The Supre Man had joined the fight.
Both Malthus and the God were in front of each other and before the first punch, Malthus decided to make the Supre Man fly as well.
So to do that, the red man increased his hands to ten and with his full power, he clapped with all those hands.
BOOOMM!!
A shock wave erupted from his fingertips like a cumshot after hours of foreplay and it reached its only target—the Supre Man.
I was safe since I was not in the position of the impact but the Supre Man was just in front of that blow.
A huge gust of wind reached him and I saw all of it on the sky screen.
My vision was still blurred but I could see. I could still make out so details.
The Supre Man kept his feet planted on the ground as if a highest paid actor was casted as a tree and was giving his all for the role.
Nevertheless, the handso god didn’t fly away.
But the next second...
My vision darkened.
I couldn’t see anything at all.
It was as if sothing covered my entire face. Did Supre Man suddenly feel like doing 69 after seeing in an upside down U position?
Did I lose consciousness? But how? I can still feel my surroundings. Is this so new type of passing out where the man can narrate even in unconsciousness?
I would have agreed that was the case until I heard the people of Moral gasping like a girl who just found out she can make money just by taking pictures of her feet or by storing farts and then selling them.
Though, their gasp made believe that I was still conscious. Which ant sothing was blocking my view.
Since I can’t move my hands, I used my mouth to remove whatever it was in front of my face.
I blew air from my mouth and I felt so light entering.
I blew faster and harder as if this was going to be uploaded for the premium mbers of the pornhub and soon, my hard work paid off.
The thing that was on my face fell down and I can finally see blurry again. But at least I can see.
I looked around first to see why the people gasped.
I saw sothing shiny standing in front of my feet and I figured that would be Supre Man. But he was shining more brightly now. His head, to be precise. The shine was like a buttock wiped with a diamond. Like a natural shine. But what happened?
The impact from Malthus’ clap had died down too as no huge wind was dawning on anymore.
I blinked and shifted my gaze at the thing that had covered my face.
I looked at it and instantly frowned.
It was a bunch of hairs.
No. Correction. It was a wig. Of all things, it was a wig! A black haired wig.
Wait. That wasn’t all.
Beside the wig, lie a long white robe.
What is all this?
How did all these things co here?
Could it be...
The people gasping.
The black haired wig.
The long white robe.
I jerked my head at the Supre Man and gulped.
"... Hey, um, Supre Man, that shine on your head, I could be wrong but..."
I furrowed my brows and with less hopes, asked:
"Are you perhaps bald?"
Supre Man flinched.
Shit.
I turned my head at the sky screen.
I saw all of the Supre Man. Clearly.
And then just like the people, I gasped too.
Because he wasn’t just bald...
"You are fucking overweight!?"
The Supre Man flinched harder this ti.
"Answer , you fat cunt!"
"Yes! I am bald and fat! I am!"
I rolled my eyes.
My hopes were lies again.
The Supre Man turned around, facing .
His tummy tumbled left and right as that shining on his head was just his peeled bald skull.
He had tears in his eyes as he gawked at .
"I used to have hairs but being a God isn’t easy. Do you even know how stressful is it? People keep praying to for various things. So people want to fuck their neighbour, so wants to beco a dog so that they can finally get so bitches because they lost hope from the human race. So won want to get paid as equally as n. I lost my hairs dealing with such impossible wishes!
And when their wishes don’t get fulfilled they curse . So I drowned myself in beer and got a big stomach! I also don’t like this, okay? But I can’t just change myself now. My powers only work on other people. It doesn’t work on my own body! I am a God only for others, for myself I am just a NPC, FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
The Supre Man almost choked in the end. But damn, being a God sure is a pain. I an, I was one for a few minutes and look at now, and he was a God from the start. I can’t even imagine how much struggle he must have faced.
Yeah, man. You have my support. I won’t judge you.
"Cut that crap!"
But I can’t say the sa for the people of Moral.
"We don’t need a fat God!"
"Riley, take the money. I have changed my mind. I am not going down with him."
"I also don’t want it, dad. I would rather have that Alien’s antenna."
"Yeah. And I would rather have that dog mistake as his girlfriend again."
"Besides, judging by the size of his stomach, the Supre Man is already pregnant."
"Is that so? Then I will give you so action, Supre Man. I get turned on by pregnant n."
"Are you serious? And who are you?"
"I am Prisoner."
"Oh. Then I am not surprised."
"Yes. All the Supre man has to do is to drop his soap and when he bends to pick it up, I will give him a proper shower. Hehehe."
"Shit. I am not standing in front of you anymore. Imma stand at the back now."
...
How co each ti the crowd says sothing, it escalates to border-line illegal?
Nevertheless, the Supre Man heard all those people and he turned around to face Malthus again.
"I am fighting to save all these people and here they are, humiliating like I licked their mother’s panties in front of them. Nevertheless, Malthus, I will deal with them later. First cos your death."
The Supre Man took a stance.
My respect increased for him as he was still ready to fight for the people even after getting insulted like a fat man who wanted to participate in a high jump competition but got appointed as the safe mattress to lay on the floor instead.
Malthus, however, had a frown on his face.
He raised his finger and pointed it towards the Supre Man’s right hand.
"That’s good and all, but why is your trident bent backwards like that? How can sothing solid bend like that just by a clap of my hands?"
After Malthus said that, I looked at it too and indeed, the Supre Man’s trident was bent backwards as if soone did doggy style with it while grabbing its hairs.
The Supre Man looked at it as well.
"Oh this?" He said. "Don’t worry about it. It bends like that. The impact from your clap made it this way."
"What? But how can sothing made out of gold bend like that just by the wind?"
"Gold? What? Oh.. You an this?" The Supre Man raised the trident in the air. "It’s not gold, Malthus."
Malthus turned serious.
too.
It’s not gold? But it’s glowing golden? Wait... The Supre Man is a God. Of course gold is too little for him.
The trident must be sothing more extraordinary. It should be made out of Mythril or so ancient dragon’s bone.
Yes. That must be it.
The Supre Man smirked as he waved his trident.
"This trident, Malthus..."
I gulped.
Malthus stared intently at the weapon.
And the Supre Man, like the God he was, revealed the secret of his divine weapon.
"It’s pure plastic."
"..."
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