Chapter 8-Just Die Already Bro!
Smoke and blood mist still danced through the cracked canyon air like foul incense, thick with the stench of roasted flesh and seared metal. Yuuta’s battered frog body twitched against the stone cliffside, his breath ragged, each inhale scraping his lungs like gravel. The echo of that last brutal impact still reverberated faintly through the jagged rocks of the canyon, like a ghost refusing to fade.
But he wasn’t done. Not yet.
Yuuta’s wide, bulging eyes locked onto the silhouette of the fat, armored pigman. The bastard was trudging toward his club—his spiked, mountainous slab of metal that had already shattered cliffs and nearly turned Yuuta into green paste.
"No you don’t, you pork-flavored asshole," Yuuta snarled through his ripped throat, forcing his legs to move. He could still feel the throb of his half-regenerated bones screaming at him, but he ignored it. The pain was fuel now.
Magic Missile.
With a sharp croak that almost sounded like laughter, Yuuta unleashed the spell. The projectile screamed through the air like a missile fired from a railgun, its faint white light glowing like a falling star.
The pigman had just curled his thick fingers around the handle of his massive club when he turned—too slow, too late.
BOOOOOOM.
The blast detonated directly against the side of his already burnt, oozing face. A plume of smoke erupted from the impact, mixed with a spatter of dark red blood that misted into the air like a firework gone wrong. The pig let out a screeching, deep-chested grunt, stumbling back—his enormous form teetering.
Yuuta blinked away sweat and blood from his frog eyes and laughed, his voice scratchy and ugly and gurgling like a clogged sink.
"THAT’S RIGHT, YOU FILTHY SLAB OF BACON! Didn’t expect that from a little green bastard, did you?! I’m the future fucking harem mage king, bitch! You don’t even know who you’re messing with!"