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Chương 32: How would you like to die? From embarrassment or brutal torture?

Ear defying. Earth-shattering and mind-blowing were the shouts and the air trembled, being nothing but a wave transporter for the voices to reach the whole world.

Frozen Milk was astonished. He, Glimpse Water and Holbe managed to sneak into the arena where the competition took place.

It was a large, oval stadium, exactly like those in the Gladiator films Frozen Milk used to binge-watch because well, he loved to see people suffer.

However, this wasn't the thing which rendered him speechless but the fact this existed without his knowledge.

"Frozen Milk is something wrong?" Holbe sat next to him with her face covered in order not to draw attention while Glimpse Water sulking sat next to Holbe, away from him. He lost at rock, scissor and paper.

"I don't see Prota..." all the participants were lined up, yet Prota was missing.

"Your disciple didn't get here in time or wasn't selected?"

That couldn't be. The protagonist wasn't selected? Who would dare, under heaven's watch, not to fall before Prota's strength, to refuse him, to reject the fact he was the strongest being to ever exist? Who?

"Who cares. Why ain't I sitting next to father?"

"Because I have to... do things to him."

Frozen Milk and Glimpse Water turned to Holbe. You what?

"Help him, I misspoke," Holbe showed no signs of emotion on her face.

"Help him what? I can help him! It's to relief him, ain't it? Don't worry father, my hands- "

Frozen Milk took off the shoe of the random stranger next to him and threw it at Glimpse Water's face.

"You brat! What fucking nonsense is your pea-sized brain constantly producing?" Frozen Milk actually hovered over Glimpse Water and bored the shoe in his face.

"You want to use your hand? Use your bloody hand to rip out your dick and shove it into your head because it seems like your dick's already doing all the thinking!"

The surrounding people watched how Frozen Milk abused Glimpse Water as if the poor guy was a doormat waiting to be stepped on again and again.

Then Frozen Milk locked eyes with Holbe, however contrary to his expectation she indifferently said,

"Go on. He deserves it."

If even the Holiness has given you up, boy there's no more saving for you!

"Father, it hurts! Please stop! If... if you really like this so much, we can do this yknow... in the bedroom..."

Frozen Milk took a sharp breath.

"Father?"

"Bedroom?"

"Daddy what are they talking about?" a little girl, the row before Frozen Milk hugged her father.

"Shh, don't listen to them. You always see disgusting lunatics like them."

Whispers flew around and formed a chain of nasty rumours defiling innocent kids who came here to see bloody and violent fights.

"Fuck!" Frozen Milk cursed, "You two stay here. I'll go see if I can find Prota."

"Fa-" the shoe was rubbed in Glimpse Water's face again.

"Shut. Up. You disappointing disgrace of a son," Frozen Milk hissed and actual tears formed in Glimpse Water's eyes.

Why the fuck are you crying?

"Father..." Glimpse Water sobbed, "I knew it, you still hate me."

"I'm sorry," he patted Glimpse Water,

"I didn't mean it. Listen to me, okay? Stay here," he removed the shoe and coaxed Glimpse Water into obedience. He was really a handful.

"You..." he facepalmed when he looked at Holbe, but he was right now in his father mode, so he said,

"You also be good," and patted her head.

Then he made his way down the stairs.

He couldn't see but under Holbe's veil, a crimson red tainted her cold cheeks.

The arena had 20 rows and were broken up into different areas by stairs that led to the lowest row where the entrances that led outside were located.

Frozen Milk sat on one of the higher rows and as he descended the stairs, all sorts of murmurs followed him, all along the lines of incest.

He wished he was as powerful as Prota and could obliterate them all. Maybe, he should've added magic. Here, see how you like my destruction spell!

Frozen Milk could only concentrate on the whispers and missed what went on in the battleground. The host introduced the first participant and announced a surprise event.

Just when Frozen Milk finally took the last step, he was overwhelmed by the thunderous claps and shouts. He stumbled on the last stair and flew towards the railing. He stood up but then heard yells,

"Oh, there's incesaddy."

Incest + Daddy= incesaddy.

Frozen Milk's brain stopped working for a second, "..."

And the next second, "..."

Before he abruptly stood up, held up his finger littered by furious veins and pointed it at the kid's parents,

"You lot teach your kid such nasty stuff, do you- "

In his rage, he tripped seemingly on air and fell over the railing.

