I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 90

Chapter 90
Attacking in the Middle of a Speech! How Cowardly!

The child was trembling in a bathroom stall. Lian hurriedly gathered the child and rushed outside. At that moment,

Boom!

Another loud explosion echoed.

“Just keep running straight! You’ll meet the others up ahead!”

“But I’m scared!”
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Despite the tears streaming down the child’s face, they began running forward as fast as they could. Too terrified to look around, they sprinted towards the group that had gone ahead. Lian, ensuring the child was safe, turned to face the forest shrouded in recognition-blocking magic.

Boom!

Listening to the sound once more, he stepped into the forest.

‘The explosions have been coming from the main building since earlier. Most of the kids are there due to the internal meeting today. I have to save them!’

Summoning the cursed sword in his mind, the back of his hand glowed a dark red. As a drop of blood fell from his hand to the ground, a red circle with a diameter of about 2 meters formed around him.

Rising from the circle, blood engulfed Lian, flowing downward. Once the blood had fully receded, Lian stood in a much more ornate uniform, holding the cursed sword.

The cursed sword exuded a dangerous red aura.
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[I’ve waited so long for this day… Ah, it has been such a long wait.]

For three years, the cursed sword had to endure a mundane life, moving back and forth between the annex and the main building, unable to enjoy its hobby of stylishly defeating enemies and earning respect.

It was thankful to have Lian’s blood; otherwise, the cursed sword would have gone berserk, seeking a new contract holder.

Now, finally able to express its long-restrained desires, the cursed sword had dressed up extravagantly.

‘…Why is it so flashy?’

Lian’s face twisted in discomfort as the cursed sword’s dramatic appearance reminded him of a protagonist from a tokusatsu show or a magical girl’s transformation sequence.

[No! It’s not enough! It needs to be both plain and flashy, simple yet dynamic! It’s missing that feeling!]

Lian gave up trying to understand the cursed sword’s grandiose talk and forced a stylish smile.

Boom!

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“…! Now’s not the time for this!”

Snapping back to reality at the sound of another explosion, Lian started sprinting towards the main building. Pushing off the ground lightly, his body shot forward at an incredible speed.

Leap!

“Whoa?!”

Caught off guard by the unexpected speed, he lost his balance but managed to grab a sturdy tree to prevent a fall.

“What, what is this?”

[Heh heh heh. This is all thanks to the incredible abilities of this body, Gargandoa!]

Boasting proudly, the cursed sword explained that the elegant uniform provided various buffs beyond its function as clothing.

Only after hearing that did Lian realize his senses were heightened several times over.

‘Ugh… It’s going to take some time to get used to this.’

Realizing he might roll across the ground if he moved without thinking, Lian lightly jumped in place and practiced moving forward and backward cautiously.

After repeating this a few times, he got somewhat used to the strength. Knowing time was of the essence, he immediately dashed into the forest.

Shhh.

A thick white fog began to settle around him. Holding a passage token allowed him to move straight ahead without getting lost.

With enhanced reflexes, he easily dodged trees that seemed to rush at him and made his way through the forest. When he was about halfway across,

“…!”

[Incoming!]

Understanding the cursed sword’s abrupt words, Lian stopped in his tracks. Someone was approaching through the thick white fog.

[Bloodthirst… it’s an enemy!]
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The cursed sword vibrated with excitement. The fog parted slightly, revealing a figure with striking sky-blue hair. The man with fierce eyes looked Lian up and down.

“Are you the boss?”

“Excuse me?”

Lian, caught off guard by the unexpected question, responded in a dazed voice. The man tossed and caught a passage token in his hand repeatedly as he spoke.

“The mastermind who destroyed the Leviathan organization and toyed with the underworld as if it were in the palm of his hand.”

“…?”

“The Slaughterer Lian, who even brought down the arena of the Four Heavenly Kings?”

“…??”

Having spent the past three years moving only between the annex and the main building and rarely going out, Lian couldn’t comprehend what the man was saying. Just as he was about to explain the misunderstanding, he remembered the information about the Leviathan organization.

‘Come to think of it, maybe I… did destroy them because of a gag filter…? But aside from that, all this information is wrong! Me, playing with the underworld? A mastermind?’

The absurd rumors made him chuckle.

‘Someone must have framed me or spread strange rumors.’

