Chapter 164: Why Have You Become a Crispy Critter?
"ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!!"
Two figures pinned the massive, twisted humanoid entity to the ground and began a frantic beatdown, their fists swinging so fast they left trails of blurred light.
Garou recalled the agonizing pain of being tortured by Divine Power and the burning rage of having his body hijacked. Every punch he threw grew heavier and more focused.
King's eyes were also cold with fury. He remembered being pinned under the stars, forced to watch helplessly as GOD sent His minions to slaughter the people of Earth.
At that thought, the fire in King's heart surged. His fists accelerated, each blow caving in GOD's spiritual form.
King's attacks were massive and authoritative. Every impact shaved away GOD's soul essence, leaving Him visibly flickering and weakened.
While Garou's individual attacks were technically weaker, this mental world was his home turf. Driven by his unyielding will and sheer hostility, the very fabric of the soul-scape began to reject and suppress GOD's presence.
Being held down and pummeled, GOD was beyond incensed, but He couldn't find the leverage to stand. The combined force of these two was simply too great; in His current state of a mere mental projection, He lacked the weight to resist.
Dammit... these filthy human pests... DAMN THEM ALL!!
The humiliation made GOD want to scream a roar that would shatter the void, but He couldn't even draw breath before another combination of punches landed on His "face."
One was a soul whose raw power now eclipsed His own; the other was the absolute master of this dimension. As an interloper who had invaded from a higher plane, GOD found Himself completely disqualified from the fight.
Under the double-team assault, GOD's form became increasingly translucent—a sign that His soul essence was bottoming out.
If I let them keep this up... I'm going to suffer permanent damage...
Even as a high-dimensional being, GOD wouldn't "die" if His soul-fragment was shattered in this lower world, but it would be a catastrophic blow to His divinity.
There were other entities in the higher dimensions. If He returned in a crippled state, He would be an easy target for His rivals to devour.
Thinking of this, GOD decided to cut His losses.
Even though thousands of years of planning were going up in smoke, and He would lose His foothold for invading Earth, He had to retreat. If He didn't, His soul would be detonated, potentially endangering His true original form.
Sensing the two men still riding Him and throwing punches, GOD triggered a desperate flare. A wave of violent, chaotic energy erupted from His body, forcing King and Garou to momentarily break their assault.
Seizing the micro-second, GOD finally found the space to speak. His cold, magnificent voice echoed through the soul-scape:
"So what if you have the advantage here? I am GOD. I exist in a dimension far above your comprehension! No matter how arrogant you act in this primitive world, you can never truly touch My level!"
He fixed His gaze on King, His tone turning provocative, as if certain of His own ultimate safety:
"I must admit, for a human of a lower dimension, you are impressive. Even if you are a stowaway, your strength is undeniable.
"But so what?! Whether it's you or that rule-breaking Baldy, you are ultimately inferior beings! I will be watching you from the higher realms forever! HAHAHAHA!!"
Hearing this, King realized immediately: This guy is trying to log out.
He scanned his current arsenal of skills and realized with a hint of annoyance that he didn't actually have a way to "root" a high-dimensional deity in place.
Wait—there's this!
While GOD was busy monologuing, King quietly split off dozens of tiny wisps of his own soul and merged them into GOD's spiritual essence.
As long as that soul-link existed, he could track GOD back to the higher dimension.
As for how to get there? I'll just ask the Magical Baldy.
As long as Saitama thought he could get there, his "Cartoon Physics" would find a way.
"Is that so?" King said aloud, his fists beginning to swing even faster. "Remember this: no matter where you hide, Saitama and I will find you. We will beat you until you kneel. Mark my words."
GOD sneered, His soul-vessel becoming almost transparent as He dissolved into particles of light.
"I look forward to it. I only hope you can actually cross the dimensional barrier, you laughable creatures."
In the next second, GOD vanished. The remaining Divine Power was sucked back into the void, returning to the higher dimension.
With GOD gone, King didn't linger in Garou's mind. He withdrew his soul and returned to reality.
He had to move fast. Before the residual Divine Power in Garou's body dissipated, he needed to get the boy out of the star.
Without Divine Power to act as a buffer, Garou would revert to his mortal state. If a normal human were exposed to 500,000°C, they would be vaporized into atoms in a microsecond.
Sure enough, as the "God-buff" faded, Garou's physical durability began to plummet. He was at death's door in an instant.
The only thing keeping him from turning into gas was the lingering traces of GOD's energy.
At this temperature, only an existence of King's caliber could survive. Any other lifeform would be deleted from reality instantly.
King grabbed the half-dead Garou and funneled a massive amount of Aura into him, wrapping him in a protective cocoon.
The crimson streak of light shot out of the star, putting distance between them and the space-warping heat.
King looked down at the figure inside the shield. He was a blackened, unrecognizable lump of charcoal. King couldn't help but roast him:
"Well... look at you. Why have you become a Crispy Critter?"
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