Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

My lungs felt like they were torn in two, and every breath tasted like burning rust.

On Yuuri Takishiro's retina, the world is slowly fading.

Snowflake noise appears at the edge of vision, indicating that the body's functions are on the verge of collapse.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step he took left a shallow footprint mixed with blood and dust on the cracked asphalt.

But he didn't stop.

His eyes were fixed on the figure huddled in the shadow of the abandoned armored vehicle in front of him—the woman.

The woman who called for help on the communicator with her last hope.

"I'm sorry... I'm late."

A hoarse voice squeezed out from his cracked lips, like a blunt knife scraping his throat.

He finally walked in front of the woman, but his extreme fatigue made him unable to hold on any longer, and he fell to one knee on the ground.

The cold ground sent a biting chill through the torn parts of his combat uniform, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

The woman slowly raised her head, and there was only numb emptiness in her eyes on her dusty face.

She looked at Yuuri Takishiro who was kneeling in front of her, without any anger.

There was no gratitude, as if he was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

This dead silence is more chilling than any roar.

Yuuri Takishiro's heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

He wanted to say something more, to explain how many crazy beasts had stopped him along the way.

I wanted to tell her that I had pushed my speed to the limit...

But at this moment, a gust of wind with a fishy and disgusting smell suddenly hit from the side!

"careful!"

The woman's pupils suddenly contracted, and the empty look in her eyes was finally replaced by extreme fear, and she let out a sharp scream.

Yuuri Takishiro didn't even have time to look up. Relying solely on the instinct honed from thousands of life-and-death battles, he suddenly thrust his left arm forward.

"Om-!"

With a slight buzzing sound, the armor on his forearm instantly extended and deformed.

A hexagonal energy shield with flashing blue honeycomb patterns appeared out of thin air.

This shield, named "Honeycomb-7" anti-attack shield, is a masterpiece of black technology from the old era.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Almost at the moment the shield was formed, three scarlet tentacles as thick as cables and covered with sticky pus appeared.

Then he struck the shield with the force of thunder!

The huge impact caused the already weak Yuuri Takibai to slide back several meters.

His thin body plowed three deep furrows into the ground.

However, the three powerful tentacles failed to cause any substantial damage.

The moment the edge of the energy shield touched the tentacles, a dazzling white light lit up.

The high-frequency vibrating energy particles were like the sharpest chainsaw, instantly cutting off the three tentacles at the root!

Dark green, smelly blood spurted out, accompanied by a deafening roar of pain.

It was not until then that Yuuri Takishiro saw the attacker's full appearance.

It was a monster as big as a heavy truck, and its main body could be vaguely identified as some kind of bovine creature.

But all the muscles in his body had rotted, exposing the white bones and twisted and proliferating black blood vessels.

On its head, where the horns should have been, two huge, wriggling octopus-like tentacles grew.

What was just cut off was the offensive appendage that had grown out of its ribs.

The Bull Corpse! A B-class mutant renowned for its strength and regenerative abilities!

Its scarlet compound eyes stared at Yuuri Takishiro, and the severe pain of having its tentacles severed made it go completely berserk.

Its four hooves dug into the ground, making a dull roar, and its huge body was like a runaway train.

He charged towards Yuuri Takishiro and the woman behind him!

The shadow of death instantly loomed. The woman turned pale with fear, and even her scream was stuck in her throat.

Yuuri Takishiro's eyes became extremely calm at this moment, as calm as the ice in the polar regions that has not melted for thousands of years.

His body no longer allowed him to dodge or fight.

Then, kill him with one blow.

He knelt on the ground with his right hand's five fingers spread out and his palm facing up.

"Authorization code: Yuzuki-001."

"Access to the weapons depot, requesting the 'Star Penetrator'."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable command.

As the words fell, circles of light blue data ripples began to appear in the space above his palm.

Countless tiny points of light converge, encode, and reorganize out of thin air.

Just one second.

A cyberpunk-style spear that is completely black and covered with circuit board-like patterns.

It condensed and took shape in the flowing light and quietly floated above his palm.

There was a cold light at the tip of the gun, emitting heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

"Star Penetrator", a Class A anti-military annihilation weapon. In theory, its energy core is enough to penetrate the armor of an interstellar battleship.

