Title: “I Became The Villain The Hero Is Obsessed With”
“Surrender right now!” Didn’t I tell you that?!!”
Damn, why does that jerk’s brain work so well at times like these.
As I stood there, dumbfounded by the sudden attack, the chat window erupted into chaos again.
[LOL, he’s speechless because you hit the nail on the head!]
[Why is Croc suddenly so articulate? LOL]
[Like he broadcasted himself pulling that first move live, and he still has the nerve to brazenly deny it LOL]
[I still find the thick-faced Mangostick cute!!!! Argh!!!!!!!]
This is not the time to lose your composure.
If anything, you have to be shameless to succeed.
I remember reading in a self-help book as a child that life is like stir-fried rice on a hot plate.
Stir-fried rice on a hot plate tastes good.
Actually, as long as you have a hot plate, pretty much anything you cook will be decent.
Life is similar in that regard.
If you have a metaphorical hot plate, things generally go well.
Thinking of that wisdom, I steel my face and open my mouth.
“What do you want!!!! Nobody asked you!!!!!”
“…? Didn’t you just ask when did you ever do that?!!”
“That’s enough!!!! Weren’t you the one who asked why I didn’t come help while you were too busy hugging Stardash and sucking up to EgoStick while you wrecked the building!!!! This slanderous attack!!!! Apologize right now!!!! Apologize for the insult I felt!!!! I’ll forgive you if you apologize!!!”
The jerk, Yama, finally snaps.
“You lunatic!!!! I’m the fool for reasoning with you!!!! Die!!!!!”
And with that, the bastard crocodile starts to take something into his mouth.
Hey, that’s not the attack, is it?
As something shoots out from his mouth, I instantly teleport to the side. Crazy bastard!
In my haste, I end up teleporting, leaving the microphone, which I’ve hardly used except for a little karaoke at home, behind. It’s going to be trash now.
Barely avoiding the attack with a quick teleport, I notice a jet of water shooting towards the spot where I just stood.
This is the Crocodile Man’s secret technique, Extreme Water Spouting.
But that’s just what he calls it in the original work; it’s actually just a water cannon. Though if it hits, it’s instant death.
I can’t see the correlation between being a crocodile and shooting a water cannon, but in the original, Stardash suddenly got hit by this and nearly died. I, knowing this, narrowly evaded it.
“Like a rat!!!! You actually dodged it!!!!”
The guy wipes water from the corner of his mouth and smirks.
He tried a lethal attack on me?
That would’ve been a real sneak attack. If I hadn’t dodged it, I would’ve been dead.
Thinking about it, anger bubbles up inside me.
How dare he pull such a move without any safety measures?
No, this won’t do.
Originally, I planned to just scare him a bit before sending him off for another day, but now…
Let’s just catch him today.
Tonight’s dinner is crocodile meat.
I started to unwrap the bundle I’d been carrying.
And slowly began to activate my telekinesis. Since I’ve been charging my telekinesis for a while now, I should be able to manage this.
With my telekinesis, my body starts to float.
And at the same time, the items I had in my bundle began to rise in the air.
Numerous guns.
Surrounded by countless guns floating around me, I begin to load them with my telekinesis.
Okay, ready to go.
The crocodile bastard’s eyes flicker seeing the myriad guns floating and aiming at him.
And just before I fire all the guns at once, I give him one last word.
“See you in hell, you son of a bitch.”
And the guns go off simultaneously.
Ratatatatatatatatatatatata-.
The simultaneous gunfire from dozens of guns creates a deafening roar that sweeps across the rooftop.
“AAAAAAAAARGHHH!!!”
Crocodile Man, head down and arms crossed, begins to take all the bullets as he shields himself.
Perhaps because he’s hit by too many bullets, the spot he was standing in becomes obscured by dust to the point it’s hard to make out any shape.
Once I return to the ground, I casually throw out a word.
“Is he done for?”
[Oh no… If you say that…]
[It’s messed up, 100% sure he isn’t dead]
[But how can he be alive after taking that many bullets? Surely not]
[Eh, no way he survived that?]
[He probably specialized in surviving attacks]
As the dust settles,
Standing there unscathed and firmly as ever is the Crocodile Man.
“HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Did you think such feeble physical attacks could hurt me!!!!!”
After laughing out loud, the bastard croc looks ahead to find
A completely empty rooftop.
And suddenly, a voice from above.
“I told you we’d meet in hell, didn’t I, baby croc?”
Teleporting above him, as I plummet, I throw a glass bottle directly onto the croc’s head.
Shattering on impact, glass flies everywhere.
“Hmm?”
And then, out of the glass bottle comes unidentifiable green smoke.
Sniffing, the croc realizes something is wrong as he begins to scream in agony.
“AAAAAAAAAGH!!!!”
Immune to physical attacks?
Then how about special attacks?
Enjoy the taste of toxic gas, you beast.
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