Bab 34: Point of no return
This time it was Frozen Milk who turned the whole stadium into statues. It was so silent that even the distant peeing of someone in their house could be heard. Then the audience broke the cheering meter.
You dare to flex on someone who fights to show his pride and dignity? And dare to offer him money to make him withdraw? Oh, my lord, the undisputable deity of gods has ascended! You have converted us! We are your worshippers! No one's as brilliant, as bold and as blatant as you!
Frozen Milk was that kind of character that reverted expectations. That was so idiotic it made no sense why everything he did would work out. But it did.
"Money? Money?" the opponent turned super saiyan.
Frozen Milk knew he... fucked up.
"If it was money I wanted, would I fight in this competition? Wouldn't I be out there beating others to a pulp for their lunch money?"
Frozen Milk couldn't believe there was actually a person who couldn't be bribed with money. He had to change his strategy. Blabber until they faint, until they couldn't stand the gobbled gook that Frozen Milk produced.
But before Frozen Milk could even say anything, the opponent started laughing and retracted his nen that slyly had engulfed his body.
Frozen Milk gulped and secretly thanked heavens he didn't have to face that rip-off of a power in an animation show he once watched.
Wait, hey! Hey! Isn't this bordering on a parody wannabe? Plagiarism? What's up with those references? Is this even legal?
"Host, the wall, please mind the sturdy wall that doesn't want to be broken."
"Yes, my bad... but let me just say this once, duck off!"
Meanwhile, Holbe jumped out of her seat.
"What you doing?" Glimpse Water held her by the arm.
"Let go. It's critical, if I don't- "
The opponent's laughter mocked Frozen Milk, "You're not from here, aren't you? You aren't a nature person. This reminds me of the other guy."
"Let go, disciple. I have to go to Frozen Milk."
"What you want from father?"
Holbe threw off Glimpse Water's hand and dashed towards the stairs but it was too late.
Something that should never happen, happened and it was-
"What did you say?" a sinister and cold voice froze everyone's blood. The whole stadium could feel a chill grabbing their bodies and pull them into an abyss full of despair and killing intent.
"Say it again, I fucking dare you," black threads flew around Frozen Milk's body as his rage couldn't be contained.
Holbe froze on the spot, she couldn't move an inch. No one could.
Terrifying. This was the only word that cursed through hers and everyone's minds.
Frozen Milk, the usual goofy and impatient Frozen Milk, the one who seemed as harmless and idiotic as a turkey, actually bound everyone under his dark stare and chilling voice.
With each step he took towards his opponent who cowered on the ground, the black strands danced wildly until they struck like lightning around the whole place.
It was too late. Frozen Milk lost control and it was a devastating sight.
"You all, you did what to my protagonist?"
Each word prompted the black lightning to pound even more ferocious on the ground. The people in their seats were too scared to move to evade the dangerous flashes that struck next to them.
"Host, system urges you to stop! Host, at this rate you'll be consumed by the presen- "
"Shut your mouth."
System immediately stayed quiet. It felt what everyone else felt. A fear that was greater than the realisation of death.
A fear that heaven's wrath couldn't even match. It violently tore open everyone's skin, sunk its teeth into their flesh, ripped out the bones and pierced them slowly and meticulous until each part that even resembled flesh was ground again and again.
A fear that made even the grim reaper defiant, prompted him to pull everyone by the hair, snap their necks and use their torn off heads as rolling bowlingballs for Frozen Milk to throw at the devil to play him like a pinball.
It was a fear that exceeded life and death, the basic understanding of what feelings were made out of.
In his rage, in his anger, Frozen Milk didn't feel the thin threads spinning around his heart.
All he could think of was to destroy, destroy and destroy.
Make them pay, every single one.
Make them gnash on their own bones, make them thirst for their own blood, make them blow their own ashes down the river of Styx.
The whole arena was helpless in the face of this occurrence. It was clouded in black. Complete black emitted from Frozen Milk.
"You dared to touch what's mine, so you're deciding to lay your life before me."
Frozen Milk stomped on the ground and it split under his overwhelming gruelling force.
Then with the black threads almost completely enveloping him, he grabbed the opponent by the hair, silently ground him against the ground as he pulled him out of the arena.
The blood, the little pieces of flesh and the vomit, it all tainted the earth and formed a path behind Frozen Milk.
It was a point of no return for him.
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
MatchaMilk
MatchaMilk Uh, this is getting darker. My, my, wasn't this supposed to be comedy?
Bab 35: Prota... I'm sorry...
