Chapter 178.1: Hot Flesh and Blood
ăHuff⊠Huff⊠HuffâŠă
Ooyama who was about to run out of breath stopped running.
He strained his ears as he readjusted his breath, trying to catch the sound of any possible pursuer. He sighed as he realized there was nothing but the sound of falling water.
He sighed yet again as he realized he had managed to shake off the ăShamană and ăBerserkeră.
ăHuff, huff⊠TakaâŠă
Sugino Takashi died to give him a chance to escape. Ooyama could never forget his final moment.
ăDammit⊠why, whyâŠă
Naturally, what Ooyama wished for was for them to fight together, and open their way up to survival. But the reality was cruel, the loser had no right to choose who would survive nor would they get such a chance.
ăLike hell, I want to survive by myself⊠Taka, without youâŠă
His sense of loss and regret was nearly crushing him.
Had he known that things would turn this way, he would have rather died with Sugino. Yet, the reality was cruel, he survived by himself.
Even after he knew that he was doomed to die, Sugino took the risk of showing his unprotected back to the berserker just to protect Ooyama.
But whether it was because he was following Suginoâs last will or because he was terrified of the berserker who easily slaughtered Sugino, it didnât matter anymore. At the very least, he had no idea why he escaped.
He was furious with himself. Angry for losing to Momokawa who he had always regarded as a coward and looked down up. And this very attitude had ended up with Sugino saving him from mortal danger. He was truly powerless at that time and could only run with his tail between his leg.
It was truly an unforgivable act for him. But he couldnât go back anymore. Sugino was already dead.
ăWhat should I do⊠TakaâŠă
The person who usually replied with a gentle smile was already gone.
ăDammit⊠without you⊠my life isâŠă
The other party was the sole reason for him to survive in this world.
And yet, he failed to realize how dangerous life in another world was and had been busy looking down on someone for his girlish appearance, that error had caused irreparable damage to him.
ăWait for me, Taka, Iâll go to your side soonââă
Committing suicide was the only option for him right now.
He took out a utility knife, the first thing that he felt when he was about to slit his own throat wasnât fear. He strangely felt at ease since he knew that he would reunite with Sugino.
âYeah, this is for the best, I could just forget about everythingââ But, is it really okay to do this?
The sound of a knife falling to the floor resounded throughout the cave.
ăDammit all⊠like hell I can reunite with Taka in this way!ă
As the last one left, Ooyama Daisuke still had his own pride as a man.
ăIâm the reason for our defeat⊠Taka died⊠because of meâŠă
And yet, Ooyama was forgiven. If there was heaven and they reunited there, it would be a moving reunion.
But no. Even if Sugino forgave him, he couldnât forgive himself.
ăIt ainât time to meet Taka before I get my revenge!ă
His survival instinct reignited once he vowed to get his revenge.
Strangely enough, he didnât hate Kotaro or Meiko who killed Sugino, he had already accepted Suginoâs death as a result of the battle with their life on the line.
But it didnât mean that he didnât want a rematch.
ăMomokawa, Futaba, Iâm not gonna die till I kill both of you⊠IâLL SURVIVE TILL I GET MY REVENGE!ă
Ooyama, who fell into the darkest moment of his life, was burning with renewed fighting spirit.
Committing suicide was easy, he could do that anytime. Since that was the case, he could only charge ahead like a demon of revenge, unafraid of death.
Only after he got his revenge could he reunite with Sugino with pride. Losing him meant losing half of his life, thus he didnât even think twice and gave everything to his revenge. He had lost his reason to live.
ăTo be a man, youâve to be strong⊠Yes, power, I want more power.ă
His mind and body were roiling with fighting spirit.
ăShamană Momokawa and ăBerserkeră Meikoâs combi was truly powerful. The current him could not defeat both of them on his own. He had to rely on himself now that he had lost Sugino.
The road ahead was painful and difficult, but there was nothing else awaiting him beyond that goal. But he saw it as a punishment because he had survived on his own.
ăWait for me, Taka. Iâll avenge you after I become strong enough, so until theââă
As he was about to finish his sentence, a water droplet fell on the nape of his neck, causing him to pause and look up.
ăDammit, what the hell is this⊠sticky liquid. Ainât water at all.ă
He reflexively wiped the nape of his neck and found out that the liquid was really sticky. Moreover, it released an extremely bad stench.
ăThe heck, this is disgusting, what kind of bug is thiââah?ă
When he raised his face to see the origin of that mysterious mucus, he saw that.
THAT was clinging closely to the ceiling like a spider. Though its outline couldnât be seen due to lack of light⊠THAT silhouette resembled that of a human.
Drools kept spilling from THAT mouth.
Ooyama screamed as the sight of THAT sent a chill running down his spine. The reason being, THAT appearance was too disgusting.
The fact that it barely spoke made it clear that it was a human.
THAT has a flabby fat body and looks shabby. As if that wasnât enough, it was naked. There was only something that look like the remnant of pants that covered its cr*tch.
THAT ugly, obese figure was definitely a human, and yet, the way it was clinging to the ceiling like a lizard was akin to something that came out straight from a horror movie.
But, the most terrifying thing was the fact that he could vaguely guess its identity.
