I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 91

Chapter 91
Do Not Delve Deeply into the Mental World of a Gag Resident

Schlorp.

Blood flowed from the hole in Lian’s clothes, covering the tear as if it were patching the fabric. The blood shimmered briefly before turning black, transforming into a cloth-like material.

Even the visible traces of the attack vanished. Without the blood at the corners of his mouth, it looked as if he had dodged the attack entirely.

“Ha, haha… My attack didn’t have any effect?”

Potensian, his face deathly pale, let out a hollow laugh, holding his face with fingers that had turned black at the tips.

“This can’t be… Something must be wrong!”

Potensian’s voice quivered, as if he were either sobbing or screaming in despair.

Just as Lian thought about making the first move, the cursed sword spoke urgently.

[Just because he stole our line doesn’t mean we should do the same!]

The cursed sword spouted a line about not stooping to the enemy’s level, something that seemed vaguely familiar, and repeated it twice more, pleased with itself.

As Lian listened to this chatter, Potensian, who had been floating in the air, called out in a low voice.

“Hamulina.”

The moment Potensian uttered Hamulina’s name, Hamulina emerged swiftly from his pocket.

[Are you sure you won’t regret this?]
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Though Hamulina was reduced to a mere fragment, he was still part of ‘Him.’ He already knew what Potensian wanted.

“I’d rather die as part of ‘Him’ than perish as a failure.”

[Heehee, good choice!]

A chilling voice echoed as Hamulina, who seemed ready to disperse at any moment, began to swell like dry cotton soaking up water. He grew large enough to easily engulf Potensian.

Hamulina’s form was like a sinister black mist or a strange flow of air. As he faced the now massive Hamulina, Potensian spoke, blood streaming from his nose and eyes.

“Ah… God!”

Crunch!

Those were Potensian’s last words.

Crack, squelch!

“Um, is it okay to just leave that be?”

[Heh, attacking someone while they’re transforming is the act of someone who doesn’t understand ‘romance.’]

Lian thought the cursed sword’s words sounded like the arrogance of the strong but didn’t bother to point it out.

Potensian’s blood spattered like rain, and the sound of something being devoured echoed ominously. Within less than a minute, Potensian vanished without a trace.

The black mist floating in the sky began to convulse wildly.

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[Aaaah.]

The sinister movement of the black mist accompanied by a strange voice, which sounded neither male nor female.

It was an eerie voice, difficult to describe precisely.

[Your servant offers a sacrifice!]

In a voice filled with ecstasy, Potensian’s tone was clear. At the same time, the black mist coalesced, forming a perfect shape.

‘Looks like a villain who’s awakened through corruption.’

Though he looked like Potensian, his clothes and aura had a corrupted feel.

[Ugh… Partner, should we try something like that too?]

‘What?’

[Never mind. To mimic that, we’d need to prepare a stage for corruption first—]

Ignoring the cursed sword’s mumbling, Lian watched Potensian, who raised his hands to the sky.
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‘Did he take too many hits and lose his mind?’

Creak, as if he heard that sound, Potensian’s face slowly turned toward Lian.

His face was… even more monstrous than before. Eyes on his chin, lips on his cheeks, and a tongue protruding from where his eyes should be. Only his nose remained in the correct place.

[I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer. I offer.]

A screeching noise, like nails on a chalkboard, echoed like thunder, and Potensian suddenly vanished from sight.

“…!”

Like when the spear stabbed his abdomen, by the time he realized, Potensian was right in front of him.

Chrrk!

A long vertical line appeared on Potensian’s face, splitting open horizontally. Dozens of eyes focused on Lian through the gap.

‘That,’ which could only be described as a monstrosity, lunged at Lian.

“Whoa?!”

It was as if a black hole in Lian’s head sucked Hamulina into his body. Startled, Lian stepped back, groping his head.

“What, what was that?”

Feeling his head to check if a hole had formed, all he felt was his soft hair.

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“Hey, Gargandoa, do I look different?”

[Hmm, nothing seems different. What was that attack? An attempt at a grand exit?]