Trigger warning
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"Host, please cease your anger. The presence feeds off you- "
"I told you to shut up, didn't I?" Frozen Milk stepped through the clay hallways underneath the arena. Behind him an unsightly blood trail appeared as Frozen Milk still dragged the opponent by the hair along with hiim.
"Host, you need to leave now. You cannot feel it because of your current state but your body's in pain. The presence found you. At this rate, you will disappear. Host, system told you sacrifices must be- "
"I'm not leaving anyone behind. So, shut your damn system off."
Frozen Milk crouched down to match the opponent's height before harshly pulling on his hair, "Where?"
The opponent was too scared and too hurt to speak. He silently winced as he looked up at Frozen Milk.
Frozen Milk's mind was a chaos of intense negative thoughts and emotions flying around. He held up his finger, stared at it for a while before it entered his opponent's eye, bawling it out to crush it beneath his fingers.
"Where?"
The opponent didn't even dare to scream in pain. He painfully raised his arms and pointed at the direction to their left.
The underground that was underneath the arena was an iron maze.
As Frozen Milk walked, each step felt heavy and he knew his body was at its limit. If only he had made up with Prota earlier then none of this would've happened.
No one would've needed to suffer and Frozen Milk would've never experienced how frightening uncontrolled emotions could be. How frightening it was to push one's own body to the limit and continue to push and push and push without going back.
Frozen Milk would've also never experienced, never knew he could go so far for a single person. Would sacrifice himself, would disregard his own safety and life for that of a sole person. Frozen Milk didn't know if he should be happy or despair at this new revelation.
He would've never guessed, he was capable of those emotions, those urges and desires that welled up inside of him and submerged him in deep waters in an unknown territory.
Frozen Milk finally stood before the door that supposedly held his protagonist captive. He pressed the door handle down, but it was locked.
"How do you open it?"
"W-With a key."
"Force should also work," Frozen Milk's body ached, screamed in anguish as he lifted the opponent by the neck and then slammed his head into the door.
Again, and again.
Again, and again-
Until the opponent's head turned into a bloody mess, yet the door was still locked.
Frozen Milk let go of his victim and grabbed his chest. The pain was unbearable. Frozen Milk could see the black threads that now bit into his skin, deeper and deeper.
They wrapped tightly around every part of his body and cut him until more and more blood poured. However, that was nothing compared to the excruciating pain his heart went through. Frozen Milk figured the black strings he saw also tied around his heart until it'd squeeze him to death.
"Host," system's robotic voice carried an undertone of pain.
Frozen Milk leaned against the door, when it suddenly opened and he stumbled into the room.
There were masses of blood tainting the floor, large enough to fill buckets. An iron smell and pungent stench rose to Frozen Milk's nose.
In the midst of the room, surrounded by several people, someone sat on a chair tied up.
His skin, cut open, skinned, all sort of thick and thin coloured liquid oozed out of his wounds. It was a sight far more brutal and skin-crawling than Frozen Milk and the mushy opponent together.
The lifeless eyes stared at Frozen Milk and Frozen Milk's heart sunk. This was unbearable for him.
His protagonist, his bright and innocent protagonist tortured like this. Not even when Frozen Milk wrote how his protagonist was beaten by the villain, was it this brutal and bad.
He only gave the protagonist a few injuries but being this cut open, this massacred even if Frozen Milk was a sadist, this would make any sadistic person convert.
Yet when Prota saw Frozen Milk's wounds, it was him who had a pained expression and Frozen Milk clearly saw the worry and anger in Prota's eyes.
"Frozen... Milk, why... are you this... hurt?" each word tugged on Frozen Milk's heartstrings. Despite his own situation, Prota cared more about Frozen Milk than himself.
"Who are you?" the supposedly torturers all turned to Frozen Milk.
However, Frozen Milk couldn't summon his strength anymore and fell to his knees. The black strings cut through his skin and entered his body to wrap around his organs. Frozen Milk coughed blood.
When Prota witnessed this, not even thousand iron walls could contain the furious wrath that pulsated in his veins.
Frozen Milk staggered to his feet. After everything, he was still a powerless and helpless person. Nothing and no one could change the fact.
Frozen Milk didn't care for any of the bystanders, he just wanted to apologise to Prota. He groggily teetered to his protagonist and then caressed his face,
"I'm sorry. It's my fault... it's all my fault. If only I could turn back time, you wouldn't have suffered like this."
Frozen Milk's tears fell onto Prota's cheeks as Frozen Milk hugged him. With this one hug everything seemed to fall into place, everything seemed to be lighter.
Nothing else mattered.
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