Ch.368Adjustable NPC. (6)

“How long are you going to pretend to be unconscious? Should I gouge your eyes out if you don’t open them?”

After throwing the two collapsed bastards into an empty warehouse, I close the door and crack my knuckles, but neither of them responds. Well, I expected as much.

-THUD!!

“Guhack!!?”

“You little shit.”

-CRACK!!

“Kyaaak?!!”

“Answer me.”

When I kick the man in the stomach hard enough to rupture it, and step on the woman’s ankle until it breaks, they both scream and open their eyes. Let’s hurry this up; my time isn’t meaningless enough to waste on dealing with you.

“Aaargh…!!”

“J-Jack… Cough!! Lord Jack!! W-what is this suddenly…!!”

“Come on. If you’re going to act, do it properly. How do you know my na…”

“Cough! How could I not know?! I was one of those who served Your Highness in Duke Hurk’s territory!!”

“M-my foot…! My leg!!”

“Oh, really?”

That’s strange. When I saw you back then, I definitely didn’t see a bastard like you, or more precisely, a status window like yours. So, did something possess you while I was with Ragni? I stomp on the panicking man’s ankle until it breaks, then cover his mouth to suppress his screams before looking into his eyes and speaking.

“You really screwed me over 8,000 years ago. How about I vent some of my frustration here, you ‘loser’?”

“…Mmph?!!”

Could it really be him? Or is there just a bug in the status window? I don’t know. If that were the case, I don’t think Gorg would have missed it. Still, there’s one bastard that comes to mind. Someone who hates losing to me. Who tries to stab me in the back. Who tries to screw me over in a big way.

“You don’t need two mouths, right? If I kill one, you can still talk with the other? Or do you need two heads to speak?”

“Mmph!! Mmmmph?!!”

The man whose mouth I’m covering struggles desperately, not wanting to die, but naturally, due to our spec difference, I don’t budge an inch.

“Well, it’s not like there’s a time limit ‘like back then.’ Let’s start by beating you like an animal. Time for some forest keeper education.”

-BANG!!

Just before I swing my fist at the man’s face, the woman beside me lunges toward me—no, she rushes at me as if trying to kill the man I’m holding. I throw the man aside with some force and grab the woman’s fist.

“Oh, so you’re coming at me now?”

[How dare a lowly reincarnator like you…]

“My, my, it’s been a while, but your voice is still as shitty as ever. So, are memories of being trapped inside tentacles and bursting coming back to you? Hm?”

[You bastard!!!]

“You bastard!!!”

-Crack.

[……!!!]

I don’t know what you’re hoping for, but did you really think you could challenge me with a mere level 90-ish body? After breaking the woman’s fist too, I pull her arm to lift her up, then kick and break her other leg. She starts to go berserk, screaming soundlessly. Ah, shut up, idiot. People are coming.

-Grab!!

“Shut your trap. I’ve thought this before, but you’re way too dramatic.”

[Do you think you can stop me by doing this?!]

“What the hell. I covered your mouth, so where are you talking from? Are you talking through your asshole? This really is a shit-making machine.”

-THUD!!

[Gugh!!]

Not sure where the hell the voice is coming from, I knee the stomach, and sure enough, it suffers. Hmm, but I don’t understand what this thing is doing.

“Let’s stop this nonsense. If this was enough to hurt or kill you, you would have died 8,000 years ago. What exactly are you?”

[…Kekek. You want to know who I am? A reincarnator like you doesn’t even know who I am yet?]

-THUD

[Gahk?!]

“I hate riddles and non-answers the most. I also hate myself for not knowing what this world is, what someone like you is, as you said—just a reincarnator. So let’s answer the questions properly, okay?”

This is probably why I can’t be the protagonist of the world. There’s a villain, and that villain says something incredibly meaningful. The role of the typically passive protagonist is to agonize over it and find the right answer. But unfortunately, my intelligence rose to 7 back then, and it hasn’t shown any signs of rising again. So I don’t want to solve riddles, and above all, my personality isn’t passive. Well, I am a bit passive in romance.

-CRACK!!

[Gyaaaa?!!]

“I’m quite proactive when it comes to tormenting monsters and villains. So I’ll ask again? Who are you? Where is this? What’s your purpose? How can you die?”

When I twist the arm I’m holding like reversing a slot machine lever, the woman’s body, with her shoulder blade seemingly completely dislocated, begins to dangle and moan. Sigh, it’s a bit disgusting that this bastard is in someone else’s body, not his own.

[G-gugh!! You ignorant bas-]

-CRACK!!

[GYAAAA!!!]

“You seem to have never been beaten up properly by someone truly ignorant. I told you to stop giving non-answers, didn’t I? Hey, I’m curious—is this woman your minion? If not, I’ll try to break her more gently.”