ăY-Yokomichi, youâŠă
The face that was staring in his direction with dirty-looking oil dribbling from his hair was that of one of his classmates, Yokomichi Hajime.
Class 2-7 was filled with a lot of characters that he hated. One such was the delinquent Higuchi or weak-looking Momokawa, but Yokomichi Hajime was the number one guy who invoked his psychological disgust.
He was excluded from the class due to his repulsive attitude. He had all three traits that made his classmates hate him â repulsive personality, obesity, and clothes without any hint of cleanliness.
That feeling intensified even further for a gay like Ooyama. He might cry even louder than a girl if his a*s were groped by someone like Yokomichi.
That was just how much he hated Yokomichi Hajime.
But that was also the main reason he could recognize Yokomichiâs face.
ăFu~h⊠Meat⊠me~atâŠă
Yokomichiâs cloudy gaze was fixed on Ooyama, who stood dumbfounded.
Ooyamaâs hair stood on its end, he used his magic immediately. The one in front of him wasnât a classmate that he could talk with, it was just a starving monster.
His survival instinct that had been trained to its utmost in this dungeon survival was ringing non-stop, telling him to attack first.
ăUOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, ăIgnis Sagitaă!ă
A huge fireball unleashed from his fist toward where Yokomichi was clinging at. He retreated as he fired once, twice, thrice but,
ăFUSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!ă
Something like a long and thin feeler repelled the exploding fireball.
He tried to dodge the incoming feeler, but it was faster and coiled around his ankle. He felt his foot go numb along with the sharp pain. He then realized that the feeler might have paralysis poison.
But it wasnât enough to paralyze Ooyamaâs entire body.
ăDammit, donât think that this sh*t can stop me! HAAAAAAAAAAA, ăMUSCLE HEATă!ă
Ooyama kicked the feeler coiling around his ankle with his left foot as he felt power rise in his upper body.
Yokomichi roared an indescribable roar on the other side of the smoke created by the exploding ăIgnis Sagitaă, possibly because he felt the pain.
ăYuck, what a disgusting guy. My bad dude, I donât even want to punch you with my fist.ă
He planned to keep Yokomichi at bay with a ranged attack. It was a ruthless decision, Ooyama focused his entire power on his fists.
ăNUUUUUUUUIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!ă
This time, instead of just one, several feelers arrived at the same time, accompanied by that agonizing wail. Six feelers flew at the same time, making the sound of cutting the wind.
He took a stance as if gathering power. Then his right leg began to lose sensation. Ooyama had failed to avoid the six feelers due to two overlapping factors.
The feelers then began to wrap themselves around his other limbs, neck, and che*st, sealing his movement. Though his body felt heavy as a result of the paralysis poisonâs overwhelming dosage affecting his nerves, Ooyama was unfazed.
ăDONâT LOOK DOWN ON ME! ăBURNING POWERă!ă
As he was engulfed by the flame-like aura, power returned to his body.
ăBurning Poweră had the power to negate abnormal status just like how it negated the poison bullet fired by Kotaro. Even if his body had already been affected by the abnormal state, the effect was diminished due to the purification power of the burning flame.
The paralysis was already gone, and the feelers that were wrapping around his body were about to be burned to a crisp by the flame.
Even Ooyama couldnât stand the thought of being taken down by uncool Yokomichiâs feeler. As a result, he concentrated his mana in his hands in order to increase his firepower and burn the filthy Yokomichi to cinders with his next attack.
After the smoke cleared, Yokomichi body that was hidden behind it was also revealed. This was the first time Ooyama saw Yokomichiâs appearance along with the feelers that were coiling around him.
ăNa, A-AAH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!ă
Even Ooyama couldnât help but scream like a girl.
Those feelers were coming out of Yokomichiâs mouth. In other words, his tongue.
The tongue that stretched and branched into several feelers looked like a fantastic organ of some sort of monster, but since it came out of Yokomichiâs mouth, it was undeniably his tongue.
Ooyamaâs disgust reached new heights when he realized that the filthy manâs tongue, which no other man dared to approach, was licking his body.
He lost his mind at that point. He completely forgot about casting his most powerful attack spell and focused solely on escaping the disgusting clutches of the feelers as soon as possible. His movements became irrational as if he was attempting to stay afloat while being unable to swim.
This created a fatal gap.
ăBI-BI-BIGACHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!ă
Seeing that opening, Yokomichi fired an electric shock.
ăPower Generator OrganăïŒAn organ that creates thunder magical power.
Yokomichi, who gained an organ that generated electric power in his body, was able to discharge electricity throughout his entire body. He let out a bestial roar akin to the beast from which he obtained his ăPower Generator Organă, followed by an electric discharge from his tongue.
ăGUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!ă
Ooyama wailed in agony as his entire body was ravaged by an electric discharge, and he collapsed helplessly on the ground.
Yokomichi drew back his tongue, possibly because he judged that the prey was already incapacitated.
And then approached the prey that had already lost their means of movement.
ăU-A, aa⊠Get awaâŠă
Yokomichi, who had descended from the ceiling, was approaching Ooyama with his four limbs like a wild animal rather than walking like a human.