As confusion gave way to clarity, Lian’s mind settled. He was about to voice his thoughts when Potensian acted first.

“Well, it’s not really important.”

Potensian scratched his chin with a finger, revealing sharp teeth as he grinned. Then, he lowered his body and extended his right hand to the side.

Schwing.

Water surged from his palm like a wave, forming an aquamarine-colored spear.

[Hey! That’s copyright infringement!]

The cursed sword growled, using modern terms it had picked up from Lian’s blood.

[Hey! Even among cursed swords, there’s a code of honor!]

Hearing the cursed sword get angry over something odd made Lian feel more relaxed.
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‘Hmm, come to think of it, do I really need to be tense?’

Recalling the incident with the destruction of the Leviathan organization, any lingering tension dissipated. Potensian’s expression hardened as he noticed Lian’s relaxed demeanor.

“Heh, I’ll wipe that dumb look off your face!”

[Partner! We can’t lose either! Let’s say a cool line—]

Before the cursed sword could finish its sentence, Potensian lunged at Lian, slashing diagonally across his chest. Thanks to the buffs, Lian’s reflexes were heightened, and he parried the attack with a diagonal slash of his own.

Potensian was pushed back two steps by the unexpected strength.

[How rude! Attacking without letting your opponent finish their line!]

The cursed sword was furious, emitting a fearsome aura as Lian’s body moved on its own. Lian didn’t resist the sword’s movements.

As Lian assumed a proper stance, Potensian burst into laughter.

“Haha! Come on, let’s fight for real!”

Potensian charged with a fierce look.

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Gargandoa had slain thousands, perhaps tens of thousands—maybe even more. The more blood Gargandoa absorbed, the stronger he became, to the point where only the Dragon Lord could stop him.

Gargandoa had found an endless supply partner in Lian. The quality of the blood didn’t diminish despite the continuous supply. For over three years, he received vast quantities daily.
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Having consumed blood equivalent to hundreds or thousands of people each day, Gargandoa had grown so powerful that even the Dragon Lord would be no match.

“Huff, cough… Damn it!”

It was no surprise Potensian was rolling on the ground in a mess.

‘The gap is too wide.’

Potensian, coughing up blood, looked up at Lian. Unlike his own disheveled state, Lian stood tall and unscathed, underscoring the stark difference in their abilities.

Grind.

Potensian gritted his teeth, using his spear to push himself up.

‘Am I supposed to fall here? Me, who is destined to be a king?’

Potensian aimed to rise above the Four Heavenly Kings and serve the Demon King. Faced with the humiliating prospect of dying at a human’s hand, he couldn’t suppress his rage.

The whites of his eyes began to turn a dark red.

“Huff, huff… There’s no way I’ll fall here!”

As his words, filled with rage, continued, his aura began to change. A dark red energy stormed around him. The cursed sword clicked its tongue, looking at Potensian.

[He’s going berserk. Foolish idiot.]
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“Berserk?”

[It means his rage blinds him and his power goes berserk. He can use twice as much power, but… his mind and body will be completely ruined.]

Recognizing the familiar trope, Lian quickly grasped the situation.

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

[Even if he gets stronger, a bug is still a bug.]

The cursed sword’s arrogant words reassured Lian. He should have realized then: the cursed sword’s comment was a ‘trope.’

“I’ll kill you all!”

Roar!

Dark red energy erupted from Potensian’s body like a storm, causing his form to change grotesquely.

Demonic wings sprouted from his back, the skin below his eyes split to reveal two more eyes, and his forehead also split open, revealing a massive eye.

The swirling wind was so strong it dispersed the fog completely. The powerful demonic energy shattered the illusion magic array.

Narrowing his eyes, Lian looked up at Potensian.

“Oh.”
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An aquamarine-colored spear, silently flying, shimmered below his sternum. Too late, he realized.

Splurt!

In slow motion, the spear pierced his abdomen, protruding from his back. Staggering, Lian coughed up blood as Potensian burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! Don’t blame me—”

It’s your fault for being weak!

Before he could finish, Lian spoke in a calm voice.

“Cough, cough… Seriously… you ruined my clothes.”

“…!?”
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Pulling the spear handle nonchalantly, it came out easily. Potensian’s overconfident face turned pale.

“Im-impossible…”

In the world of gags, residents could split into a hundred pieces and still be alive the next day.

End of Chapter.