Konbini Ossan Volume 9 Chapter 22 — The Meaning of That Tenacity
I step forward, switching places with Vladgaria.
Then I activate cursed sludge and miasma, deploying them around Serial Killer.
“Useless, useless, useless! It won’t work, it won’t work!”
As expected, perhaps because our powers share a similar nature, it doesn’t seem to deal much damage.
However, the debuff itself appears somewhat effective, as its movements are slightly dulled.
I immediately create a karambit knife made of dark matter and swing the blade along Serial Killer’s arm.
The sharp edge slices through the surface of its arm.
But it doesn’t seem to deal significant damage. Flesh rapidly overflows from the wound, filling it in and restoring it instantly.
A true monster. A grotesque ability.
“Hahahaha! Powerless, powerless, human! I will kill you here, and then lead the monsters of the Great Forest Autonomous District into human territory!
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A horde of monsters led by the god known as Serial Killer will cast humanity into the depths of despair!”
Metidovan speaks while counterattacking, throwing punches toward me.
Something about his words feels off, and I respond while dodging.
“With all due respect, the people of the Great Forest Autonomous District are more rational than you think. I doubt they would recklessly endanger themselves by picking a fight with humanity.”
“Fuhahaha! Fool!”
Metidovan laughs at me and continues.
“If they refuse to follow my divine Serial Killer, then I will make them submit by force! And if they still resist, I will implant homunculi into their brains and drag them out of the Great Forest by force!”
“That’s far too self-serving, isn’t it?”
I feel irritation at his plan and argue back. At the same time, I generate dark matter bullets from the cursed sludge and fire them at Serial Killer.
They fail to pierce through, stopping halfway embedded in its flesh.
“Do not speak as if you understand, you human! That tragedy… when people saw my kin as nothing but meat, when they swung their blades with eyes filled with vulgar desire!
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You who know nothing of that massacre, what right do you have to speak?!”
Driven by rage, Metidovan continues his assault, hurling insults as he attacks.
“They died! Their flesh carved, their skin peeled away! Praised as delicious while their bodies were devoured by humanity! My kin died in agony! You called them livestock and arrogantly forced them into breeding experiments!
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Countless of my kin suffered, despaired, and took their own lives under those horrific conditions! You who know none of that pain or hatred… what right do you have to call me selfish?!”
As he finishes, Metidovan clasps his hands together and swings them down.
His overflowing hatred seems to fuel the attack, the curse-like energy spreading to his arms. The impact against the ground sends that energy scattering outward.
If hit by that, Vladgaria would take considerable damage. I create a dark matter shield, protecting her as she concentrates her magic in the rear, preparing a powerful attack.
At the same time, I speak back to Metidovan, drawing his attention to me.
“I only know of the Mediterranean tragedy through hearsay. But I do know this; I have seen those who live in the Great Forest Autonomous District. The goblins who live there.
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They follow their own philosophy, striving toward a better tomorrow. They are not defined by conflict, they learn from the strong and seek greater happiness. They are wise. Humanity and they can understand each other!”
As I speak, I wrap both arms in cursed sludge and miasma, condensing the curse energy and increasing its density.
“And yet! If things continue as you say; if this becomes a war against humanity! If your revenge drags the Great Forest into it! Then they too will become victims of this ugly conflict!”
I channel the condensed curse into my fist and strike at Serial Killer.
“You greedy human! Do not pretend to understand!”
Metidovan roars, and Serial Killer throws its fist.
My fist and its fist collide head-on. My curse energy and Metidoban’s hatred clash, each trying to devour the other.
This is the moment.
This is where I must hold my ground.
I cannot lose. The power in my fist may be a cursed, detestable force.
Even so, I cannot afford to be pushed back here.
For the sake of those goblins… for the future of the Va tribe!
I will break through!
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E/N:
Not only Ossan is powerful in body but, his talk-no-jutsu is also powerful!
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