While he was in the air, he faced the audience with their mouths wide open and then the sky, before he fell on his back onto the battleground.

"WHAAAAAAT AN ENTRANCE! Everyone, please applaud this brave contestant!" the host roared into the microphone.

Frozen Milk had absolutely no idea what was going on, he didn't even want to know what was happening.

He laid on his back and refused to move. He pretended to be dead.

"What's that? It seems our contestant died from the impact. Hey staff, burn the corpse on the spot, we have no time to waste here."

"WAIT!" Frozen Milk jumped immediately to his feet as if someone offered him to take a dive into a pool of gold bars,

"No need! No fucking need to cremate me here!"

"That's great, everybody! Our contestant's alive!" the host grinned. Frozen Milk was sure that bastard did it on purpose!

"If you challenge our first participant, you need to be this sturdy! Now, we will begin the surprise event. A fight between a participant and a member of the audience! A fight to death!"

As the masses cheered, Frozen Milk already transmigrated to nirvana a thousand and seven times. The seven times because each time he looked between the host and his opponent he couldn't choose between two evils.

The 7th time because he seemed to magically attract any life and death situation. This bordered, no this even set a new boundary of being ridiculous. It was that grim reaper again!

How come he infuriated those that would prove to be fatal? He didn't even do anything! It was just his existence! His existence was the breaking point for all misfortune!

The crowd cheered and cheered and wouldn't die down. They cheered for his death. Not only that, but they also cheered his nickname relentlessly. They cheered to see him being brutally and in the most primitive way ripped apart.

He could feel it. He developed mind-reading on the spot. Ah yes, this superior ability that helped him not a single fucking shit in this situation!

The host left him and his opponent alone.

His opponent? Jacked, ripped, ferocious and literally just even with one glance, the definition of slaughter.

The opponent hit his chest twice and held a stance that just screamed he was ready to charge at Frozen Milk and slowly crush his skull beneath his immense, rock-like palms.

Frozen Milk gulped.

Suddenly a loud scream tore through the noisiness and was able to achieve the impossible: to silence the ongoing force with one single word burying everyone and everything in utter silence.

"FATHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR," Glimpse Water had incredible stamina and tongue-technique rolling the R like this without taking a breath.

Everyone counted the seconds.

60.

For a whole minute, Glimpse Water's shout filled the air and changed the whole atmosphere. The audience was impressed.

Frozen Milk... Frozen... it was hard to describe what Frozen Milk felt at this moment and it was too 101+ age-restricted what kind of torture methods went through his mind.

Therefore, Frozen Milk was stuck in his murderous imagination and didn't give any reaction.

The opponent stepped back and intimidated yet in awe looked at Glimpse Water and whispered,

"What a frightening opponent."

"Shall system recommend host how to die without- "

"Shut up."

"Yes, host."


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Omg I've to admit I love this chapter and the next (maybe 1 and half) chapters of this 'arc'.

It's like the calm before the storm. Brace yourself.

next chapter

Chương 33: Flexing so hard, everything breaks

"Hey, hey, system is there something like a record function?"

"Why?"

"Duh because obviously I want to record it?"

"You don't want to help your father?"

"I already did. Didn't you hear my amazing battle scream, father must've been impressed. Look at how calm he is now."

"Brat."

"Can't you be nicer like father's system?"

"As if that *** is nicer than me."

After Glimpse Water gave his shout of encouragement to Frozen Milk, he wanted to capture Frozen Milk's triumph in all glory and replay, rewatch it a 100 times how Frozen Milk would beat the opponent to a pulp thanks to his filial help.

"There ain't no need to worry about father. He's our creator after all! Now, can you record or not?"

"If you want."

"Yes! Do it!" Glimpse Water was overwhelmed with excitement.

However, at Frozen Milk's side things looked really dire.

Frozen Milk's fear of danger decreased but his sense of shame increased 100 times. He wanted to get over with it. But his eyes almost rolled out of his head when he saw his opponent took his brutal stance again.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Let's be real rational here ok?" Frozen Milk appeased the opponent.

"Rational? What's that?" the opponent's bald head tilted, and the sunlight perfectly reflected off the smooth surface and blinded half of the audience.

Yet Frozen Milk couldn't bother with this ridiculous phenomenon. His opponent was bloody stupid!

"Being rational is... the strength of the weak!" Frozen Milk had no idea what was going on, but he knew it was dumb and what was even dumber was the fact his voice was transported across the whole arena.

