Volume 2 Chapter 52 Sadistic Psychic Move
......Now
"Hoi, hoi, hoi, hoi......"
With six arms and tripled attack power, Prototype No. 100 modified's attack being dodge by Takeru effortlessly.
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: Awesome! Awesome! Omega-samaー! The best!
: ↑ Elena-tan, your vocabulary has officially downgraded to cheering noises.
: Speaking of which, Elena-chan, didn't you say on that D-Streamer forum a while back that you were coming to Japan?......Wait. Are you here right now?
: What......are you saying!?
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The livestream chat had officially lost the plot.
Rather than focusing on the battle, they were more invested in grilling Elena Zweikov.
But while the viewers were busy with internet gossip, Takeru was busy handing out a beatdown of biblical proportions.
'Haa, haa, haa... W-Why?! Why won't it hit!?'
Prototype No. 100 modified was trying to act tough, but at this point, he was one step away from sending a help message in Morse code.
Meanwhile, Takeru tilted his head and sighed.
"Is it over yet? Is it over, you know? I'm getting bored now, so......"
'?'
"From now on, I'll let you have a taste of what it's like to be one-sidedly defeated...."
"!?"
The moment Takeru dropped that line, Prototype No. 100 modified had a moment of divine clarity—this fight was no longer about winning.
This was about survival.
With that realization, he did what any self-respecting villain would do in his situation.
He turned and ran.
Crash!
"You're not getting away with it! (Grin)"
'S-stop......'
Wham!
Prototype No. 100 modified lunged for an escape route, but Takeru snagged his wrist like a parent catching a toddler reaching for candy.
Snap!
"There's no way you'll miss it, right? (Nichaa)"
'No, stop it......'
Crunch!
With a sickening pop, Takeru crushed the wrist in his grip.
'Aaaaaaaaaa!!!'
The scream that followed?
Pure horror movie protagonist realizing they're not making it to the sequel.
But Takeru?
Takeru was unfazed.
He simply raised his hand—karate chop style—and lopped off Prototype No. 100 modified's entire arm like he was slicing a loaf of bread.
'It hurtsssss!!'
Prototype No. 100 modified flailed wildly, shrieking in agony.
Takeru sighed.
"Hey, don't struggle! Ah, right... your 'legs' are in the way."
And just like that, two more chops, two more limbs gone.
'Aaaaaaaaaa...!!!!'
In the span of mere seconds, Prototype No. 100 modified had been reduced to a discount action figure missing all its detachable parts.
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: Huh...?
: Whoa...
: G-gross...
: Hiee
: Hiee
: It's in a daruma state...
: O-Omega-sama...? (shivering)
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The viewers, once entertained, had now entered the "this might be a crime" phase of the stream.
Even Prototype No. 100 modified, despite the whole missing limbs situation, was thinking the same thing.
But instead of finishing him off...
Takeru just stood there.
Silent.
Staring.
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: Huh? What? What's up?
: Isn't he just staring at Prototype No. 100 modified without moving...?
: Huh? He's not going to finish it off?
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The silence stretched, heavy with dread.
Then...
The severed arms and legs started growing back.
"Oh? It's sprouting, it's sprouting. Wow, you're like a weird little chia pet. That's kinda funny. Yeah, yeah, I think it's mostly healed now? Well then..."
Takeru casually raised his hand again, waiting for the limbs to fully regenerate.
Slash! Slash!
'Huh? A-Aaghhhhhhhhh!!!!'
And just like that, they were gone again.
Prototype No. 100 modified lay there, permanently stuck in "Build-A-Bear but horrifying" mode.
"So, how many times can your regeneration function activate continuously?"
Takeru grinned.
'N-No way... are you... experimenting on my regeneration function?'
Takeru's eyes gleamed with scientific curiosity.
"Yeah, that's right. After all, you did that to those two just a bit ago, right? So that means you were prepared to be harmed, weren't you? And now it's your turn... that's all there is to it."
He said it with the same energy as someone explaining why they should get the last slice of pizza.
'P-Please stop... even if I have regeneration... it doesn't mean I won't feel any pain...'
"Yeah, who knows... that's the point, right? By the way, you were the same way with those two earlier, weren't you?"
'.........Ah. N-No, that...'
"Okay, that application is denied."
Takeru rested his chin on his hand, cheerfully waiting for the limbs to grow back again.
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: Oh man, oh man, Omega-sama...
: Omega-sama is really mad, it's hilarious... no, it's so scary I can't even laugh (shaking badly).
: I think they're talking about Ochi-san and Yurihime, but aside from that, this ruthless side of Omega-sama... yikes.
: ((((；ﾟДﾟ))))))) shaking badly.
: ((((；ﾟДﾟ))))))) shaking badly.
: I understand that this is about Ochi-san and Yurihime getting their revenge. But more than that, there's the terrifying consequence of angering Omega-sama. The scene before me... is nothing but pure fear.
: A monstrous, psychopathic move.
: Honestly, everyone is horrified and taken aback by Omega-sama's actions...
: Ah! Omega-sama is going wildddd!!!! Amazingggg! Absolutely devastating massacre, amazing!!!!
: ...except for one person (Elena-tan).
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