I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 97: Hide Your Kids, He Is Trading Them!

The Supreme Man flew away.

Malthus had punched him on his face while keeping both his feet on the God’s shoes.

As a result, the Supreme Man’s body came out of the shoes and flew far back.

But damn, how strong was that punch? Supreme Man ejected out of his shoes like my sperm after chatting with a dirty talking AI.

Nevertheless, the Supreme Man was a God.

He won’t die by just one punch.

He had flown away like he saw a naked woman for the first time calling him and he had crashed onto a mountain situated at the end of the Gangbang continent.

There was a cloud of dust around him and I believe, Supreme Man must have recovered by now.

He should come out of the smoke of dirt and continue the fight. So why wasn’t he doing it?

The smoke lingered in the air and the Supreme Man wasn’t visible at all.

Everyone was sure that he was behind the smoke as a golden glow was coming. Only the Supreme Man had that Adobe premiere light effect on him.

But why wasn’t he coming out? It’s high time now. Even I can’t stop myself from coming when the camera zooms on the actress’s lips, so the Supreme Man should have came too by now.

Malthus also waited like everyone else and the red shoes of Supreme Man laid near his feet.

The smoke stayed there and now everyone got restless.

But I know what will happen now.

The Supreme Man will walk out from the smoke like a Hero. Like a man walking while destruction is happening behind him. Like a man coming out of a closet after recording his wife’s naked body so that he can jerk off to it after the divorce.

I know it.

I am sure the people are expecting something like that too so they stayed silent even when they were eager to see the cool entry of the God from the smoke.

But Malthus’ won’t stay silent. He was surely getting impatient as he opened his mouth.

However, before he could say something. The Supreme Man’s heavy and majestic voice resounded:

"Hey, Malthus."

"What?" Malthus barked.

The Supreme Man paused and I am sure he was thinking the sickest dialogue to say.

The way he called out to Malthus was fire and I am sure he would say something like—

"... Can you pass me my shoes?"

"Da fuck?"

"Da fuck?"

Me and Malthus both exclaimed.

That was not what we both expected to hear.

I shouted like I usually shout.

And Malthus shouted just like me when a security guard offered me five dollars extra to swallow his load. I was really offended at that time. What kind of man did he think I was? Five dollars? I always take ten dollars extra.

Anyway, the Supreme Man wanted his shoes for some reason.

"I won’t give you your shoes. Come out and take them yourself." Malthus refused, which was understandable. He was a super villain not a Walmart employee in the shoes aisle.

"Look, man. I am asking as a fellow fighter. I need my shoes. Otherwise I won’t come out of the smoke. If you want this planet, you have to give me my shoes. Only then will I fight you." The Supreme Man requested again and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"What are you talking about, Supreme Man? Fukc the shoes. Come out and fight him. You are a God."

"Those are not normal shoes, Racis. They are special!"

"Yeah? What’s special in them? They lick your feet when you slide your leg inside them? Cut the excuses, dude. Just come out. I am sure you brought them from Temu too."

"... Okay. I brought them from Temu. But I still need them. They are special."

I gritted my teeth. This God is stuck on his shoes now.

"Malthus," I said. "Do whatever you want now. Just make sure he comes out of the smoke."

"I don’t need to hear that from you, human king. I will make sure he pays for asking me to bring his shoes over to him."

"Yeah. I will pay if you want. Don’t worry about the money."

Malthus clenched his jaw.

He was already annoyed by all the waiting and the Supreme Man was making it worse.

Therefore, at the height of annoyance, Malthus raised his leg and brought it down on one of the shoes of the Supreme Man.

The shoe got crushed under the weight of his leg as it became flatter than the chest of a man who masturbates five times a day.

But just after crushing the shoe, Malthus frowned.

He looked at the other shoe and then picked it up.

He examined it right and left, staring at it as if it was the same shoe that contains Ronaldo’s sweat.

After doing this for a few minutes, Malthus’ annoyed look vanished from his face.

His scowl got replaced by a grin as he crushed the other shoe with his fist alone.

Now Supreme Man had no shoes for him.

"God," Malthus said. "I understand now why you wanted your shoes. That’s why I will make sure you come out without your shoes."

"What? No. Don’t do it, Malthus. You can have my wife. Just don’t make me come out."

The Supreme Man bet his wife on the line? And he has a wife?

But Malthus won’t be tempted by a wife. Women are useless to him. That bargain isn’t gonna work.

And I can only imagine how Supreme Man’s wife must be. I mean, the man is willing to exchange her for some shoes from Temu.

"I don’t need your wife, God. I need your life."

Malthus snapped his fingers.

He vanished from his spot.

Then, he arrived at the bottom of the mountain where the Supreme Man was hiding behind the smoke.

Between Malthus and the God, was thick brown smoke of dust.

But I guess, Malthus won’t waste anymore time.

And indeed, Malthus waved his hands and slowly, the dust began to vanish.

"No. Don’t do it, Malthus. At least let me buy another pair of shoes. Can we postpone this? I will even give you a gift voucher. If you don’t want my wife, I will give you my children. They are underage. You will like them. All of them are boys. I won’t even complain about you. Just take them and let the smoke stay!"

Alright. The Supreme Man is going to a dangerous area now. He will get me cancelled. I can understand giving the wife, but the children too? Just how much does he like shoes? Do they really have Ronaldo’s sweat in them?

"I want nothing from you, God. I just want people to see you."

Malthus did a final wave of his hands and finally, the dust was no more.

And finally, the Supreme Man was visible again.

And finally...

People lost their hopes from him again.

Because this bald and obese God... this bastard, right here, right now, single handedly...

Broke the fictional cliche of the Gods.

What I am trying to say is—

This Bastard is even shorter than me!!

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