Chapter 133: Three Step Defeat
Yo! Im back...
I haven’t been writing at all because my life has gotten quite busy, and I haven’t been able to prioritize this hobby. And unfortunately, this will not change much in the foreseeable future. So for those of you who expected a full-on comeback, I apologize.
From now on, I will be posting one Chapter per week until this novel finishes.
HOWEVER!
It is not all doom and gloom. That is because during the past few months, I have developed this story in my head to a great degree. The pacing of the story will be much faster, whether that is for the better or the worse, for different readers.
Still, what I can say is that this novel will get a lot more fun from now on. The story will progress at a heated pace, but the Chapters will be much slower in progress.
Thank you all for understanding, and have a great time reading!
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’I figured out his power, but I shouldn’t tell him that yet.’ Midas thought, ’He said that his power, combined with Urus’s, led to an unstoppable outcome. From this information alone, I can imagine what their strategy is.’ He said inwardly, glancing toward Urus.
’That guy... Toshy’s goal is to teleport me near Urus. Most likely, if he can switch objects with himself, he can also switch objects with another person. And Urus? He most likely possesses a power that has no defensive capabilities, but can kill with something as simple as a mere touch. No matter what I do... I must avoid getting close to that Urus guy.’ Midas finalized his thoughts.
"You seem to be in deep thought. Are you worrying about your escape route?" Toshy asked in a mocking tone, "No... You are too cocky to do that, from what I’ve seen. You must be trying to figure out our abilities. Judging by your expression, you must have already put together the context clues and have hypothesized our powers. However... knowledge of our powers will change nothing." He said.
"I’ve only been toying with you. At any moment, I can teleport to a stone near you. A simple touch, and you are gone." Toshy smirked.
Midas furrowed his eyebrows. Even though he knew Toshy’s power now to a certain extent, there wasn’t anything he could do to prevent the fatty from touching him.
*Author Input*
(This is where I last left off in terms of writing. From here on out, the story will be much more of a fast pace.)
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Midas exhaled as he faced the ground. Without hesitation, he glared at Toshy with a serious look and gestured with his fingers to attack.
Toshy raised a brow, almost scoffing at the audacity.
"Fine!" Toshy exclaimed, suddenly disappearing from sight.
Midas knew exactly where the fatty would appear next.
’I know where he will appear... but there is nothing I can do. As soon as this fat ass retard touches me, I will unleash a part of my army and hope that is enough.’ Midas mused.
Within the blink of an eye, Toshy appeared before Midas and touched him.
With that touch, Midas’s surroundings changed.
His stance was the same, but several feet backwards.
He was right in front of Urus, who quickly darted his finger forward and touched Midas’s forehead.
Midas... felt nothing.
’Huh?’ He mused with confusion, ’Come out, Dorhal!’ He announced inwardly.
Despite that, however, nothing happened. The orc general refused to come out.
"Fool!" Toshy laughed from several feet away as he walked forward.
Midas gazed at him with a serious look.
"Urus’s power is specific. If he touches the very center part of your glabella, which is most closely linked to your pineal gland, he unleashes a devastating curse that acts like a disease or poison. Out of the three poisons, the first poison affects your mind, making any technique you try to use completely useless. That means you cannot use any spells or skills, and neither can you use any magic items such as the ring that contains your army."
Midas furrowed his eyebrows, concerned.
But by then, Urus had already touched him a second time on the forehead.
Midas dashed backwards, creating space. But the second touch had already taken effect.
"The second touch affects your body!" Toshy yelled.
At that moment, Midas realized that he was somehow on his knees.
That last gust of strength he used to jump away was the final energy he had left in his body.
Now, a mountain of fatigue washed over him, making it difficult to even kneel.
"All of your vitality, strength, and energy have been sapped!" Toshy smiled.
Urus walked forward, "You are useless now." He said, his finger raised and ready to touch Midas for the third time.
"The third touch is the final one. It curses your soul itself. I’m sure you know by now that our boons granted to us by the Gods are driven by spiritual energy, or, willpower. By being able to curse the soul, my third touch creates a poison that obliterates that willpower, dismantling your boon completely in the process. After that, you will be nothing more than a vegetable, ready for the slaughter." Urus chuckled to himself.
"Our power is truly worth all the money in the world." Toshy laughed as he arrived before Midas.
Midas didn’t know what to do in this moment.
Usually, his brain would race to come up with solutions, but he felt hopeless for a split second.
These two... they weren’t bluffing.
In his predicament, there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
He closed his eyes, using any mustered energy to simply clench his jaw.
"You must not give up here, Midas." He suddenly muttered to himself under his breath.
"Huh? Have you gone mad?" Urus exclaimed, almost feeling bad for the guy.
"I have gone through far too much... I can not lose here. I will not be defeated. I must attain victory." Midas said aloud to himself with no regard for the reactions of those around him.
His time spent between Earth and Fell-Terra had shown him how obsessed he was with victory. Let alone everything else he had gone through ever since coming here.
He was obsessed to the point of not giving up, even in this situation.
However, despite what he felt or thought in his own brain, the reality of the world painted a different picture.
In the minds of both Urus and Toshy, victory was theirs.
Urus didn’t waste any time, kneeling down beside Midas and lifting the young man’s head up by the chin.
Midas didn’t even have the energy to fight back, simply glaring at Urus, who had a cunning smirk on his face.
Urus neared his finger, placing it on Midas’s forehead for the third time.