Chapter 9- Finally Dead
Yuuta’s frog legs quivered under him, his body scraped, bruised, and bloodied, but still breathing—barely. The air reeked of scorched meat and metal, thick with dust and the bitter stench of ozone. Chunks of stone rained down from the shattered cliffs above like angry beast throwing pebbles.
But Yuuta wasn’t done.
With a guttural croak torn from the pit of his slimy throat, he pushed himself up, wobbling to his feet. His wide froggy eyes locked onto the source of every ounce of his rage, fear, and desperation—the fat bastard.
The pigman.
A lumbering mountain of charred muscle and melted steel, the pig’s once grotesque face was now barely recognizable as anything living. Its left eye was shut completely, sealed behind layers of swollen, blistered flesh. The right eye... wide open. Bloodshot. Lidless. Burning with pure hatred. That one eye stared straight at Yuuta like it wanted to peel the skin from his bones with just its glare.
"Fucking shit..." Yuuta spat. "You just don’t die, do you?"
The pig whined—a low, trembling sound like a dying engine fused with a pig’s shriek. It lifted one gauntlet-covered hand over its mangled face, trembling from pain and fury.
Yuuta didn’t waste a single second.
He conjured.
The familiar hum of mana thrummed through his frog limbs as a white-hot orb burst into existence above his palm.
"Eat this, you crispy bacon bitch!"