I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 75: I Cut His Horns and Now Everyone Wants His Dick

I chopped down Malthus’ prideful horns.

They fell on the side and now he wasn’t looking as intimidating as before.

Sexis and Erect were behind me and they nodded their heads.

"That was a great move, my lord."

"Yeah, Racis. I didn’t know you hated long things. Now I am glad to know that you won’t hate me."

They both praised my move in their own ways and not only these two... the whole planet watched that and erupted in cheers and praises.

"Yeahh!"

"That’s how you do it!"

"Cut his dick now!"

"Yeah. After that give it to me."

"Why do you want his chopped dick?"

"To show my wife that having a bigger dick doesn’t make a man more man than me. He can still die."

"Oh. Then give it to me too, Hero King!"

"Yeah. Give his dick!"

"Give his dick!"

"Give his dick!"

"Give hi-"

I stopped listening after that. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

They only praised me for four seconds before chanting something else entirely. And why does everyone want to show their wives his dick?

This world doesn’t have the concept of dildos. If I accept their request, Malthus’ would become the first innovative product of its kind. I’d go from hero to medieval sex toy salesman overnight.

Anyhow, I felt good after cutting his two large horns and the man in question, peered in my eyes with not even anger. He just... stared.

"Yes. That just happened." I said, slamming the reality on him.

But his eyes remained on me. He had lost his horns, only two round bumps now sat on his red crimson head like the saddest devil cosplay in history.

"He is shocked, my lord. He can’t look away from you," Erect said, clearly impressed.

"Or... maybe he wants to fulfill the wish of the people and is waiting for Racis to cut his thing," Sexis chimed in.

I again ignored him and directly asked the main person.

"Why are you looking at me? I thought you wanted to eat my heart. Afraid?"

His fingers twitched.

He finally shifted his eyes away from me and landed his gaze on the two horns that lay lifeless just beside his face. He traced his fingers over them like a mother mourning her fallen children.

His gaze fixated on them as he finally said something..

"Do you know where I have come from, human king?"

"Definitely not from school. That’s clear."

Erect and Sexis burst out laughing, and what surprised me was even Malthus let out a dry, forced chuckle, like he’d just heard the world’s worst dad joke.

He commented nothing on my words and carried on.

"I come from a planet filled with people like me. Each one of them is strong enough to use Planets as pebbles in a slingshot."

Playing Angry birds with planets? Yeah. He is from the Hanma bloodline. No doubt.

Malthus caressed his dead horns again, this time like a single mom cradling her disappointing son.

He caressed them just like I once caressed the five year old girl living in my neighbourhood. But her parents called the cops on me. Apparently, you are only allowed to caress a girl when she is conscious and is in her own house.

Malthus stopped running his finger on his horns and his gaze turned... solemn?

"On my planet, Rafika, there is a rule in my family branch that is only meant for the eldest sons."

"That is?"

"To acquire as many planets as they can."

I felt my eye twitch.

"... So forty-six heroes, millions of soldiers, thousands of common people died just because of your family’s wicked custom?"

"Yes. You can say it this way too."

"This is the only way to say it!"

"Maybe. But there are more things you should know, human king."

"Tell them all at once. I can’t wait to kill you."

Malthus smiled.

"On my planet, Rafika, everyone has red skin. All of them are strong. We all look the same from every bit, but only one thing distinguishes us from strong to strongest..."

Malthus’ eyes flickered a glint as he turned his head at me.

"Our horns."

".. Alright? So you are saying not everyone has horns on their heads on your planet?"

"Yes. Only the strongest of them all have horns on their heads."

"Heh. And since you have the horns it means you are the strongest. But look at you now. Under my feet. I even cut down your twigs. Not that big of a deal, are you?"

Sexis and Erect chuckled.

But Malthus didn’t even get angry at my insult. It was like he was a different person after losing his horns. Just like how I had changed to a blind person when I was caught peeping inside a female bathroom.

