My last words weren’t my last words... again.
Soone literally dropped from the sky—like a horny pilot who saw a grand canyon and shoved the entire aeroplane inside it—and introduced himself as my plot armor. Which is understandable, I am the MC, if I didn’t have plot armor people would not call MC, they’ll call MF.
The golden Being was bright but I could make out his appearance a little. He had long black hair reaching till his waist and he was tall. He had red shoes on and on his hand, a golden trident shone like a weapon built for destruction.
His entry had sent Malthus flying away and many of his soldiers died just by the impact of his entry, the lucky were those who also flew away like Malthus by the impact.
I was lying beside him in an upside down U and my head tilted to my right. I know I have described my position for too many tis now but being a codian, I tend to repeat saying things for better understanding.
"What is your na?" I asked. "And who are you really?"
"You already know , Racis."
"I do? The last I checked, I haven’t t a man who looked like a child’s school project covered entirely in glitter to hide the fact that his project has nothing else."
"You know . Just believe ."
"At least drop a hint, man. And look at while talking. Don’t show your back to ."
The man didn’t turned to face but he did dropped a hint:
"I am the reason you are in this situation right now. Now you get it?"
My brows shot up.
Is he...
"Are you... Are you..."
My lips trembled. It couldn’t be.
"Are you Malthus’ grandfather?!"
"Yes. Wha—No! The hell? How can you even think like that?"
"I always think out of the box."
"You broke the whole box."
"Then who the fuck are you?"
The man clenched his fist.
He finally turned and faced .
"I am the Supre Man! The God of this world!"
Oh.
I see.
So he is the Supre Man.
Good.
Now I can...
"You bastard of a God!" I barked. "You told this world is only filled with Aliens. But then this super villain straight out of Marvel appeared in the sky and started wrecking havoc. He killed Erect, Sexis and I have been saying my last words for the past three Chapters! He ruined my privacy by showing my internal organs to the whole world. And then you dropped out of the sky like a two dollar Tom Cruise and declared you are my plot armor? Fuck you. What else is left to armor? Everyone saw everything of and if you could do sothing like this from the start then why the hell did you waited for to be completely humiliated like a pornstar featuring in the slave genre??"
...
The Supre Man blinked.
The common populace went silent.
I sighed.
I couldn’t see the exact face of the Supre Man but judging by his height and aura, he must be handso.
But to hell with his features, I don’t know when I would get to see him again so I vented everything out.
And now everyone waited for the God’s reply.
And he did replied:
"So you are happy to see . I am glad."
"... How did yo—Yeah. I am happy to see you. Now do sothing, Malthus would be coming here anyti now. It’s all on you. I don’t know how long I can stay conscious, but I’ll try to watch you fight till the end."
"Yeah. You just rest, Racis. I am a God for a reason. I’ll take it from here."
The Supre Man turned his head away from and now he wasn’t beside anymore. Now he stood just in front of my feet.
If Malthus ca to kill , he would first have to deal with Supre Man and that won’t be easy for him. Because a real God is a real God. And soone that handso always wins.
Just like , the people were also in awe of the Supre Man as for the first ti, they were seeing their God in flesh.
"Our God is here!"
"He is just like how I imagined!"
"He is so handso!"
"Dad, give money!"
"What for, Riley? Wait—you are outside again? Hmm? Ghost is not with you this ti. Good."
"Just give money, dad. The money that Ghost returned to you."
"Why do you want it?"
"I will give it to the Supre Man and ask him to lay his hands on ."
"The hell? I am not giving you money for that!"
"Why?! Won’t you be happy that I impressed a God?"
"That’s not it!"
"Then why are you not giving money!?"
"Because I will give it to Supre Man and get fucked instead!"
...
It runs in the family it seems. The man was scolding his daughter about this very thing and now look at him, getting ready to get down with a God. Heck, Supre Man will accept it considering how he was ready to have a go at if I managed to defeat Malthus. Good thing, I didn’t win.
And If I managed to stay alive, I am eting this Riley girl. If she even appeared to be a little bit human female with necessary body parts, I am doing it free of cost.
Talking about being alive, now that Supre Man is here, I can ask him to heal .
"Hey, God. Now that you are here, can you heal my open chest? I don’t want to be the reason for people getting better at understanding human anatomy."
"Not yet, Racis. This fight is more important."
"What? Malthus could literally pull my heart if he reached ten steps near . He had even placed his hand on my heart three tis now. I do like people who touch my heart but that’s just taking it too extre."
"Wait a little more. I will make sure Malthus ends today."
"And then you will heal ?"
"No. Then I’ll take money from Riley’s father and fulfill his desire. A God always listens to his believer."
This motherfu—
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