NOVEL NEXT Chapter 16.2
Stage 1-16. The Vessel Of Evil, The Vessel Of A King
To make Aliban’s (my) name resound across the world.
“Don’t think it’s over yet! I still have an ace up my sleeve!”
“!”
“Is that…!?”
“This is the Doping Elixir that’s been circulating underground… Hah!”
I snap the bottle’s neck and down it all in one gulp.
In that instant, my muscles roar to life.
“Uwooooooo…!”
My body swells to the point of bursting.
When I slam my hand against the wall, it cracks and breaks apart.
Hahaha… this is incredible…! I feel omnipotent right now.
“…………”
“Heh, what’s wrong? So scared you can’t even speak?”
“…No, it’s the opposite.”
The kid reaches for his collar and unbuttons one, or two buttons.
“I’m just too disappointed to even care.”
“…What!?”
“Let me teach you what real evil is. Come at me.”
“You cocky bastard…! You’ll regret that!”
This enormous power can destroy anything in its path.
“No technique can stand against overwhelming violence! Now die!”
I’ll crush you to pieces!
I launch a right straight punch at that irritating face.
“Kyaaa!?”
The force of my punch knocks the mage behind me off balance.
That’s how powerful it is.
If he takes this head-on, he’ll be reduced to a bloody pulp… or so I thought…
“You’re right. So, I’ll face your violence with violence of my own.”
“…What?”
My full-force punch was easily stopped.
With just one hand.
“—Listen. True evil means bringing despair to your opponent.”
“Hii!?”
Huh? What? Did… did I just scream?
That’s not all. I… took a step back.
My survival instincts were screaming at me.
They sensed the danger to my life.
“No matter the situation, you must overwhelm and crush anything that stands in your way. You’ve done the same, haven’t you?”
No matter how much strength I put in, my fist doesn’t budge.
“But all you’ve done is bully the weak.”
He pushes my fist back.
Even when I put my full weight into it, he twists it away with ease, and my stance crumbles.
“Relying on drugs like that… there’s no way you can match the strength born from true discipline and conviction.”
Finally, I’m forced to my knees.
Crushed by overwhelming power.
Ah… I see it now…
I was just a tiny king in a tiny kingdom… and this man…
“You don’t even deserve to call yourself evil. You’re a third-rate wannabe.”
This man is the one truly worthy of becoming a king…!
A shock runs through my cheek.
My first knockout in life… and strangely, it felt peaceful.