I didn’t have my hands anymore.
But that’s the lesser worry in front of what I was facing right now.
My head and the fingers of my feet, only these were touching the ground.
Apart from that, nothing else of mine touched the ground. The space between the ground and my back was enough for a child to walk under me while princess carrying his girlfriend.
I became an upside down U and the pain, oh God, the pain was mind bending. It felt like a fat woman finally got to see a real dick and was trying to play with it in any way possible before the man could wake up whom she had sedated.
And everything was being captured in the sky-screen.
I was bent upwards while making all kinds of noise. Noises like if anyone heard them without any visual they would send it to FBI and FBI would back off saying it’s the case for the mental and sex deprived department.
And as I expected, Malthus’ soldiers were the first ones to share their thoughts.
"Lord Malthus, what did you do to him?"
"He looks possessed."
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"Yeah? What kind of man will dance after losing his hands and power?"
"A man like him of course."
"... You are right. Considering how he handled this war, he surely could dance at a time ."
"But what kind of dance is this?"
"This is... My Uncle’s Jacked Son dance."
".. You didn’t just make it up, right?"
"Of course, not. My uncle’s son dances too. We decided to send him to a dance competition but apparently, a doctor stopped us saying he isn’t a dancer. He simply has Epilepsy."
"Oh. So this Hero king is suffering from Epilepsy right now!"
"Lord Malthus gave him epilepsy?"
"All hail Lord Malthus!"
And it is only getting worse.
I was already in an upside down U shape and then, my head...
It got stuck to the right side.
I wasn’t able to even look straight now.
I could only watch empty lands and the destroyed Gangbang continent.
And then my lungs breathe fire. My chest heaved up and down so fast I felt like the stripper that was trying to seduce me with her bouncy breasts which were just oranges because well, when I squeezed them, my eyes were met with something pepperish.
Right now, I look like a certified psychopath and if I had done this on earth, many children’s childhoods would have been ruined, and dogs would have made me their head honcho.
And of course, since Malthus’ soldiers shared their views, the common people of Moral wouldn’t stay behind as well.
"What is the Hero King doing?"
"He looks possessed."
"Ghost is inside him?"
"Huh? Why are you shouting?"
"I am not inside him!"
"When did I say you were?"
"Just a few seconds ago!"
"No. I am Ghost. Ghost D’Costa."
"Oh. Your name is Ghost."
"Yeah. And I am not inside the Hero King."
"I know. I meant a real ghost."
"I see. Then it’s fine. I don’t like false accusations. I would have accepted it if you would have mentioned your daughter instead of the Hero King."
"Huh? My daughter? She is just standing beside me."
"Yeah. And I am standing behind her."
"Nothing much. I am just saying I am inside her right now."
"Oh. Sure-Huh? Wait.. What the fuck? Are you both having sex right now?"
"Yes. When I told her my name is D’Costa, she wanted to see why there is a D in my name."
"I don’t care! Riley, go back to your house right now! I will deal with you later."
"No, dad. It will be a waste. His D cost a lot."
"Wh-What? Did you pay him to do this?!"
"Yes. Why should men always pay? Girls can pay too. We are independent and fully capable."
"That’s not how feminism works! And you are illiterate with no job so you only gave him my money, you stupid bitch!"
"I am a strong and independent woman. I can do whatever I want. No man can order me around."
"And now go back home!"
"Okay. Sorry, D’Costa, I have to go."
"Yeah. Go. I am also done here."
"Just go, Riley. Go to the kitchen!"
"Yes. Yes. I am going."
"Hah! Feminism spoiled them all."
So a random man named D’Costa is getting more action than me. I am the main character here, you know.
Pay me too, Riley. I have a Dig Bick. Wait.. I don’t. Malthus took all my skills!
And why the hell does everyone talk about me for just five seconds and then start talking about something different entirely? All of them have ADHD or what?
Nevertheless, I couldn’t blame them. If I were a part of the crowd, I would have talked like them too. I mean, I do look like a midlife crisis suffering Japanese ghost who doesn’t get paid enough even after death.
"What are you doing, human king?" Malthus asked. Even he didn’t know what was happening with me. Mostly because he was never out of strength so no backlash for him.
But since he asked me, I only have one answer to give him.
His severed hand was still on my throat but I managed to speak anyway. Because well, if all you are feeling is pain, then there is no pain.
I feel like I just said something deep and profound but if anyone asked me what does that even mean, I would have no fucking idea about what to say.
After I gave him the answer, Malthus lost his grin and nodded.
"You fought well, human King Racis. I shall relieve you from the pain. It was fun."
He stepped towards me.
My head was turned to my right and I couldn’t even look straight at him.
More than dying, I am afraid I am going to die in this possessed position. I won’t even fit in the coffin . Make me straight and then kill me. Make my body straight, I mean.
Anyhow, Malthus would never hear all this as I wasn’t able to speak more than one word.
So, he sat on his one knee and raised his hand.
He brought his index finger towards me and placed it right in the middle of my chest.
Then, he ran his finger down and with his finger nail, he began cutting down my armor.
What kind of pedicure does he take to get such nails?
After cutting a good amount of my armor, he tore the handkerchief that was wrapped around my neck, though he didn’t take his ex-hand from my throat, I was still being choked.
After that, my chest was exposed to him and then he placed his index finger, right above my heart.
Shivers chilled down my every hormone as I knew where this was going.
Whoever eats the other’s heart wins. That was the deal.
No one spoke anything and I would like to apologize to all the Heroes and MCs...
Malthus pushed his finger inside my heart.
Blood foamed around my mouth.
My heart rate slowing down.
The cries of my family and.. my grandma.
Sorry, grandmother. I am a loser. On Earth and in Moral too.
I thought it’s the world that wasn’t worthy of me, but now I know, it’s all on me.
As I was saying, I would like to apologize to all the Heroes and MCs around the world because for the first time...
A hero lost from the villain.
My grandma cried the loudest as she saw my pitiful bloodied face and her cries only accentuated my weakness.
I am really sorry, grandma.
But it’s goodbye now.
It was fun while it lasted.
If I have to sum all of it in one sentence, if I have to say my last words, then it’s as simple as this:
I Was Overpowered, Now... I Am Overwhelmed.
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