humiliate them more."
"The fuck are you talking ABOUT!?"
BAAM!
BAAM!
BAAM!
Shit. He lost it.
Now he began bashing his hands on the ground too.
"I will kill everyone. I will kill everyone related to you. I will kill your mother. I will kill your father. I will kill your ancestors. I will find and kill your entire fucking familyyy!!"
Malthus was doing a banging performance... literally.
Erect and Sexis’ body jumped by the impact of his head and hands on the ground.
I managed to keep my balance but the bastard wasn’t stopping.
He would kill himself like this. What kind of suicide is this? I an, I once saw a man trying to suicide in a railway track but I dashed just in ti to push him away on the next track. Not my fault the train was supposed to arrive on that track.
BAAM!
Malthus was still on it.
BAAM!
Fine. He should just kill himself like this. Better for .
BAAM!
Yeah. Bash harder, big guy.
BAAAM!
Nice. More.
BAAAMM!
Harderrr!
BAAAMMMM!!
Harder like you an it. Harder like Erect’s uncle.
BAAMMMMM!!
Yes. That’s what I am talking about. Do it. Kill yourself!
BAAAMMMM!!
PLIIICKKK!
...
Hmm?
What happened?
"Why did you stop?" I asked because Malthus stopped bashing his head which was a wise decision but it would have been truly wise if his head still wasn’t on the ground.
Malthus didn’t reply but Sexis, who was lying closest to Malthus, did replied:
"Racis... I think.. No, I don’t think. I am seeing it."
"What?" I asked.
Sexis paused for a second, then answered:
"He is stuck."
"... Pardon?"
"Yes. You heard right. He is stuck. His gigantic horns are deep inside the ground and he couldn’t pull them out."
"Wha- how did that happen?"
"The way he was banging his head I would have been surprised if this hadn’t happened."
"So he can’t co out?"
"He is trying but his horns aren’t bulging. He is squirming but nothing is happening."
"I see. His dick must be jealous of his horns. At least they can get inside sothing."
"Ho ho. Good one."
"Screw the jokes, my lord. Now’s your chance!" Erect shouted.
"Oh yes. You are right. Now I can attack him all I want."
"Exactly. Go and finish that bastard." Erect motivated .
"Yes, Racis. You can do it. He is horns deep inside the land." Sexis too.
"Alright. I won’t miss this chance. I will kill him like a Man."
I stood up from the ground, held my swords, summoned determination from my heart and used a Skill.
SWISH!
I vanished.
And then I arrived behind Malthus.
Sexis saw .
He saw and narrowed his eyes.
"You arrived behind him? He is just stuck, Racis. He is not your stepsister. What are you planning to do with him?"
".. You degenerate. I wasn’t even thinking about that. Don’t put ideas in my mind. I arrived behind him to stay safe. Now I can do anything I want."
"Wait. Then let join too. Threeso is more popular."
"I am not talking about porn! Shut up. Don’t speak anymore. I am just going to insert my sword inside him."
"..."
Sexis stared at but before he could say sothing, I realised my mistake.
"I an my actual sword. I am going to kill him."
"Now I want to see if you are really going to kill him or sothing else. I will close my eyes if you tell the truth though. I can understand being shy in front of people. You can trust ."
".. The only thing I can trust you with is to make every thing R rated. Shut up."
"YOU BOTH SHUT UP!!"
Shit. I wasted ti again.
Malthus broke through the ground.
He brought back his horns from the clutches of hell.
He roared and turned around.
He saw .
I went petrified.
There was no distance between us.
Then, in no ti, he held his sword and swung it.
I jumped back but...
The thing I was afraid of happened at that mont.
Seeing a sword swung at from such a close distance, must have made her worry. Her heart must have skipped a beat.
And in that worry, her voice resounded in mine, Sexis’, Erect’s and worst of all, Malthus’ ears.
The voice saying...
"My Son!"
And I knew that voice.
I could recognise it even in my sleep.
It belonged to none other than my Grandma.
I gulped.
With wide eyes, I stared at Malthus and Malthus... after hearing that voice, grinned from ear to ear.
"So you do have soone whom you care for, Human King. This just got so much fun."
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