Konbini Ossan Volume 9 Chapter 23 — The True Wish
Crackling sounds burst as my fist and Serial Killer’s fist clash against each other. Because they are powers of the same nature, neither can erode the other, and the energy simply collides and scatters.
“Guhhh…! A filthy human like you…!”
Metidovan’s fist presses forward, but I hold my ground and endure.
“Humans are indeed ugly. We are consumed by our desires. We make mistakes over and over again. I can’t claim I’ve only walked the right path either.”
As I respond, I slowly push his fist back.
“Humans dominate life, harm others, and struggle to survive and be happy! That may be our true nature! But precisely because of that, the desire to live is real! It’s something everyone shares!”
Step by step, my fist pushes back Serial Killer, pushes back Metidovan’s will.
“And what of it?! Does that mean we can understand each other?! Such nonsense is nothing but an illusion! Empty words!”
“Yeah, maybe it is! Just because we share the same desire doesn’t mean we can understand each other! That’s what war is, that’s what every conflict in this world is!”
Accepting his rebuttal, I counter again.
“But even so! You should understand! The desire to survive! The injustice of having that desire trampled!”
I speak while recalling what I saw in the Great Forest Autonomous District, remembering the smiles of Govagova and the others.
“The goblins in that forest were living with hope for tomorrow! The same wish to live that you and I both understand, the precious desire that comes with being alive!
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And yet, you would trample that?! You, who know the tragedy of the Mediterranean people! You, who understand the despair of having that wish crushed! How can you do such a thing?!”
As I finish, I put even greater strength into my fist and thrust it forward.
“Wha-?!”
Perhaps shaken by my words, Metidovan lets out a sound. The energy overflowing from Serial Killer’s fist begins to waver.
Piercing through that weakness, my fist drives forward. It collides with Serial Killer’s fist, and my cursed energy erupts, rapidly corroding it.
“Guh! To think it would be this much!”
In a panic, Metidovan cuts off Serial Killer’s arm. He barely escapes the corrosion, but at the cost of losing one arm. Regeneration seems slow, this damage is significant.
“Do you still not understand? The true meaning of your revenge. What you truly wish for.”
“My… wish?”
As I steadily close the distance, Metidovan braces himself. The energy that once overflowed is now visibly diminished, weakening him.
Now, I will corner him with words.
“The reason you harbor such intense hatred toward humanity… isn’t it because you deeply empathized with your kin’s desire to live?! Because you understand the ugliness of trampling that desire?!”
“W-What are you-?!”
Overwhelmed by my words, Serial Killer takes a step back, as if recoiling.
“And yet, if you still choose to trample the Great Forest! To crush the future of the goblins who live there! Then how are you any different from the humans you hate?!”
I draw back my fist.
“Otogi! Take this!”
At that moment, Vladgaria finishes her preparations.
The magic she has carefully refined, an intense fusion of aura and abyssal attributes, flies toward me.
I wrap her power in a membrane of cursed sludge and load it into my fist.
“If you truly believe that denying the desire to live will be your revenge… then I will stop you right here!”
“Guh… damn it! Move, damn you!”
Metidovan desperately tries to move Serial Killer, but its energy source is depleted. It can’t even take a proper defensive stance.
I thrust my fist toward its head.
GAAAAAAH!
The cursed sludge coating my fist pierces through the revenge-fueled energy within Serial Killer’s body. Into the opening it creates, I drive in the power of Vladgaria’s magic.
Unable to resist, unable even to defend itself, Serial Killer takes the blow. Its body is torn apart from the inside by abyssal magic.
The flesh, the pipe-like structures forming its skeleton; all are ripped apart, shattered, and crumble away.
Once all the energy has run through its body, Serial Killer is completely destroyed.
From the collapsing torso, Metidovan’s true body emerges.
With a stunned expression, he stares blankly at us.
“N-no… My greatest creation…”
Muttering that, Metidovan collapses to his knees, his head hanging low.
The battle is over.
This is our victory.
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E/N:
In the end, it was the power of "love and friendship" that helped Ossan absolutely demolish this Iron Man suit from Temu 😂!
Honestly, Metidovan got thoroughly disciplined!
Stay tuned!
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