Kichu fought valiantly, pushing through the pain that coursed through his battered body. Injuries marred his skin, and blood oozed from various wounds.
"Where are you?" he called out, his voice strained. "Come straight," replied the disembodied voice.
With great effort, Kichu made his way into a hall. His eyes fell upon a sword glimmering atop a podium in the center of the room.
"Is that a sword? How can a sword talk?" he exclaimed, astonished.
"I am unlike any other, just like you. Now, let us forge a new history together," the sword responded. Slowly, Kichu approached and grasped the weapon.
Meanwhile, above the ground, Roco was fiercely battling two gods. The invisible one lay crumpled on the ground, unable to defend himself.
"Where is Kichu?" Roco shouted, beating again at the invisible figure. Suddenly, a collapsed building exploded in a crumbled way. Roco and the teleporter turned in shock to see Kichu standing there, sword in hand, his wounds mysteriously healed.
"How is he still alive?" the teleporter gasped, watching Kichu with wide eyes. In the blink of an eye, Kichu lunged, attempting to slice the teleporter's neck. The teleporter swiftly teleported away, conjuring stones, trees, and building parts to hurl at Kichu. But with a swift motion, Kichu cut through everything in his path and advanced toward him.
"You're going to die, you bastard," the teleporter snarled, gesturing menacingly with his hands.
"It seems you won't need those hands anymore," Kichu replied coldly, severing the teleporter's hand with a swift stroke. The teleporter stared in horror at his stump, letting out a blood-curdling scream. Kichu then turned his attention to Roco, slowly walking towards him.
"Why not just kill us?" the teleporter shouted, desperation creeping into his voice.
"Not yet. We’ll drag you before the villagers and expose the truth about the gods! Then we’ll finish you off, don’t worry," Kichu declared.
"Oh? Are you trying to play the hero? Which Earth are you from, kid?" the teleporter sneered.
"The fucked-up one," Kichu replied defiantly.
"The fucked-up one? Ha! That explains everything," the teleporter laughed mockingly.
"Don't even pretend to be human. I'm ashamed to share the same race as you," Kichu retorted. Roco quickly bound their hands and led them to the village.
The villagers gathered in the town square, confusion etched on their faces as Kichu and Roco threw their captives to the ground.
"Look who it is—your beloved god!" Kichu shouted at the villagers. They exchanged confused glances.
"Oh right, Anna, translate for them," Kichu instructed, and Anna began to relay his words.
"So, these are the gods you gave your wives and daughters to. Do you know what happened to them? They were brutally raped and left screaming in agony, while these monsters laughed. Aren't you ashamed? I’m more concerned about the men—how can you call yourselves men if you can't even protect your wives? How can you call yourselves fathers if you can't save your daughters? Oh! I forgot—gods said it was fine!" Kichu laughed bitterly. The villagers stood in stunned silence, shame washing over them.
"I understand the value of culture; I'm from a place where we take pride in our heritage. The price you paid for your culture and faith was the lives of innocent women. Faith isn’t something to be flaunted. And there will be No more victims of gods!" Kichu turned to the teleporter, placing the sword against his neck.
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Into The Reality
Science FictionA teenager living a normal life in this world realizes that there is more worlds other than his tiny earth . He goes through the universe lead by DEVILS. Would he save the universe? OR would he become one of the DEVILS?
