I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 72: Something Is Rising In My Pants, and It’s Not The Shield Hero

Chapter 72: Something Is Rising In My Pants, and It’s Not The Shield Hero

The atmosphere changed.

As soon as Malthus ripped the clothes of my lord’s grandmother, the air around my lord thickened.

I don’t have hands and legs anymore but I still have eyes and they could see what was happening.

My lord was holding his sword again.. I mean, the two swords that used to stay at the back of his armor. He was holding them.

He had said that he couldn’t move under Malthus’ Skill but slowly, he was moving.

His golden hairs turned brighter and his eyes, his eyes were that of a predator. Just like my uncle’s.

That Alien King was also watching and he couldn’t take his eyes off my lord either.

"Are you seeing this, Erect friend?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied, staring at my lord’s aura. "I can see it full well."

"Hmm? But you aren’t even looking." Sexis said.

I frowned. "I am literally looking right there."

"Where?"

"At my lord!"

"Why are you looking at him?"

"Where should I look if not at him right now?"

"Look here. At me."

I darted my gaze at the Alien and when I did, I regretted it.

"See this. I made a heart shape with my antennas. Cool, right?"

"..."

This imbecile.

"Listen, Sexis."

"Yeah. Shoot."

"Don’t convince me that forming an alliance with the Aliens was the wrong choice. You are very close to having another enemy after your life."

"Wha- why? What did I do?"

"You fucker. My lord is about to fight with the strongest of the foe for his grandmother and you are out here making heart shapes with your antennas. Have some shame!"

"I lost my hands. The antennas are the only things I can make shapes with. And all I did was to join their two ends, I haven’t done something worth dying for."

"Why do you even want to make shapes?!"

"I don’t know. It seems losing my hands made me creative."

".. Just.. stay quiet. Alright?"

"Okay. You don’t need to be so angry though. I can make shapes of your choice too. I am an arti-"

"Just shut the fuck up!"

"Alright. Sorry."

I shook my head.

I think there is a strange power in this world that makes any serious situation turn into comedy.

But it seemed, none of that went to my lord’s ears.

As his gaze remained on Malthus and the pressure emitting from him suffocated the air itself.

My lord had got back his movements as he stretched his neck left and right.

Then, he spoke:

"Leave her."

Malthus still had his grandma on his hold and the lady was hiding her chest with her hands, crying.

I could see all this from the sky.

"Leave her?" Malthus grinned. "I have just gotten hold of her, human king. I won’t leave her just yet. I have yet to taste her body."

"Remove your hand." My lord said, his voice heavy.

"No." Malthus refused and it seemed my lord had enough.

Because the next second...

SHRILL!

He swung his sword, slashing upwards.

And then..

THUD!

My eyes widened.

It happened.

It finally happened.

What seemed impossible happened in the blink of an eye.

My lord, in just one swing of his sword, cut down Malthus’ hand. Right along with the bone.

The same hand that held his grandma was no more.

And then one thing became clear to me.

For all this time, sure my lord was the Hero king. He had taken this job a while ago but right now, I believe...

He will finally live up to the name of his job.

———

I feel light.

Something is rushing through my veins and it’s not blood.

Something is thumping inside my chest and it’s not my heart.

Something is rising in my pants and it’s not the shield hero.

As soon as I became the God Of War, I wasn’t the same man anymore.

The pain, tears and the humiliation of my grandma awakened something in me that I never knew I had—Bloodlust.

And I used it to do something that I never thought could happen.

I cut down Malthus’ entire right hand in just one swing.

The hand used for holding my grandma, the hand that ripped my grandma’s clothes, I cut it down from existence itself.

Bliss.

I can move again as well.

My mind seemed clearer than my browsing history.

I stepped forward, standing eye to eye from Malthus.

My grandma was free again so she wasted no time and stood behind me.

"I am fine, son. Don’t worry." She said. She was still worrying about me.

I gritted my teeth.

"Just you wait, grandma. I will give him hell."

My grandma gave a nod and I snapped my fingers.

I was a god now. I could do some magic.

So a snap of my fingers adorned Grandma with some clothes and I did this all the while not looking away from Malthus for even one second.

"I am sending you back to the castle, grandma. I will come back soon."

"Okay."

My grandma’s sweet voice had turned meek. Malthus would pay for this.

I snapped my fingers again and sent my grandma back to the castle.

This battlefield wasn’t a safe place for her. And she won’t be able to see how much cruelty her grandson could do from up close.

After all that, I gave all my attention to Malthus who was also staring at me with glintful eyes.

His severed right hand laid before my feet, motionless—just like the old lady whose wheelchair I hid to teach her the importance of upper body strength.

But this time, I won’t make the same mistake I did with her.

This time, I won’t ask for a blow job.

This time...

SNAP!

I snapped my fingers, and his severed hand burst into flames, crackling and curling until it crumbled into ashes.

"This is for touching her."

Malthus smiled.

"Something has changed in you, human king. You seem different now."

"You just see that? You should have said this a few seconds ago. Do you have Down syndrome or what?"

"Your mouth still hasn’t changed. You are spewing the same shit."

"The shit hasn’t even started, big guy."

"Then start it? What are you waiting for?"

"Tenesmus."

Malthus frowned. "What is that?"

I don’t blame him. Only one person other than me could understand what that means.

"Ho ho. Good one, Racis." And that one person laughed.

Sexis.

"What did my lord say?" Erect asked him.

Malthus also paid attention.

Sexis explained.

"That red man asked Racis to start the shit. He asked Racis what is he waiting for to start the shit. And Racis answered Tenesmus. Which means... the urge to take a poop. Racis was waiting for Tenesmus to start the shit. It’s Oxford level humor. Ho ho ho."

"..."

"I thought you were angry, my lord."

"I am."

Malthus turned to me as well.

"You do understand what being angry means, right?"

"Yeah. I understand that because of you."

"Then how can you joke right now?"

"I am not joking, Malthus. I haven’t even smiled once since you involved my grandma in this. Jokes are the last thing I am thinking of right now. But still, if I manage to tell one joke, know that I can’t help it."

"Fine. So you are serious right now?"

"As serious as the parents who sent their kid to an orphanage."

"... Gr-.. Great. Then I should do this."

Malthus waved his left hand over his empty shoulder and as yellow light shone upon it, his right hand regenerated back in a second.

"Now we are equal."

Malthus placed his sword on his shoulder again and waited for me.

His grin made my skin crawl with hatred.

"I have something to do as well." I said.

"Go ahead... as long as it’s not stupid."

"Don’t worry. It’s the smartest thing. Smarter than your maths at least."

Malthus’ brow twitched but I paid him no mind.

I just raised my hand and...

SNAP!

Snapped my fingers again.

Malthus stared at me and he did that for a good couple of seconds.

But eventually..

"What the hell did you do? I see no change." He barked.

I scoffed.

"First rule of War, Malthus."

"What?" He asked.

I answered, "Change always happens in the back."

Just to clarify, I know nothing about the rules of war. I just said that to sound cooler.

And it worked.

Malthus’ brows shot up as he jerked his head behind.

And when he did, he lost his grin.

"Thank you, my lord."

"Thanks for lending a hand, Racis."

Erect and Sexis were back in the game.

They stood behind Malthus, ready to indulge in violence.

Us three created a triangle and Malthus was in the middle of it.

And not only I gave them back their hands, I also..

"I feel stronger than ever, my lord."

"Me too. Is it you whom I am feeling inside me, Racis?"

"Yes. And this yes is for Erect’s question. What I did is..."

I jerked both of my swords as finally, the time for Tenesmus came.

"I increased both of your strength to a hundred fold."

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