I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online-Chapter 40: Feral

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Dain swung his broadsword for the sixth time. The blade crashed down on the creature’s skull plate, sparks flying, bone cracking — and the thing rolled sideways and came back up like nothing happened. The three dim crystals on its spine were right there. Right fucking there. Exposed. Pulsing. Practically begging to be shattered.

And Dain went for the skull again.

Lyra was doing the same thing. Crossing slashes to the head, the jaw, the legs. Anywhere except the spine. The creature at the cart had its back turned to her for a full second while it rammed the frame, crystals wide open, and she slashed its hindquarter instead.

The remaining guards were somehow even worse. Two of them were supposedly flanking Dain’s target, but they were just wildly hacking at its thickest shoulder plates, bouncing their steel off the bone armor like panicked lumberjacks.

One of the absolute idiots actually had a clear, unobstructed angle at the beast’s back—a straight shot at the glowing red crystals—but he flinched, shut his eyes, and blindly stabbed its kneecap instead.

’Okay. Fuck it.’

He’d already been told to shut up once. His face was still hot from it. But watching these people hack at bone armor while the kill switch sat two inches from their blades was physically painful.

"Jesus Christ, THE CRYSTALS!" Revan shrieked, his voice jumping an octave in pure frustration.

"HIT THE CRYSTALS ON THE SPINE! THAT’S WHAT’S KEEPING THEM ALIVE! For God’s sake, are you trying to kill them or are you two just trying to dance?!"

Dain didn’t turn around, his broadsword vibrating as it hit bone again. "I KNOW, YOU BASTARD!"

"THEN WHY ARE YOU HITTING EVERYTHING EXCEPT—"

"ARE YOU BLIND?!" Dain barked, cutting him off

"What...?" Revan furrowed his brow, completely unable to believe what he had just heard.

"I swear to God, Revan," Dain roared, nearly losing his footing as the creature snapped at his waist. "If you’re so damn smart, get your ass down here and try it yourself! Stop screaming like a total idiot!"

Revan froze. Being called an idiot by an idiot absolutely made his blood boil.

’An idiot?’ Revan thought, his knuckles whitening on his weapon.

’You’re currently losing a fight to a rock with legs, and I’m the idiot?’

He took a sharp breath, anger completely overriding his common sense.

’Okay, forget about the paralysis. You want me to get my ass down there? Fine.’

Revan forced his legs to move. Every step sent a white-hot spike of agony radiating from his shattered ribs, his body actively screaming at him to stop. But pure, unadulterated spite was a hell of a painkiller.

He practically threw himself off his vantage point, landing heavily on the uneven ground. His knees buckled, and he felt something shift painfully inside his chest that definitely shouldn’t shift. He gritted his teeth, tasting blood, and pushed forward.

"Step back!" Revan barked, sliding into Dain’s blind flank with a pronounced, off-balance limp.

He gripped his black sword, his eyes tracking the rhythm of the creature’s sweeping claws and snapping jaw. If he wanted the spine, he couldn’t just swing at it. He had to bait it.

intentionally leaving his body’s guard wide open

The creature took the bait instantly. It abandoned Dain and lunged straight at Revan, its bone-plated skull lowering as that horrific jaw opened wide to tear his body to shreds.

Two steps ahead, Revan thought.

Timing it perfectly, Revan pivoted—swallowing a choked gasp as his ribs flared with blinding pain—and sidestepped. He let the creature’s own aggressive momentum carry it right past him.

It was a flawless trap.

’Watch and learn, hick,’ Revan thought, a vicious sense of triumph flaring in his chest. ’This is how you kill.’

Revan brought his black sword down in a precise, lethal arc, putting a massive amount of force into shattering the center crystal.

But the moment the black blade descended, the creature didn’t just take the hit.

It dropped like a stone.

It flattened its entire body against the ground in an instant, pressing its vulnerable spine deep into the dirt while simultaneously sweeping its heavy hindquarters sideways.

Revan’s calculated strike hit nothing but empty air. With his balance already compromised by his ribs, the sheer momentum of his missed swing pulled him forward. He stumbled, barely catching himself before face-planting right into the creature’s bone-plated skull.

The thing immediately snapped its grinding jaw at Revan’s face, forcing him to clumsily scramble backward into the dirt, his heart hammering frantically against his broken chest.

Revan froze, his chest heaving, his eyes wide.

’Oh.... Okay. Fair enough.’

The stench hit him first—a foul.

The creature didn’t pause to gloat. It dragged its heavy, bone-plated skull across the frozen mud, thrashing sideways to crush his ribs under its sheer weight.

Revan rolled right.

A sharp, breathless scream tore out of his throat. White-hot agony spiked from his collarbone to his hip. He tasted copper. He kept rolling. The creature’s heavy skull slammed into the dirt exactly where his chest had been a millisecond prior.

"Eyes open yet, boy?" Dain’s gravelly voice barked.

A heavy steel boot slammed into the side of the creature’s neck. Dain. The Marshal didn’t have the leverage for a sword strike, so he used his own body weight, kicking the beast hard enough to stagger it sideways.

Revan scrambled to his knees, his left arm wrapped tightly around his own torso. He couldn’t stand straight. His breathing was a rapid, shallow hiss.

’Fuck you,’ Revan cursed inwardly, his dark eyes glaring pure murder at the thrashing bone-plated skull.

"I’ll admit," Revan wheezed.

"That thing’s got a brain."

"Do you?" Dain rasped. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Revan’s brow furrowed sharply at the insult. He opened his mouth to snap back, but quickly snapped it shut. Arguing with the old man right now would only humiliate himself further.

He didn’t get the luxury of being annoyed for long.

The creature recovered. It didn’t roar. It just snapped its jaw, a sickening clack-clack sound, reorienting on the sound of their voices. It kept its center of gravity impossibly low, its belly practically scraping the frost.

’Seriously,’ Revan complained inwardly.

’Why do the villains in this kind of biological horror bullshit always have to be so obsessed with giving their monsters a functioning brain? Just make a mindless, aggressive killing machine like a normal psychopath. Giving a bone-plated mutant a tactical survival instinct is just incredibly obnoxious.’