I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 101: That Ain’t How You High-Five a God, Bro

My eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. I wasn’t seeing something fake like a loyal girl.

It was real.

The Supreme Man really had a long thick hand pierced right through his chest.

The God’s eyes widened as he slowly turned his head around like a hungry for oil and head pats robot.

"You celebrated too early, God."

Everyone shivered.

Malthus’ face was completely broken.

His nose was twisted. He was missing one of his eyes. His long sharp front fangs were now half.

He looked like a vegetarian homeless man who turned into a zombie and starved to death because he didn’t want to eat meat.

The punches of Supreme Man did manage to damage Malthus but they weren’t enough to kill him.

Heck, Malthus was buried under a whole mountain and yet he was alive. He could be the role model of cockroaches if he ever applied for one.

The Supreme Man stared at Malthus and his lips muttered something but before he could form words, everyone remembered one more thing.

Malthus had ten hands and he used them right away.

PUCK!

One of his hands was already inside the Supreme Man’s chest and now, all his ten hands pierced through the God’s entire body.

This was some high level BDSM stuff the only difference being, instead of using the old ones, new holes were getting created.

The Supreme Man coughed more blood and he stopped looking at Malthus.

Instead of Malthus, the Supreme Man looked at me.

He was standing very far from me near the Bulge mountain but the God’s eyes knew where I was and he looked right at me.

His bloodied red eyes peered into my soul. He stared at me in the same way a blind beggar did when I gave him a rock saying it was just hard bread. Not my fault, he was actually blind and got choked on the rock in the first bite.

But looking at the Supreme Man, for the first time, I am seeing death from up close. No jokes came to my mind right now as those eyes, those bloodied eyes, made me remember the fragility of life.

Malthus brought his face closer to the Supreme Man’s ears. "You fought well, God. I almost died. But like I said, you celebrated too early and now you are paying for that. And if you want to ask if I charge people for killing them... the answer is Yes. I do."

Malthus laughed out loud and I could only watch the fleeting breaths of the Supreme Man.

The people were silent and I was too.

My throat felt like the throat of a boy who woke up after being the first one to sleep on a guy’s sleepover.

No words came out of my mouth.

My family hadn’t said anything for a while as well. Mostly because they are the only people who are going to lose a family member.

Erect’s sister lost her brother and my whole family would lose me now.

The common populace of Moral and my family would be under the rule of Malthus now and this world will have its new God. And with a ruler like Malthus, this world would soon become just like Earth.

The Old God was at his last breaths. Everything was going to hell with a flight that had additional nitros.

Small town boy in a big arcade, Fighting him was a losing game.

"Now, God. Give me your powers or your hands."

PUCK!

Malthus pulled two of his hands from inside the Supreme Man and those two hands, held the hands of the God.

"Nooo!" I shouted.

Malthus was unbeatable as he was, if he got hold of the powers of a God, then no one would be able to beat him. Chuck Norris has to come here to free this world.

Nevertheless, my shout did nothing as Malthus would not stop. He was power hungry and would definitely get all the powers of the Supreme Man.

The backlash of the God of War skill on my body was at the peak of its pain as my eyelids turned heavy. They were about to droop.

I felt like a female turtle trying not to doze off during sex because her boyfriend is taking hours just to do one thump!

I tried my best to keep my eyes open as the last thing I wanted was to leave Supreme Man alone in his last times. He fought well. He really did. The most I can do for him is to stay awake and make him believe that there was one man who genuinely cared for him.

I kept my eyes on the Supreme Man, even if I can’t see him clearly, I still knew where he was and I am sure he could see me that I was seeing him.

We both stared at each other and the next second...

PLUCK!

Malthus ripped out one hand of the Supreme Man.

And instantly after that...

RUMBLE!

BAAAAMMM!!

The ground rumbled.

The sky thundered.

The earthquake made its appearance again and the sky cracked lightning like it did when the Supreme Man had first made his entrance.

Malthus also looked around but instead of being afraid or vigilant, he grinned like he saw a mute man with his mouth wide open in the bathroom.

"So this is what happens when a God is about to die. I am enjoying this a lot."

Malthus wasn’t afraid of anything now and the Supreme Man also didn’t show anything on his face.

I expected someone to interfere to save the God but nothing happened. The ground and sky were really betting farewell to their God. Or it could just be his children playing with the sound system of heaven.

But one thing was clear:

No one was coming to save the Being.

After one hand, Malthus moved on the next hand of the Supreme Man.

He held the hand and took his time to rip it.

Eight of his hands were still pierced through the God and I couldn’t even imagine the pain he was feeling right now.

He must be feeling like a 5 cent eraser riddled with holes by the pencil of a first grader. Or worse, by a dyslexic first grader.

Malthus applied pressure on the only hand of the Supreme Man but just then...

The Supreme Man opened his mouth.

He was silent for all this time but now he finally decided to say something.

His lips trembled as he muttered:

"Racis,"

"Yes. I am listening. What is it? Do you have a special move? Do you need your trident? Do you need some tape to close the extra holes of your body? Do you need to see a thick woman twerking? Just say the word, Supreme Man! I will help you!"

I tried to help the being but he slowly shook his head.

"Just listen to me."

"Yes. I am listening."

The Supreme Man paused, collecting his breath.

"I won’t die. But I will be immobile for an indefinite time. My body will be hidden somewhere around this world. I won’t be breathing anymore. But I won’t die. I don’t want my world to end. I don’t want Malthus to have my world. That’s why..."

The Supreme Man’s bloodied red eyes glowed in golden light and that light shot out of his eyes faster than the thumb of a virgin yoga instructor on his phone’s camera button to capture the feet of his students.

"This will be my last gift and my last hope to you. Use it well."

"Dieeeee!!"

Malthus’ roar resounded again as just after that golden light came out of the God’s eyes, the red man did it...

PLUCK!

He ripped the other hand of the Supreme Man as well.

The eyes of the Supreme Man went empty as his whole body slumped on the ground with a THUD like the mannequin outside a shop I once tried to practice french kissing with.

The next moment, the God’s skin went gray, the fingers of his legs turned purple and I have lived long enough to know what all of this means...

It meant one dangerously, murderously, voluptuously, simple thing—

The God Was Dead.

And as if my body was waiting for this exact moment as with the brightest brightness in the world, brightness higher than the brightness of my grandma’s mobile, flashing in front of my eyes, I went unconscious as well.

That day, something happened which the good people always thought would never happen.

That day, my audience—

The Villain Garnered An Absolute Victory Against A Hero And A Bonafide God.

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