They were really letting the audience listen to their conversation. Was the villain sitting somewhere in the arena like a boss watching his subjects slaughter each other?

Frozen Milk had no choice. In a battle of strength, he had no chance to win. So, how do you win something if you're at a disadvantage and weak? With strategy, intelligence, cunningness or a plan?

No, no, no amateurs.

Let Frozen Milk teach you the real way to win a fight like a true hero.

It was through trash talking. Yes, trash talking ruled the world. Those who could bullshit, speak out ass-kissing compliments, honey-smeared words like nothing were on the top of the world.

See the politicians? See those CEOs or Chairmen? Building their empire conglomerates? Was it because of their products? Their talents? Their genius? Hell no!

It was because of their honey infested words they sprayed around to get people fall into their favours! It was because of the bullshit that surrounded the products like a magical charm making consumers act like wild hyenas to get it!

Yes, it was the ads! The marketing! And what was the core of those essential things?

Words! Talks! Talks! Talks!

No matter what kind of talk, in the end, it were words that moved people, prompted them to do all sorts of things!

See, those pro players? They also trash talk like there was no tomorrow, even though they were sad losers, sitting in their rooms and click, click, tap, tap, conquered the world.

See, those activists? They would use the power of words to move millions of people to crowd places and demonstrate, to rally and destroy everything in their way during their peaceful protests!

See, those doctors? Even though you have a severe illness, they coax you into believing it's nothing serious and you believe them, why? Because of their words! Until you die being fooled! By what? By their words!

Yes, the true power wasn't wisdom, knowledge, strength, money or wealth.

It was the undefeated king, no the emperor, no, no, the God of utter display of superiority: WORDS!

If you can't talk in this world, you're already grouped as the lowest of the low in society. Branded as a silent weirdo, a pathetic loser, a failure that couldn't seem to do anything.

Oh, poor you, the world was really unfair.

Therefore, Frozen Milk as a loser himself learnt the craft of the words and became an author!

"So, I will now declare that I can beat you without even touching you!" he made a statement that was way ahead of himself. The whole stadium gasped at this daring provocation.

How bold! How intriguing! Truly a man of a man!

Even Glimpse Water and Holbe were impressed and fell even more under Frozen Milk's spell. It seemed no matter what fucking load of crap Frozen Milk produced, it'd always draw his characters closer to him.

"Haha, that's funny! You're funny! Beating me? ME?"

Frozen Milk seemed to have already triggered the boss's hidden power. You know when you almost beat a boss and he's down to maybe 1% of his health and then he pulls a dick move like:

2nd form! 2nd health bar! 2nd life! Transform! Increase of power and attacks! Try to beat me now! Haha!

Yes, it was this kind of fucked up unfairness that made gamers bash their heads and scream at the absurdity the developers thought of.

The opponent literally had red aura coming out of his body. What was up with this power-up? A few words already triggered this simpleton.

Save it for the end! Don't show your trump card like this!

But then a misleading thought entered Frozen Milk's mind:

Maybe his words were so OP they already drained 99% of his opponent's strength!

"Ahahahhahahahah! I'm truly amazing!" Frozen Milk's brazen words moved the audience to tears.

What a beast of a man! No one is more fit than him to represent humanity!

"You think you can beat me?" the opponent thought it'd be best to use typical bad guys line in hopes to avoid his fate as a typical bad guy cannon fodder.

"Of course, of course. In fact, you'll let me win after all this whole world, no matter what universe, what dimension you are in, no human, no species will ever deny the fact they get wet for this," Frozen Milk rubbed his index finger and thumb together,

"This is what you want, right? Of course, of course, I get your sentiment. Of course, of course, money is what determines the world. So, let me offer you money, dozens of money, the money of the money! Where do I get the money from? Where did I store it? You really think me, someone as gracious as me would not have villages full of money?

Each village adores me as its excellency! So, I own entire cities, not even the king, no not even the kings of this world could match my fortune!"

Frozen Milk was in his element again. He felt the nostalgia he missed. His ultimate power was this...

This species he always turned into, regressed, reversed- whatever, despite his character development.

Frozen Milk flexed hard, even though he had nothing to back up his flexing, he flexed so hard that all the flexing meters in all of the universe broke.

That was true flexing. The flexes of all flexes. The monstrous deity of the ultimate, superior power that flexing was!

Bow down peasants in front of this flexing master!


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