Monkey Man shouted childishly, clapping his hands above his head. "Hunh… you are right, you are right. Weak people have no power, and that is why the strong rule them. That is why the weak always shout, while the strong suck them dry silently. But seeing you, I feel that you are weak and that is why you are shouting."
A sudden flash of anger passed through the commander's smile.
Hearing those words, the commander laughed evilly. He placed his hand over his face and slowly dragged it down. His eyes began turning red, and a dreadful aura started leaking from his body. Even the nearby atmosphere seemed to collide with crimson light, the pressure growing heavier than before.
As the commander laughed, sparks of red lightning began crawling across his hand and body.
"Weak?" he said slowly. "What did you say? I am not weak. You've been mumbling nonsense from the start… Are you the weak one, perhaps?"
The Monkey Man tilted his head and grinned.
"Weak? Might be possible," he said casually. "But still stronger than your dick that fucked a goat not some days ago on its ass. Hahaha…"
The commander inhaled deeply, his veins pulsing beneath the skin.
"You know," he said coldly, "from the day I came here, you have been getting on my nerves. What are you really? An infant born from a pussy I fucked… hahaha…"
The Monkey Man laughed again, closing his eyes as if the insult amused him greatly.
"Hear this," he said lazily. "When I was born, you didn't even exist. Ahh… no, no. You did exist, as a king's soldier, just like now. But from then until now… this is our third meeting."
"Third?" the commander sneered. "I don't remember talking to my son like that. So what is your real identity? A spy? An astrologer? A whore-hole cleaner? Or just another shit-eating creature?"
"Hahaha… you are really foolish." The Monkey Man laughed loudly, the sound echoing against the stone walls like mockery made flesh.
"I have told you countless times," he continued lazily, spreading his arms as if embracing the entire world, "I am just a traveller of this little world. Just like you, him, and everyone else. Roaming here and there is my only work. If I were not strong, how do you think I would walk on these two legs and wander wherever I please?"
The commander snorted, his lips curling with disdain.
"So," he said with a crooked grin, "you are strong by legs, sharp by tongue, and the rest of your parts are disabled. Hunh…"
Several soldiers nearby chuckled nervously, glancing between the two men as if watching a beast circle another beast.
The Monkey Man tilted his head thoughtfully.
"Hmm," he murmured. "I barely use them, so they might indeed be disabled. I don't have a hobby like pushing and pulling things endlessly like you do… or spreading legs for others… or creating more bastards like you do."
He scratched his cheek as if genuinely pondering it.
"I am just a traveller."
The wind moved faintly through the ruined courtyard, carrying dust across the cracked ground.
"But what do you gain by knowing this?" the Monkey Man continued calmly. "Just like you saw two months ago… it's only the beginning. New ones will come. The old ones will be replaced."
His gaze suddenly sharpened, the playful smile fading for a heartbeat.
"Like you," he said quietly. "You are going to be replaced soon."
For a moment, the world seemed to pause.
Then he stared into the distance and murmured almost to himself—
"Existence… obliterated…"
The commander stared at him for a moment. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter.
This time, however, the laughter was controlled, restrained. The rage boiling beneath his skin had not disappeared. He turned away and walked toward his soldiers. His boots struck the stone with heavy, deliberate steps.
Stopping beside one of them, he placed a heavy hand on the soldier's shoulder.
"Look," the commander said loudly, pointing back toward the Monkey Man. "This madman is saying he will replace me."
He leaned closer to the soldier.
"Tell me… can he replace me?"
The soldier stiffened instantly.
"No, sir."
The commander nodded slowly.
"And what happens to those who speak badly about me?"
The soldier swallowed.
"Either they are hanged by rope… or cut down by the kharga, sir."
"Hahahaha!" The commander clapped his hands once. "You are right."
Then he tilted his head slightly.
"So why didn't you do it?"
The soldier's face turned pale.
"Y-you ordered us not to do anything… that you would - "
"Stop, stop." The commander waved his hand lazily. "I get it."
He turned away from the soldiers and walked back toward the Monkey Man, his cloak dragging slightly across the dusty ground.
"See," he said proudly, spreading his arms, "I am the king's third hand."
His voice grew heavier, filled with arrogance.
"Do you know how much effort I had to pull to reach that position? Do you even understand what that means… cockroach?"
The other soldiers burst into laughter immediately after hearing their commander laugh.
But the Monkey Man laughed even louder than all of them.
"Mean… dick," he said between laughs. "Ahahahah… what a great example of yourself!"
He wiped imaginary tears from the corner of his eye.
"That thing only works in dirty places… just like you."
He pointed lazily at the commander.
"Raping whores… putting it behind the ass of goats… honestly, what better example could exist?"
The Monkey Man's laughter rang out again, carefree and mocking, echoing across the silent battlefield like thunder.
And for a moment, the soldiers felt something strange,
The commander's aura was suffocating…
But the Monkey Man looked completely relaxed.
Even the soldiers were shocked to hear those words. But this time, nobody laughed except the Monkey Man. The courtyard fell into an uneasy silence, thick and suffocating. Even the commander, who had laughed earlier, now stood there fuming with anger, his jaw trembling.
The Monkey Man waved a hand dismissively.
"Leave it," he said. "Your small-penis brain will not understand. That is why soldiers like you are here."
He leaned back slightly, looking almost bored.
