Bab 12: Chapter 11
Asta felt a slight hint of regret.
While the whole situation seemed absurd, she couldn't help but think that she should have chosen a shorter song.
Maybe that way Michael would have a better chance of winning.
The song she had chosen for the dance battle has 4 minutes and 11 seconds.
Although only half of the time had passed, Michael's situation did not look optimistic.
After having exchanged a few movements with the Doomsday Beast during their "dance", he already had one of his legs broken and the soles of his feet were in a very bad condition, leaving marks on the ground from how hot they were.
Despite this, he still had that smile on his masked face, acting as if he couldn't even feel the pain in the first place.
If he continue to ignore the wounds on his legs, they might get even worse.
Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do, compared to the power of the Astral Express crew, she could only be considered as mediocre and the researchers at the Station were even worse.
She could only wish the best for Michael.
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02:52
Typically, when two dancers compete against each other, the subtlety of their performance usually determines the winner.
This didn't qualify for the Doomsday Beast, however.
While its dancing might involve some reminiscence of Tango and Waltz, its movements were strong and rustic, a bit chunky and even metallic.
There was a beauty that only a few people could appreciate in this, if a Lord Ravager was watching its performance, it might praise him for its "destructive" performance.
03:01
Michael, on the other hand, displayed erratic movements, his steps were unpredictable, containing a touch of fascination in his agile spins and acrobatics that seemed impossible until he made it.
Unfortunately, while his dancing skills might be slightly better than the Doomsday Beast's due to his advantage in Breakdancing, his physical abilities were completely inferior.
03:26
His body was being pushed to its limits, while the Doomsday Beast's metal shell couldn't even sweat.
In all the occasional exchanges they had, which he avoided head on, Michael came out defeated, barely able to keep up his uninterrupted dance.
If he stopped, it would mean his defeat for sure.
03:37
Michael had one advantage that the Legion Beast could not overcome however.
The more time passed, the more pronounced this advantage became. Eventually, even the most myopic viewer could notice it.
03:41
The Doomsday Beast's momentum was waning.
The power of Destruction in his body remained intact, but his will was diluting.
Michael, on the other hand, became increasingly impetuous and bold, eventually breaking out of his passive state and beginning an offensive against the Beast himself.
While one may have power, without will, defeat was bound to happen. This was a classic case of denigrating the opponent's will, except Michael did not use Talk no Jutsu, but Dance.
03:50
Michael began to press the Doomsday Beast back.
As his feet set the stage ablaze, he moved like a red-hot hurricane, striking the Beast's metallic body with one blow after another, marking its carcass with the shape of his feet.
03:59
The Doomsday Beast was numb, its desire for destruction having been diluted by Michael's mask.
Its existence could not be maintained without HIS will, so since its purpose was gone, Self-Annihilation was the only path left.
His core began to charge with unstable, growing energy.
04:05
Michael realized this late, his movements becoming more ferocious in response, nearly turning the Doomsday Beast's arms, who insisted on defending his core, into scrap metal.
04:09
The Beast's body began to emit a pale glow, electrical crackles covering its tattered metal casing with the threat of detonation.
Michael did not back away, but charged toward the Doomsday Beast. Flames gathered at the sole of his foot, compressed into a massive explosion as he kicked the Beast's core, shattering its chest and striking the core at the center of its body.
04:11
With the song abruptly ending in a rising beat, Michael's consciousness returned with the help of the system.
'That song was really trash...'
It was the first thing he thought of. Michael's placid expression twisted into a grimace of pain, feeling a burning sensation throughout his body and an agonizing stab of pain in his legs.
He carefully removed his foot from within the Doomsday Beast's chest, staggering weakly like a newborn baby.
Michael had never felt so much pain before in his life, he could barely stay conscious. Honestly, it seemed like a better idea if he passed out.
He wanted to turn around to face the Astral Express crew, but he felt something grab onto his ankle.
Looking down, he saw the Beast's hand holding him tightly. His eyes widened.
"Sh*t..."
In the time it took him to curse, his face lit up with a brilliant light. The Doomsday Beast's body expanded abnormally before exploding into a massive crescent of flames.
