Fighting desperately, even though he was the 'chosen one to end all terror', Natsuki was being beaten to an inch of his life with great ease. The damn Fishman wasn't withholding any punches: With each thrust of his trident, Natsuki barely managed to save his skin, and even that was impossible despite the massive debuffs that were being layered upon the monster from who knows where! As Natsuki retreated to catch his breath, wanting to ask for help, he saw Scaramond shooting his balls out, fighting a protracted battle against a swarm of aerial monsters, Vylara busy defending her dignity against a horde of Drewlins, their drooling mouths leering at the sight of a tightly fitted woman running around, showing her 6 abs glistening in the sun as she deftly avoided their lewd hands, disgust visible in her eyes...
Man I wish I were the one tou- I mean, how dare they put their grubby hands on her sexy- ehem, I mean, oh for the love off, fuck it-
"Hey, can someone help me here!?"
Screaming from the top of hisnlings, Natsuki tried calling for help, only to realise that no one was free enough to do so:
Scaramond was too busy in fighting the rats in the sky...
Vylara dodging every groping attempt by the Drewlins...
And the old man going poof in the middle of–
Wait where is the old man!? I swear he was here just a couple of secnds ago– Holybshit, me noggin!
Ducking for the umpteenth time, Natsuki kicked Nickler in the balls. Though his mind was far too gone due to the erosion from the eerie shadowy energy, Kyrkz couldn't help but clench his legs slightly from the faint. Seeing this chance, Natsuki swung his sword at the Fishman, wabting ti decapitate him and to end this madness once and for all.
But as Murphy's law says, as something that could go wrong, will go wrong
Gaining a sudden burst of energy from who knows where, Nickler radiated a black pulse of light, sending out poor young hero flying faster than a playboy finding out he's gotten someone pregnant. Coughing up the blood from his battered lungs, Natsuki finally realised he may have bitten off more than he can chew (Kid, this ain't BTTH, nor a Xuanhuan novel, where you can easily overcome people higher than you– A very disgruntled author). Shit, this may, really may, a hundred percent, may be my time. If I had any last words, it'd be:
Fuck you Ryuugasu, for stealing everything from me!
Ah well, at least I managed to be reincarnated into another workd, no matter how short or disastrous the road may have been...
And with that, Natsuki closed his eyes, amidst the belated cries of Vylara and Scaramond...
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Clink, clink, clink...
Spinning in the middle of the cosmos, the bright green gear spun ever so quickly, trying its best to give its owner enough energy to fight against the malevolent force battering it's creator. But it was of no use, for its owner was weak...
Pathetically weak
Realising that it was futile, it had decided that, as a final hail Mary, it would blow itself up, giving it's master it's final burst of energy needed to defeat his enemy...
Just as it was about to shatter its core, a soft, low voice was heard coming from far beyond...
I, being of solid heart and sound mind, do swear to give my all...