"Yes, sir, you know about this place too? It seems Bangkok is quite famous as a city in the Eastern human world, hahaha."
Faced with the awkward remarks from the young man, Malin smiled slightly.
What the hell, Bangkok... when did it beco the Sage’s disciple? What exactly is this deep dive all about?
"Alright, I’ll go help out down there. Please feel free to act as you see fit, sir. You are, after all, a Westlander. But if you can help take away so of the children, everyone in this city will be grateful to you."
No problem.
Malin nodded. Though this was a deep dive, completely unable to affect the real world, Malin still wanted to help, because it brought him peace of mind.
I’ve been here; although I cannot change history, at least I’ve done my part here.
With such thoughts, Malin landed, standing in front of the Bleeder troop chasing civilians. The Psionic Wall firmly trapped the Bleeders, and a more muscular Bleeder stepped out from the ranks. Tearing through the Psionic Wall, he approached Malin, swung his sword towards himself, and executed himself. The Demon Sword fell into Malin’s hands.
Malin casually tossed it, pinning a Bleeder into flight. The short bow in Malin’s hand transford into a staff, and at the mont it struck the ground, the Bleeders who broke through the crumbling Psionic Wall were swatted away by an invisible giant hand as if they were re pests.
While the Bleeders were still airborne, Mana in Malin’s hand had already transford into a short bow. The Energy Arrows flew out as Malin pulled the bowstring, piercing through the Bleeders.
Turning around, Malin looked at the young Thainan boy who remained behind, a flicker of confusion appearing on his face: "Why haven’t you left?"
"I— I... I want to know my savior’s na." The boy’s face showed a hint of fanaticism. "My parents took my younger brother and sister far away, so I desperately want to know your na."
Malin chuckled.
Your na... Ah, wasn’t that the na of the last ani he had watched?
"My na is Malin." Malin smiled as he finished speaking and, feeling the distant footsteps approaching, waved to the stunned boy staring behind him: "Alright, run along now."
The boy turned and fled in a panic, only then did Malin turn around to face the approaching Great Demon.
"A Legendary figure, so weak!"
Behind this demon were countless Bleeders marching in its wake.
Skull Reapers, the na popped into Malin’s mind unbidden—a pawn favored by Khorne... how intriguing.
Malin extended his hand, with Subspace initially unresponsive. But as Malin reached out to tear open a rift in Subspace, the Great Demon finally began to roar.
"Interesting!"
From within, Malin retrieved the Naless longsword given to him by Khorne.
"A perfect skull!" The Great Demon roared, simultaneously blocking the Bleeders who intended to attack—so-called glory dictated its actions.
Malin noticed soone erge from the alley behind him. He turned slightly to see lead soldiers followed by civilians.
"Move quickly," said the soldier leading the group, noticing the situation Malin was in. He turned to the leader among the civilians and continued, then resolutely walked to Malin’s side with his weapon in hand.
Beside him were hundreds of helplessly wounded soldiers. Most bore injuries, yet in this mont, no one chose to retreat.
"You can leave too," Malin said.
In the next mont, the Demon Swords from the slain Bleeders simultaneously rose under Malin’s will. They gathered on either side of him, resembling an army, or perhaps more like puppets awaiting orders.
"There won’t be many spaces left on the fleet. We’ve still got more civilians behind us." The soldier spoke while pressing on the bandaged wound at his bleeding forehead.
"Little sir, you said you could hold off this monster alone. We certainly believe you. But we also wanted to demonstrate the courage of Thainan n." Another soldier added, his face marred by a deep gash that exposed muscle and fat as they gaped pale.
"My family is behind us. Little sir, you’re small in stature, perhaps so things will slip your notice." A young male citizen holding a shield and battle axe managed to force a grim smile onto his pale face.
More and more human soldiers gathered behind Malin. Without paying them further attention, Malin looked toward the Great Demon in front of him: "Fight or flee? What is your choice?"
"I’m waiting for more skulls to step forward!" The Great Demon laughed loudly: "Now, it’s ti. You will be my greatest prize!"
Malin struck his dual swords together, and with an earth-shaking battle cry, everyone witnessed Malin growing larger. His sweat-stained shirt shredded as Mana seamlessly transford into a pair of oversized shorts.
Eventually, Malin grew larger than the Chaos Demon before him, his two swords turning into massive weapons.
"Even if you kneel and beg now, it’s too late! I will sever your limbs! Shatter your skull! Your Flesh Hounds will surely thank for adding to their feast!"
As Malin roared, everyone noticed the Flesh Hounds on the other side had already prostrated themselves on the ground.
"No! No! I will kill you! I will prove I’m greater than you!" The Great Demon stomped forward and charged at Malin.
But its attack was blocked by Malin’s left hand wielding Khorne’s sword. What appeared overwhelmingly powerful to others could not cause Malin to retreat even half a step. Simultaneously, his other hand plunged the longsword into the Great Demon’s chest.
"...Is the little sir slaughtering chickens?" The shield-and-axe-wielding citizen asked his comrade.
"Definitely not. I’ve never seen a chicken this large." His comrade responded, utterly dumbfounded.
The Great Demon roared but was knocked to the ground by Malin’s strike. As it struggled, Malin swung his massive sword, severing its right hand, grabbed its whip-wielding left hand, and kicked its face. The kick sent its anger and despair back into Subspace, while Malin’s sword cleaved through its left arm.
In the next mont, Malin extended his right hand to grasp the demon’s colossal horn, then used both hands to grab hold of the horn, placing his left foot against its chest. Ultimately, Malin exerted brute force to pull the demon’s head from its torso.
Malin tossed the head to the ground, raised his foot, and crushed it underfoot. He raised both arms overhead, releasing a second deafening war cry as the warriors behind him erupted with morale and fervor.
The Bleeders and Flesh Hounds broke into chaotic infighting. The Hounds betrayed the Bleeders, who were utterly routed. With a re gesture, Malin sent the Demon Swords eagerly charging into the fray.
You seek blood, do you not? I’ll grant it gladly.
Malin diminished back in size—remaining enormous consud enough Spiritual Energy to annihilate the Bleeders across the street three tis over.
The landlord’s ho doesn’t have surplus grain to spare, huh.
With such lantations, Malin stuck his hand back into Subspace and pulled out another pair of oversized shorts, slipping them on again.
"Li—little sir, is that demon truly dead already?" The soldier with a bandaged head looking akin to Ah San hurried over, his face filled with astonishnt and delight as he questioned Malin.
"Correct. It wasn’t stronger than I am, so it died quickly." Malin answered truthfully. Such creatures, honestly, weren’t durable. Malin couldn’t possibly stretch out the fight and trade blows for days just for entertainnt.
Then he examined the soldiers: "You should leave. Beyond this demon, there will be others. This city cannot be defended by alone, and your losses today have already been heavy enough. Go, I’ll cover the rear."
"...Since the little sir advises so, we should leave." The soldier gazed at the Chaos Demons tearing each other apart ahead, eventually chose to take the advice, leading his forces into retreat—there was no choice but to go. It’d be foolish for hundreds of them to linger and add to the burden of the little sir, right?
A bit down the road, the soldier belatedly turned to his companion beside him: "Did the little sir ntion his na earlier?"
"Malin!" soone responded.
"Malin... Strange, do Westlanders have nas like ours too?" A soldier asked in confusion.
"If I have children soday, I’ll na one Malin." A soldier bearing the surna Ma said with a flushed face.
"Wow, shaless much!" The reply ca in the form of united verbal ridicule from his peers.
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