BOOOOOOM!!!
Michael's body disappeared amidst the explosion, which shook the entire Landing Zone, collapsing the platform they were on a short time ago.
March 7th watched all of this happen with wide eyes of disbelief and horror, she had stepped forward a moment ago, wanting to help Michael walk, only for him to be blown up by the Doomsday Beast.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something being thrown into the distance by the explosion, before she could take a closer look at what it could be, Michael's charred body fell at her feet with a heavy thud.
His skin was burned, his once beautiful face had become unrecognizable, and he was missing a leg.
March 7th began to hyperventilate, she had never seen such a horrific scene before.
How much pain must he have felt being burned alive?
Stepping forward from the rest of the stunned Astral Express crew, March 7th knelt down beside Michael's burned body and carefully grabbed his hand.
She didn't know how to do things like measure someone's breathing by their pulse, but she still tried, even though she couldn't feel anything.
March 7th: "M-Michael...?"
She called softly, her voice almost as low as a whisper.
Seeing someone she had known in this state, who just a short time ago was still completely fine and healthy, had been a huge blow to her.
"D... deez.."
March 7th heard Michael's voice respond to her call, his lips moved slightly, he must have been in immense pain just from doing that.
March 7th: "Deez... Deez what...?"
She asked, feeling that these could be Michael's last words before his death, bringing her ear closer to his lips to better hear what he wanted to say.
"D-deez... nuts..."
March's expression darkened, and Michael's consciousness faded away shortly after leaving his last words.
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Michael felt like his consciousness had sunk into a lake.
A sticky feeling covered his entire body, and his eyes felt so heavy that just trying to open them reminded Michael of the days when he would go to the gym to lift weights.
When he finally managed to lift his eyelids, Michael realized he was floating in space.
Throughout the space around him, tens of thousands of masks were floating.
Some of them were smiling broadly, some were smiling politely, some were crying and some were angry.
The only thing they all had in common was that they were all laughing euphorically, as if someone had told them the funniest joke in the world.
Michael could hear whispers reaching his ears, but he couldn't decipher what these whispers meant at all, it was as if they were being filtered or as if they were in a completely different language that he felt no familiarity with.
Amidst these indecipherable and increasingly irritating whispers, the only thing that comforted him was the sharp bell sound of the system.
[Ding!]
[Elation Path Quest #1 conditions have been met!]
[Rewards are being distributed!]
[5.000 Star Points have been acquired!]
[Host's Luck stat has improved to S-]
[Host Unlocked: Aha's Blessing!]
Michael stared blankly into space for a few seconds before blinking. He wanted to ask the system where he was, but before he could, one of the surrounding masks approached him.
Compared to the other masks, this particular one had a gentle expression on its face, with a look of pity.
It was like a mother who had seen her child being foolishly deceived by someone else.
Michael watched as the mask moved closer to press its lips against his forehead. As it did so, he felt an inexplicable sensation of sleepiness, his eyelids irresistibly began to droop, and despite trying to stay awake, Michael eventually succumbed to sleep.
For a time, Michael had the best night of sleep of his life. Although he couldn't tell if it was night in space.
When he woke up again, his eyes were staring at a metallic white ceiling that definitely didn't belong to his room.
'So it wasn't a realistic dream all along...'
Of course, it couldn't be, with so much pain he felt, if it was a dream he would have woken up a long time ago.
Still, Michael couldn't help but sigh.
Rising from the bed he was in, Michael looked down at his body and noticed none of the wounds he should have had from the Doomsday Beast's explosion.
His skin was even lighter than when he first woke up. Michael stood up and walked over to a mirror on the wall of the room, staring at himself for a while and finding no scars.
Michael whistled in surprise, thinking, 'Is the treatment on the Space Station really that good?'
As he was about to return to his bed, Michael noticed the door opening. The one who entered was Asta, who had a tray with soup in her hands.
When she noticed Michael standing, her eyes widened and the tray fell from her hands, showing how stunned she was.
"Uh... Hello?"
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