"See, I am the knowledgeable person here. When I first heard about this place, I ran away from this cursed land immediately… but I had to come back again to help him. What a headache."
He sighed dramatically.
"But seeing you now, you only want to bring destruction. Then wait. It will come for you too. Just wait a moment."
He tilted his head and added with a mocking smile,
"For now, you should do what you were thinking of doing… king's dick."
The moment those words left his mouth, blood began dripping from the commander's clenched fist. His nails had dug so deeply into his palm that the flesh split open.
The commander suddenly shouted, half in rage and half in a twisted amusement.
"Indeed… I am a dick!"
His voice cracked as he turned his head away.
Tears began to flow from his eyes, though whether from fury or humiliation no one could tell.
"With a brain like dung… what should I do now?" he muttered bitterly. "If I go and ask the king, I will not be allowed to live. Should I run away like you did… or perhaps kill you to shut your mouth forever?"
The Monkey Man shrugged as if the question meant nothing.
"Killing me? That would be impossible," he said casually.
Then he glanced toward the soldiers.
"Run away. This is a good time. All of you… run with him."
The commander stared at him.
"Then what about you?"
For a moment, the Monkey Man looked toward the distant horizon. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if watching something that had not yet arrived.
Then he smiled.
"I will stay here," he said calmly. "To see it… to see some real destruction."
With that, he casually sat down on it, as if he were merely watching a street performance.
The commander watched him carefully, then turned toward the soldiers.
"Let's go. All of you."
The soldiers had been silent from the very beginning. None of them dared speak as the commander issued the order.
But the moment he said it...
The suffocating presence that had weighed down the air suddenly vanished.
Some soldiers gasped loudly, sucking in deep breaths as if they had been drowning moments before. A few even collapsed onto their knees, trembling.
One soldier whispered shakily,
"Is he really going to digest that humiliation?"
Another soldier answered in a low voice,
"Have you ever seen that happen before?"
A third soldier muttered nervously,
"Hey… look at his face carefully."
At that moment, the soldier who had gone to fetch the kharga began walking back toward them.
But as he approached, his steps slowed.
His legs started shaking uncontrollably.
His eyes widened as he stared at the commander's face.
The colour drained from his skin.
The other soldiers noticed immediately.
And in that instant a question lingered in every soldier's mind:
Why was the commander telling them to go back?
The commander was already walking away into the darkness. Moonlight fell faintly on his back, outlining his tall frame, but his face remained hidden in shadow. Only a faint glimmer of liquid on his cheek caught the light.
Tears… or something darker.
None of them dared speak.
After a moment, one soldier slowly stepped forward from the group. His boots scraped against the stone as he approached cautiously.
When he finally saw the commander's face—
He froze.
The commander's face was burning with rage. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, darker than blood itself. Veins pulsed violently along his temples. Blood was literally flowing from the corners of his eyes like thin red tears.
His fist had already turned into a bloody mess from how tightly he had been clenching it.
The soldier instinctively stopped.
Then he slowly stepped back.
The others saw his reaction and immediately stopped approaching as well. None of them dared move any closer.
A silent decision passed among them.
Instead of approaching the commander, they turned slightly and began moving toward the lower path of the ruins.
Then suddenly,
From behind them came a loud, mocking laugh.
The soldiers turned instantly.
The madman, the Monkey Man, was standing on the rock again, silhouetted against the pale sky. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted something toward them, mocking them again like slaves being dismissed.
Before anyone could react,
WHOOSH!
A violent sound sliced through the air.
Something rushed past the soldiers so fast that they barely saw it.
They turned around.
The commander was already there.
He stood behind them, gripping the handle of a kharga.
But the soldier who had been bringing that kharga moments earlier—
His head was gone.
For a second, nobody understood what had happened.
Then —
Blood erupted upward like a fountain from the headless neck. The spray soaked the blade of the kharga, dripping down its curved edge.
Without even turning their heads, the soldiers understood what had come for them.
And what was coming next.
The commander lifted the severed head in one hand. The face was still frozen in shock, the eyes wide and unblinking.
The commander laughed.
"How dare you be so slow?" he shouted angrily. "For this reason I have been humiliated by that whore's son!"
He hurled the head aside like garbage.
"And those bastards were watching it nicely as their entertainment!"
His voice dropped into something colder.
"Today… none of you will leave alive."
Panic exploded among the soldiers.
Chaos bloomed instantly.
They knew the truth.
If they tried to run -
They would be killed.
If they stayed -
They would also die.
The commander slowly raised the blood-soaked kharga and pointed it toward them.
"Is there anyone who wants to try?" he asked.
No one answered.
The soldiers stood frozen, their hands trembling on their weapons. The commander laughed again, blood splattering from the corner of his mouth.
"Slow people die early, aren't they?" he sneered. "Are you all cowards?"
Still no response came. The silence only made the commander's smile wider.
"I understand now," he said slowly. "You are all cowards… or better to say, you are simply reaping what others have sown."
His voice grew louder.
"A bunch of cowards!"
He raised the kharga high.
"Hear this clearly!"
"Cowards have no place here!"
"Death is the only mercy for them!"
His eyes burned as he glared at the entire group.
"And that includes all of you… who stood there doing nothing while that bastard insulted me again and again."
The blade tilted downward toward them.
"So your punishment will be the same as his."
A cold pause fell across the ruined courtyard.
"Death."
TBC...