When I stomp on the already broken ankle once more, he starts making that unpleasant noise again. What is this? It’s fine that he’s crawled into someone else’s body—well, it’s not fine—but anyway, why is he feeling the pain himself? Despite being bewildered by this seemingly defective ability, I continued my Q&A with him. Finally, when the woman’s body was twisted like modern art in various places, no longer needing to be held, the creature began to put the answers I wanted in his mouth—no, his asshole.

[Gugh… I, am. The whole, and the world, and a single will.]

Correction. He was just shitting.

Did I hit the stomach too much? Rather than trying to find meaning in the words of someone who’s started shitting from his mouth, I clench my fist again, thinking about creating new art through violence, when—

[Stop!! You crazy bastard!! I answered your question, so why are you—!!!]

-THUD!!

[Gahk?!]

“What the hell is with that attitude?”

Now there’s just a shit-making machine left, sounding much weaker than before, as if it really wants to stop being beaten.

I’m really curious, why did you approach me? Why are you here? Did you come just to get beaten up?

[Why would I do that, reincarnator? I shouldn’t have been detected in the first place!! Th—ACK?!!]

-THUD!!

After the creature’s scream, my fist connecting with its mouth makes an explosive sound. Who are you calling “that bitch,” you trash? Should I really kill you?

I swing my fist with precise control so that only the cheek and teeth are shattered, and half of its face peels off, but it still doesn’t die. Even 8,000 years ago, when its main body was pierced by a machete, it survived, so clearly the body it inhabits doesn’t die easily. I move my extended hand to grab the hair as if to tear it out, bring my face close to its eyeball, and speak.

“Lady Ira. That’s how you’ll address my sister from now on. Her name isn’t for trash like you to casually use.”

[…Gugh, kekek. Damn it, th—?!]

-CRUNCH!!

[Gyeaak?!!]

“Did you stick a dick in your ear? I said Lady Ira.”

[Cough…!! Th—!! ACK?!!]

It seems to have something it wants to say, but I mercilessly strike its mouth and stomach every time it tries to call my sister “that bitch” or “that thing.” No, I’m tired of this now. Just die.

-THUD!!!

“I was planning to use the other one soon anyway.”

-GRAB!!

After killing the ruined female body, I immediately grab the fist of the man who was rushing at me from behind and break it again, repeating the earlier process.

This bastard. What kind of creature is it? Is it some kind of demon after all? I think Miho mentioned something about hierarchy in Luxuria 8,000 years ago. Sigh, I don’t remember any demon like this appearing in the game on the Eight Continent. This is really troublesome.

[…If only I hadn’t been caught by Lady Ira.]

“Okay, I’ll let that slide for now. So what were you planning to do if you hadn’t been caught?”

By the time the second piece of modern art is completed, I grant speaking rights to this beast who’s finally learned human language, and he starts shitting from his broken mouth again.

[They say I could have taken care of the King of Ponia this time. Reincarnator, it’s your fault. The world is gradually going mad.]

“…The king was your target? But why are you telling me this now? And my fault? You’re talking nonsense. This place was already crazy. I’m relatively normal, you idiot.”

[Normal? You are destroying the cycle of this world. With the power of the spirit you call ‘Trial,’ you’re even reversing time and breaking the cycle of all existence!!]

“Did I do that because I wanted to? Who told me I had to do th—”

[You fool!! Who is this ‘who’?! Haven’t you considered that someone who wants to destroy the cycle of this world might be controlling you?! Don’t you realize that a reincarnator like you shouldn’t have come to this world in the first pl—ACK?!!]

-THUD!!

“I told you not to get worked up, you piece of shit. Can’t you read the situation?”

Hey, the status window that helped me survive. You, who made my head stupid and tried to interfere and kill me. Which side do you think it’s normal for me to trust? In the first place, that status window…

[That’s right!! That thing you call a status window has given birth to such an incomprehensible being!! And yet, you still claim to trust it?!!!]

“…Are you talking about Gorg?”

[Yes!! What did you see, what did you learn from that status window that made you trust it? Look, because of that status window, you’ve now excellently become an enemy of this world! And yet you…!!]

“Wait. I’m an enemy of the world? Since when? Huh? I never felt anything like that?”

[What…?]

When I sincerely ask the modern art creature who suddenly started rambling about things I know nothing about, he instead contorts his face—already collapsed from dozens of punches—and throws a question back at me.

[…Are you serious? Are you really saying you don’t know that because of your appearance, ‘everything in this world’ has accelerated to kill you people?]

“…Ah.”

And that question was the most useful content in this meaningless conversation.