The overcast sky hung low above that house. Not because of the weather. But because something unseen… was accumulating. Cursed energy.
"...Hah?" Oggy stared at the small box in his hand. A box of chocolate. Neatly wrapped. Elegant. Almost too elegant for an ordinary gift. He lifted it slightly. A pause. Instinct. Something was wrong.
Technical Narration: In the world of cursed energy, objects that carry human emotions in high intensity—such as love, obsession, or greed—can become mediums for curse manifestation. The purer the emotion, the more stable the vessel. But the stronger the obsession… the more dangerous the result. And that chocolate—was not just chocolate.
KRRRK… A faint cracking sound came from behind the wall. Oggy froze. His eyes narrowed. "...They're already here, huh."
TARGET DETECTED: Joey — High speed, infiltration type. DeeDee — Large mass, unlimited consumption. Marky — Extreme reflexes, instant analysis. Classification: Low-Grade Curses—however… operating as a team. Threat level increases exponentially.
BAM!! The wall shattered. Joey shot forward like a bullet, heading straight for the chocolate box. "TOO SLOW." Oggy vanished.
BASIC TECHNIQUE: POSITION MANIPULATION His body appeared at the top of the stairs. He didn't actually teleport. He simply—reduced the enemy's reaction time to zero.
Joey crashed into the floor. CRASH!! "Ckckck—!" a disturbing little laugh echoed. Marky had already appeared on the stair railing. His eyes locked onto the box. Calculating. Analyzing.
Technical Narration: Marky does not attack directly. He gathers data. Within the first 0.3 seconds, he has: Measured distance Calculated fall angle Estimated Oggy's reaction time Conclusion: Frontal attack = failure. Solution = simultaneous disruption.
"...Ah." Oggy exhaled. "Three directions at once, huh."
BOOM!! The stairs exploded. Dust scattered. DeeDee emerged from below, carrying DYNAMITE.
SITUATIONAL ANALYSIS: Narrow area Many reflective surfaces (slippery floor, ceramic walls) Enemies using area pressure + distraction Conclusion: This is not a chase. This is—planned execution.
Oggy gave a faint smile. "Interesting."
FLASH!! His body spun. The chocolate box was thrown into the air—every eye followed. Fatal mistake.
TECHNIQUE: PERCEPTION DISTORTION Oggy shifts the opponent's focus. Within 0.1 seconds, their brains prioritize the most valuable object. And that—was not Oggy.
WHAM!! Joey was kicked into the wall. CRACK!! Marky was slammed into the ceiling. BOOM!! DeeDee was thrown along with his own dynamite.
Silence. Dust slowly settled. The chocolate box—fell back down. Right into Oggy's hand.
"...Finished."
Pause. One second. Two seconds.
KRRRRRKKK… That sound again. Louder. Closer.
Oggy looked down. His eyes widened slightly. "…Not finished, huh."
From the shadows—they rose. Without significant wounds. Without pain. Without hesitation.
Technical Narration: Low-level curses are usually fragile. However, in certain cases—if they share a single simple and absolute goal—their stability increases drastically. In this case: GOAL: STEAL THE CHOCOLATE No internal conflict. No hesitation. No fear. Only—pure obsession.
Marky smiled. Joey trembled with energy. DeeDee… stared at the chocolate, drool dripping.
"...I see now." Oggy lowered his stance. A dark aura began to emerge around him. "This isn't about strength."
BOOM!! All three attacked at once.
"It's about… who's more stubborn."
THE CHASE BEGINS. Stairs shattered. Walls cracked. The bathroom turned into a battlefield. Water burst out. Fire ignited. Explosions erupted—without end.
Tactile Narration: Every step is calculation. Every attack is an experiment. Every failure… is data.
But behind all that—there is one fact that does not change: Oggy protects. They take.
Second by second passed. Energy drained. The structure of the house collapsed.
And in the end— — …silence.
The chocolate box—was no longer in Oggy's hand.
CRUNCH. The sound of a bite.
In the corner of the room… DeeDee was eating the chocolate. Joey and Marky laughed.
Oggy stood still. Dust clung to his body. His eyes were empty.
"…I lost, huh."
Closing Narration: In a battle between technique and instinct… between calculation and obsession… The one who wins—is not the strongest. But the one with the simplest goal.
Final panel: Three cockroaches. One empty box. And Oggy—standing in the middle of the ruins.