Used here, it is simply a luxurious massacre.

The huge head of the Barbarian Bull Corpse Beast was less than five meters away from him.

At the moment when the fishy wind had already ruffled the hair on his forehead, Yuuri Takishiro moved.

He did not stand up, but remained kneeling on one knee.

He simply gripped the handle of the "Star Piercer" tightly, and using the last bit of strength in his body, thrust it forward fiercely.

An extremely simple action - stabbing.

Time seemed to be slowed down infinitely at this moment.

There are no earth-shattering explosions, no gorgeous light and shadow effects.

The tip of the Star-Piercer's spear cut through the enemy with ease, like a hot knife cutting through butter.

It silently penetrated the extremely hard skull of the wild bull corpse.

The stratum corneum, bones, and mutated brain tissue that are strong enough to resist artillery shells,

In front of this weapon that comes from higher-dimensional technology, it is as fragile as paper.

The huge body of the violently charging wild bull corpse suddenly froze.

The madness and bloodthirstiness in its eyes froze instantly, and then a gray, dead aura began to spread from within.

"Pfft."

Yuuri Takishiro let go of his hand and let the "Star Piercer" dissipate into light spots in the sky.

The huge corpse of the wild bull seemed to have all its bones pulled out and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Its body, starting from its pierced head, quickly turned to sand and disintegrated.

Eventually, it turned into a pile of lifeless black dust, and disappeared completely from this world when blown by the wind.

Instant kill.

An absolute, overwhelming kill.

However, after completing this astonishing blow, Yuuri Takishiro's body finally reached its limit.

"puff--!"

He lowered his head suddenly, unable to hold back a mouthful of hot blood.

It gushed out wildly, staining the ground in front of him with a glaring crimson.

Then came the coughing so violent that it seemed as if all the internal organs were coughed out.

Every twitch made him feel that his life was slipping away faster.

"Rumble..."

At this moment, not far away, a heavy metal gate disguised as a garbage mountain made a heavy friction sound and slowly slid open to one side.

It is the entrance to the underground air-raid shelter.

Dozens of ragged, pale and skinny survivors were like moles that had seen the light.

They rushed out of the dark cave.

Their faces showed the ecstasy of surviving the disaster and greed for the outside world.

But when they saw the torn bodies outside the cave, their ecstasy quickly turned into horror and suspicion.

Soon, a fierce quarrel broke out in the crowd.

"It's you! You pushed me out!" A man pointed at another man with bloodshot eyes.

"Bullshit! It was you who stole my water first!"

"That's my son's life-saving medicine! You beasts!" An old woman collapsed on the ground, wailing loudly.

In the chaos, several people even wrestled with each other.

In order to fight for the last bit of food or supplies that may be left on the dead companions,

Completely disregarding the possible dangers around.

The ugliness of human nature is vividly displayed in the ruins of doomsday.

Yuuri Takishiro had seen this sad and chaotic scene too many times.

He raised his head wearily, trying to see the woman's reaction.

However, what he saw were a pair of eyes filled with endless sorrow and hatred.

The woman stumbled to a small corpse at the door of the air-raid shelter.

It was a child who looked no more than five or six years old, with a bloody hole on his chest that had long since dried up.

Apparently, he was accidentally killed by a desperate adult during the previous chaos.

“Ah…Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The woman let out a shrill wail that was not like a human voice. She held the child's cold body and trembled violently all over.

After a moment, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes filled with tears and hatred.

He locked his eyes on Yuuri Takishiro who was struggling to stand up.

"It's you!"

She rushed over like a mad female beast, and pushed Yuuri Takishiro hard on the chest with all her strength.

Yuuri Takishiro, who was already on the verge of collapse, was caught off guard by this push and fell directly onto the ground on his back.

The back of his head hit the hard gravel, causing his vision to go dark and he almost fainted.

"Why! Why did you come now?" The woman's voice was sharp and distorted.

The accusation was filled with blood and tears, "You promised! You promised to protect us!"

"My child... my child is dead! It's all because of you! You murderer!!"

Her accusations were like the most vicious curse, and every word turned into a sharp knife, piercing Yuuri Takishiro's heart.

He opened his mouth, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

The survivors around were stunned by this sudden change.