“I guess…”
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That was the only explanation for the bizarre situation.

“Ah! That’s not important right now! Noah and the kids… huh?”

As he spoke, Lian noticed his vision blurring.

“Why is everything…?”

Thunk.

He thrust the cursed sword into the ground to keep from collapsing, but he felt like he could fall over at any moment.

[Why, why is this happening? Partner!]
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The cursed sword shouted urgently, fearing Lian might die like in the arena, but Lian couldn’t respond due to the chaos in his mind.

Thud, thud.

At that moment, urgent footsteps approached Lian.

“Lian!”

Noah, having barely sliced through the monsters Potensian had unleashed, sprinted towards Lian to save him. Seeing Lian in her sight, she screamed his name.

Thud.

Before Noah’s voice even reached him, Lian collapsed.

***

At that time, inside Lian’s mind, Hamulina.

[What’s this?]

Hamul was bewildered by the unexpected scene.

[Why is it completely empty?]

He hadn’t attacked Lian to make a ‘cool exit’ as the cursed sword suggested. Rather, the opposite.

By offering Potensian, a high-quality sacrifice, Hamulina had borrowed immense power from ‘Him.’

No matter how strong Lian’s mind was, it should have been like a firefly before the sun when faced with ‘His’ power.

Hamul planned to return the humiliation Lian had given him by destroying Lian’s mind, shattering his soul, and offering it to ‘Him.’

But—what should have been there was missing.

[Could it be he’s not human? A sophisticated golem?]

The mental world that should exist in a human was empty and filled only with darkness. As Hamul peered into the darkness, he shivered.

It was eerie.

The thought flashed through Hamul’s mind. He chuckled and shook his head. For him, who borrowed ‘His’ power, to feel eerie looking at a human’s empty mind was absurd.

[Is some of Potensian’s mind left?]

While grinding Potensian into pieces to offer to ‘Him,’ some of his fragments might have stayed in Hamul’s body.

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[Ha, if it’s come to this, I’ll have to blow him up from the inside.]

Using ‘His’ power, Hamul could influence Lian’s body as well as his mind. He began to draw out great power, black and sticky energy gathering in his hand.
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The mere sight of it would drive anyone mad. The terrible energy glowed softly at Hamul’s fingertips.

For reasons unknown, the surroundings turned gray.

Boom, crash!

As the energy left Hamul’s fingertips, a part of the black space lit up as if a torch had been thrown into a bottomless pit.
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Since there was nothing in Lian’s mental world, he intended to break through the mental barrier and attack his body. Hamul laughed arrogantly.

[Hehe, I wonder what his comrades’ faces will look like when I blow up his body and escape?]

Excited at the thought of devouring Lian’s despair-stricken comrades, Hamul shivered slightly.

[Once I get out, I’ll trap his soul and show him every bit of their slaughter—]

Just as Hamul mumbled about trapping Lian’s soul to show him his comrades’ brutal deaths,

Whoosh.

The fearsome attack that had been shooting forward like a storm was snuffed out like a candle before a gale when it encountered ‘something.’

[…?]

Hamul looked up at ▉.

▉ stared back at Hamul.

[Ah.]

The moment Hamul recognized ▉, everything was swallowed up. The body provided by ‘Him’ and even his mind that transcended dimensions—everything.

Only ▉ remained in the black mental world.

***

Pop! Boing!

“Do better, you damned birdbrain!”

The god of the gag world stomped on the white-eyed bird’s head with a foot clad in stockings while holding a game controller. The bird squawked loudly.

“Animal abuse, ouch!”

Seemingly having forgotten his divine duties, or having become a literal birdbrain, the god of the dark fantasy world dropped his game controller and cried tears like glass beads while screaming.

“Agh! I died… urk!”

The god of the gag world, annoyed at the game over screen, couldn’t stop a sudden burp.

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“Uh? What was that? I haven’t eaten anything though, meow?”

Smacking his lips at the unfamiliar taste, he tilted his head and grabbed the white-eyed bird trying to crawl away.

“Whatever! Next round, right away, meow!”

“Please spare meow..”

End of Chapter.