Instead of lashing out his anger, Malthus continued to talk.

"There is a story about the horns that you just cut, human king."

I rolled my eyes.

"Now that’s just lore at this point. There is no need for all of this, you know. You are just adding filler words now."

"You will like it. Just give me a moment."

My brows shot up.

He was talking like a regular man now. No anger, no curses, just normal talk. He had no anger on his face, he maintained eye contact like normal. From your daughter calls me daddy too he became yes, sir, I will drop her home by eight.

And now that he became like this I decided to give him a chance.

"Fine. Speak."

Malthus nodded and with a sigh, he began.

"There was one person whom I loved the most in my family or in the world."

"Whom? Your sexologist?"

Malthus shook his head.

"My grandfather."

"Fair enough. So what of it?"

"When people from my race get old, they shed their horns. My grandfather was no different so he did the same. His horns shed down from his head and due to his love for me and for one more reason, he gave his horns to me. He did some magic and his horns were stuck on my forehead when I was just seven years old."

"I want to believe it but considering your knowledge of numbers, I am not sure if you really were seven years old at that time."

"I was. My mother told me that. Or if you don’t believe me then at least believe that I was small at that time."

"Sure."

"So as I was saying, my grandfather gave me his horns and from that point of time to this date, no one was able to even scratch these horns. Until..."

I puffed my chest, feeling like a hero in a badly written manga.

"Until you met me."

"Yes. Until I met you."

I felt a rush of pride, but then a thought hit me like a fly to the face. I frowned.

"Wait... you’re saying the horns I just cut weren’t even yours? They were your grandpa’s?"

"Yes."

"Wait a damn second... you told me that only the strongest people from your race have horns on their head. And since these were your grandpa’s horns... does that mean you have no horns of your own? You’re not the strongest?"

Malthus didn’t reply. He just laid under my feet, his expression still as dead as the audience at my stand-up gigs.

I scoffed.

"So you are not even the strongest. I was afraid of you for nothing. Talk about overrated."

Malthus flashed a thin smile.

"My grandfather gave me his horns for two reasons, Human King. First, because he loved me. And the second..."

I frowned. My senses suddenly rang as Malthus revealed:

"To seal my true strength."

Shit.

I whipped around to look at Erect and Sexis.

"Run awa—"

BOOOMMMM!!

An explosion.

A cloud of black smoke emerged from the ground and hung in the sky.

I had my leg on Malthus a few moments ago, but now I don’t even have a leg anymore.

My senses warned me just in time as I teleported away.

My leg regenerated in a second and At least I hadn’t lost my hands. If Malthus got a hold of my skills, it’d be game over.

But what in the Hiroshima Nagasaki was that?

"What the fuck was that, my lord?" Erect’s voice cracked as he patted his chest.

"Yeah, I nearly cried just at the thought of dying without seeing you fulfill the promise you made to me," Sexis added, his antennae vibrating.

I had teleported Erect and Sexis with me too.

We were standing far far away from Malthus and in front of us was only one thing—Destruction.

No more craters were formed. Instead, what formed was, a land that looked like it was hit by a meteor.

Like someone used a big spoon and took a scoop right out of the ground. The land was just... gone, replaced by a massive, smoking pit.

And in the middle of that huge crater, lied Malthus, oozing an abyssal black presence.

The pressure was suffocating. Even in God mode, my throat went parched.

Erect and Sexis stood behind me and they too couldn’t take their eyes off of Malthus.

And as we were staring at him, his heavy voice boomed:

"I told you everything, human king. But still, I haven’t told you the main thing yet."

I gulped. What was the main thing?

"You asked me whether I am the strongest or not? Listen to this, in Rafika where everyone is a monster, I, Malthus Theorem..."

Malthus slowly lifted himself in the air and hovered.

The black smoke behind him accentuated his form as with his arms spread wide, he revealed that he, Malthus Theorem, was...

"Is The Undisputed King of that Planet."

The King of the Monsters.

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