They stopped arguing and fighting, and all eyes were focused here.

They looked at the "hero" lying on the ground vomiting blood, then looked at the cold body of the child and the hysterical mother.

There was deathly silence in the crowd.

But in this silence, the expressions of some people began to change quietly.

Suspicion, fear, resentment...all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined and fermented on their numb faces.

Finally, it coalesced into something cold and dangerous, slowly aiming towards the lone figure lying on the ground.

The stone that symbolized betrayal and hatred exploded like a thunderclap in the silent crowd.

It is not the end, but the beginning.

"boom!"

Another one!

This time it was a hard lump covered in mud, whistling out from a corner.

It narrowly brushed past Yuuri Takishiro's ear.

It shattered on the broken wall not far behind him, leaving a dirty mark.

This seemed to completely ignite the powder keg that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Disaster! It's you! You've brought us such misfortune!"

A pale and skinny man rushed out from under the dilapidated eaves.

His eyes were red and he looked like a madman. He used all his strength to throw the rubble in his hand.

His voice was hoarse and full of despair.

"My fields have yielded nothing, and my children are crying with hunger, all because of you, this unlucky person!"

His roar was like a fuse, instantly setting off the entire street.

"Yes! And my husband!"

"He went off to hunt the monsters that appeared because of you, and he never came back! Return my husband's life!"

A woman with disheveled hair knelt on the ground, beating her chest and stamping her feet, wailing as shrill as a ghost.

"Liar! You promised to protect all of us, but what happened?"

"We can only hide in this ruin like rats, waiting to die in fear every day!"

"Your so-called hope is to make us live in this horrible state?"

A man with a broken arm pointed at Yuuri Takishiro with his remaining left hand.

Every word sounded like blood and hatred squeezed out from between teeth.

"Get out! You're not welcome here!"

"Kill him! Use his blood to commemorate our dead relatives!"

"Devil! Go back to your hell!"

The curses, wails, and curses were like a surging tide.

Sweeping in from all directions, it converges into a torrent of malice capable of tearing a person's soul apart.

More "weapons" were thrown out - stones, mud, moldy vegetable roots,

Some people even smashed out the only broken bowls and cans left in their homes.

For a moment, gravel and dirt flew everywhere, and evil words and spit were heard everywhere.

This road to hope was turned into a place of trial and execution by them in the most primitive and barbaric way.

However, Yuuri Takishiro, who is at the center of this storm, is like an unchanging mountain.

There was not the slightest disorder in his steps.

Neither fast nor slow.

He didn't even raise his hands to block, letting the filth pass by him.

His white robe was soon stained with dirt.

It's like ink spots splashed carelessly on a pure white canvas, appearing particularly dazzling.

But he is still clean and untainted by dust.

On that handsome, almost bewitching face, there was no anger, no sadness, not even the slightest hesitation.

His spine was straight, like a sword about to be unsheathed, its edge restrained, yet unstoppable.

His gaze was always fixed forward, penetrating the fog of hatred and landing on the distant and unknown end.

Those deep eyes are like an eternal cold pond.

Swallow up all the noise and malice, let them settle down without causing any ripples.

This impassable and invulnerable appearance further infuriated the residents who had already lost their minds.

Silence is the most arrogant contempt.

His disregard made them feel more humiliated and angry than any retort!

Their curses were like fists hitting cotton, all the force was dissolved into nothingness by the lonely figure walking forward.

Why?

Why are you still so steadfast when our world has collapsed?

In a corner, a man with a fierce light in his eyes stared at Yuuri Takishiro.

He saw that the stones and mud could not stop the man's footsteps at all, and the violent anger in his chest became more and more turbulent.

His eyes quickly swept across the mess on the ground.

Finally, it stopped at a piece of glass remaining on a broken window, flashing a sharp cold light.

Ordinary stones can't hurt him.

Then... use something sharper!

A low roar escaped the man's throat, and he bent down, his fingers turning white from the force of pinching.

The malice in the air quietly underwent a qualitative change at this moment.

The previous clamor was an expression of despair.

At this moment, a purer and more deadly murderous intent began to spread silently among the crowd.

The trial of language has ended, and the baptism of knife and blood is about to begin.