(Nether King’s Side)
A mysterious voice spoke.
“…Hoh. It seems something quite tremendous is about to be unleashed for the first time in a long while.”
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(Vibration sound)
The surface of the Southwest Prison Domain, and even the air itself, has begun to vibrate violently.
From deep within my lower abdomen, an ominous force is rapidly rising. It’s approaching.
Closer.
It’s getting closer and closer!
“…Here it is!”
So I hadn’t been wrong about the activation method! Probably!
At this moment, I was about to unleash what might be the most evil fart in my entire life.
Uhm…Is my underwear going to be okay?
“You fool… I cannot allow that technique to be released!”
“Too late!!”
My lower body and sphincter resonated as one, gathering all intent into a single catastrophic release.
Take this!
My ultimate forbidden technique—
Gate of Hell!!
PFFFSSSHHHH…
…It was just a silent one.
“…Huh? Nothing happened?”
“Ah—stop playing games! You’ll die with that ridiculous pose—!!”
For a split second, I thought I saw the Rakshasa, who had been rapidly approaching me with the force to take my life, suddenly stop.
Yes, just for a split second.
Why was it only visible for a fleeting moment?
It was because my vision was taken away. By something that had appeared without warning.
A real, massive gate.
| > It actually came out LMAO > It’s huge!! > That’s the gate of hell?? > No way…. that was the correct activation method? lol > Why is the backside view so unclear? > Open the camera angle already!! > Rakshasa is frozen in shock lol > Wait… what is that smell?? > That ＊, I think that looks like that one LOL > Don’t tell me that shape is— |
Even as the camera shifted, only the chat remained visible like an overlay in midair.
This streaming system really is beyond me.
Anyway… Correct or not, the Gate of Hell—my unique Demon King skill—had clearly activated.
The trembling of air and ground had stopped. The gate towered so high I couldn’t even see its top. I pulled my buried legs free and cautiously peeked from behind it.
Rakshasa was visibly sweating, shaken.
“…HAAAAAAAAAA!!”
He powered up. His red-purple aura clashed with the blue-white distortion of the domain, creating a violent contrast.
He’s definitely serious now.
“This is MY domain!! Not the Nether King’s garden!! Even the Gate of Hell—despite its absolute decay field—cannot… KUUUUURGH, IT STINKS!!”
I couldn’t see the front clearly, but something was definitely happening.
Chat, what’s going on?
| > LOL His face is twitching > Is it already active?? > Feels like it’s leaking… > The smell must be insane > Rakshasa is suffering LMAO > What is this apocalypse… > Why is the old man fine?? > Don’t let your guard down!! |
Apparently, something like a “decay wind” had been unleashed. A foul, oppressive pressure filled the domain.
And there he was—
Rakshasa, now completely pale, standing still as the invisible wave battered him. Impressive that he was still standing, honestly.
But… yeah.
That was probably—
just a fart.
“…”
Well then. If that’s the case, I guess I should just finish this.
“Cremation!”
I casually reached one hand out from behind the gate and fired my usual technique.
This time, he should be weakened—
…Hm?
A high-pitched KIIIIIIIN sound echoed from Rakshasa’s direction.
That’s strange.
Cremation doesn’t make that kind of noise.
Wait a second…
Oh right.
| > DON’T USE FIRE THERE!!! |
Right. Gas is… flammable.
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com
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