I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World-Chapter 99: That Mountain Looks Like My Crotch

I gave a hardcore motivational speech to Supreme Man.

At least I think I did.

I mean for someone who says a joke in every third sentence, this is a big achievement for me.

Right now, I feel like that one time when I motivated a man to run instead of sitting on his chair all day. But I was arrested right after that. Apparently, motivating disabled people to run is a crime.

Nevertheless, the Supreme Man wasn’t disabled. He was a God. Not the best kind but he was a God anyway. And all I told him to stop acting like someone else and be yourself.

And now I am waiting for his response. Which was:

"Whose lines did you steal?"

Motherfuc—

"I stole no lines. All of that was original!"

"No way you came up with all that. You definitely heard it from a guy from your insta feed who tries to sell courses after giving such speeches."

"I am that Guy! I used to sell my courses this way."

"You did? What type of courses? What you shouldn’t do in your life?"

"No. It was How to be a God even if you are bald, fat and short?"

"Did you just make fun of me?"

"You started. So I returned the favor. Two can play that game."

"Angh. Forget it. Tell me what do you want me to do now? My people don’t like me. My true self got exposed. You lost your skills. Your chest is open like a prostitute’s schedule. Malthus is out for my blood. He made me fly with just one punch. Everything is going downhill from here!"

"Yes. I know. That’s why you have to listen to me. When everything has gone down, the only way left to go is up."

"What’s that supposed to mean?!"

"I don’t know it myself but I am sure I said something profound."

"Don’t joke right now! He is right in front of me!"

"Calm down, first. Believe in yourself. The people don’t like you. So be it. No one liked me on earth too. But I still carried on doing comedy till I died. That’s what you have to do as well. As long as you can make a fist, you can jerk off—Fight. I mean Fight! You are a God! You are the Supreme Man! You can be anything but scared. Fight like the God you are for fucks sake!"

I ended up saying another speech and this time, I think it worked.

The Supreme Man went silent as he gazed at his fists.

He opened and closed them repeatedly and then shot a glare at Malthus.

"As long as I can make a fist, I can fight. This was what I needed to hear. You people hate me, right? Fine. If that’s the case then I will make sure you all lost your bet on Malthus. This red bitch is going to die today. That’s my declaration as the God of this world."

"Yeah! That’s what I was talking about. Show them who’s the real daddy. Kill him, Supreme Man."

"Yeah, Racis. I will kill him. But I am not sure about the daddy part. How can I show them who’s the real daddy? I don’t have everyone’s DNA report with me."

"... Forget that part. You just fight."

"Yes. That I will do."

The Supreme Man took a stance.

He leaned, with his fist in front of his face.

Malthus was in front of him and his face told me that he was about to burst in annoyance again but when he saw that the God was serious once more, he smiled.

"I hope you act like this till the end of the fight, God."

Malthus took the same stance as the Supreme Man.

The Supreme Man gave him no reply. He was at the Malthus’ chest level, just at the perfect height where he could pinch Malthus’ nipples.

But since the red man’s nipples were smaller than a chihuahua’s dick, the Supreme Man wouldn’t be able to pinch them.

Nevertheless, the God would fight. His wife and children must be watching him from the sky... Wait.. they won’t be watching him. He just tried to trade them off for his shoes.

But fuck his family. I am watching him. He will fight for me. He will make me proud.

"Start the fight, God. Or I will." Malthus said.

The Supreme Man smiled. "It’s already begun."

WHISH!

The Supreme Man vanished from his spot.

He arrived behind Malthus.

Malthus turned around instantly but just as he was turning around, his face met with a fiery punch of the Supreme Man.

I saw Malthus’ face flaring like he was in a high speed car, like he was in the front seat of a spaceship travelling at light speed, like he was being ridden by an Orc in an hentai.

The punch made Malthus crash into the mountain but the punch wasn’t strong enough to make Malthus go past the mountain by making a hole through it.

Nevertheless, the Supreme Man was fighting like his life depended on it, so he didn’t stop.

He launched himself at Malthus again who was still recovering from that punch.

The Supreme Man reached in front of the red Demon and punched him in the face again. On the same spot as before.

The mountain trembled and the Supreme Man didn’t stop.

He knew a few punches won’t be enough for him to win the fight, he needed absolute demolition of Malthus if he wanted to win this.

So, he did just that.

With both hands, the Supreme Man went Asura mode.

He landed punch after punch on Malthus and each blow shook the ground and the prideful, tall mountain.

The mountain was named Bulge and it looked exactly like my crotch area when I do no-fap for one whole... hour.

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

The sound of punches rang around the battlefield as everyone saw drops of blood flying around.

The Supreme Man’s fists were bloodied like the tampon I used to steal from the Women’s hostel at night, but the God wasn’t stopping.

And seeing the determined and rageful face of that Being, I swear, I swear on my remaining life...

The Supreme Man, the God Of Moral has finally arrived.

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