I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 93: That Alien Got That Dawg In Him... Literally

So I asked Supreme Man to heal me but he said he would do it after killing Malthus.

Then, naturally, I asked if he would heal me after killing Malthus?

I expected a yes but the Supreme Man said he would first take money from Riley’s father and make the old man get some experience with a God.

I could only grit my teeth at this because, well, I was in no position to do anything to the God anyway.

The backlash from God of War skill wasn’t just me turning into a yoga lover’s dream position. There was more to that.

My mind was on the verge of splitting in two and my vision was blurry as well. I felt like I was watching Japanese ponr but with the whole screen censored.

At most, I can only stay conscious for five minutes and I just hope in those five minutes, the Supreme Man kills Malthus so I could faint with peace after seeing his dead body.

The sky and the ground wasn’t thundering and rumbling anymore and the Supreme Man stood in front of my feet like my savior. Like a father protecting the only child who ever gave him hope... and the phone number of his hot math tutor.

He was just like I imagined. Handsome, tall, long hairs and eight packs abs. Like a true God.

I know for sure that he would win.

The next second, a gust of wind arrived and huge thumps began resounding in the battlefield.

And it needed no genius to figure out why all that was happening. The answer was simple...

The planet was twerking.

Wait... no. It meant...

Malthus was coming.

Supreme Man held his trident and planted his red shoes on the ground.

He held his head as well for... I don’t know what reason.

His robe fluttered in the wind, making him cooler than ever.

"Who dared to send my FLYING!?" Malthus’ roar filled the battlefield as the next moment, with a THUMP, he was in front of the Supreme Man.

Both beings stood face to face with each other with a little bit of distance between them.

"Who are you?" Malthus asked, carrying all the anger of the world on his face.

The Supreme Man waved his trident. "I am the God of this world, red bitch."

Malthus’ scowl vanished and it got replaced by a grin.

"So even you came down. I managed to scare the God himself. I would love to kill you, golden bitch."

"Then stop talking and start the finale."

"I will. I will. But before that, you will pay for making me fly."

"Pay? Do you charge people for making you fly? Are you running some reverse airport here or something?"

Damn. I didn’t know Supreme Man could talk like that. I thought he would be some serious being. But he is making jokes right now.

"You are just like the human king, huh, God. Joking like that." Malthus said.

"Huh?" The Supreme Man frowned. "I wasn’t joking."

What?

Malthus frowned, then raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed, before replying, "Then did you seriously ask me whether I charge people for making me fly?"

The Supreme Man pumped his chest. "Yes."

Malthus massaged his temples.

I know how he feels.

The Supreme Man and Sexis sometimes take things in a literal sense.

Malthus’ titled his head, looking behind the Supreme Man, at me exactly.

"Now I am not surprised he chose you as the protector of this world. Only a God like he could do this."

"Don’t roast me along with him, man. At least I didn’t say funny things while being serious. I know when I’m joking, unlike him."

Malthus opened his mouth but the Supreme Man spoke first:

"Enough. Talk to me, Malthus. I am your opponent now."

The red man removed his gaze from me and landed it back on the God.

"I will surely talk to you, but not before making you fly as well."

Malthus spread his arms.

Then he muttered something under his breath and the next second, I saw something I had seen before. But this time, it was more scary.

From Malthus’ back, eight more hands erupted.

Four on each side.

Yes, this was the same Skill that Sexis used.

But that Alien King’s scythe hands were nothing in front of Malthus’ burly, protein sponsored hands.

Now he had ten of them in total.

What would he do with those hands now? I would have told him to go to bathrooms with glory holes and put those hands in good use. But I won’t tell him that because, well, I won’t be able to go to those bathrooms right now. I should also get some benefits from my idea.

The Supreme Man also saw those hands and unlike me, he remained unfazed.

"Summon hundred hands if you can, Malthus. I will not be afraid of you."

Yeah. That’s what I was talking about.

This God got the looks, got the abs, got the height and got the guts.

And not only me, the people of Moral agree with me too.

"Yess!"

"You rock, Supreme Man!"

"I have the money, Supreme Man. I am ready whenever you are."

"Do me too after him, Supreme Man."

"Huh? But you are an Alien."

"So? Aliens feel horny too."

"But how will Supreme Man do it with you? I can’t see any entrance on your body."

"There is an entrance on my body. I am wearing clothes right now so you can’t see it."

"Fair enough. So are you a male alien or a female alien?"

"I am a male alien but one night, when the darkness was at its peak, I was crawling on the street to stay safe in darkness, then suddenly a dog came behind me and mistook me as his girlfriend. So right there and then, I got that dawg in me. After that night, something awakened inside me and I wasn’t the same anymore."

"...I never asked for your biography, but based on your trauma, you can go first. I’ll wait."

"That’s so generous of you, human."

"Don’t mention it. You don’t need to thank m—Riley! Why the hell is that Alien’s antenna going towards your ass? I can allow Ghost, but not an Alien!"

"He is paying me this time, dad."

"Oh. That’s oka—LIKE HELL IT’S OKAY! Go inside the house!"

"Okay."

"Hah! Let’s go, Supreme Man! You can do it!"

"Supreme Man!"

"The handsome Supreme Man!"

"Supreme Man will win!"

...

These people are nuts.

He almost let his daughter create an Alien and Human fusion.

And how can he cheer for Supreme Man after witnessing all that?

And don’t even get me started on that Alien’s backstory. I’m keeping quiet. I don’t want PETA hunting me down.

Anyway, after having ten hands, Malthus spread them wide.

Then, he grinned.

"Prepare to fly."

SLAPPPP!

In one motion, he slapped all ten of his palms with each other and the result?

A huge gust of wind met the Supreme Man head on.

But the Supreme Man didn’t fly away.

What flew away was...

His dignity.

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