Incinerator Rampage
Quick! Do that to me too! That thing!
"Ah, ahh."
The mob girl was looking on with tremendous pity. Even that big weird phenomenon still didn't show any color to her. Were all weird phenomena like that?
"Gah..."
The bald guy let out a death rattle as his color faded away.
Huh?
His thick, greasy body shriveled up in an instant, like something had been sucked right out of it. His eyes, gleaming with rage, clouded over to a dull gray, just like the evaporating color. Black blood gushed from his nose and mouth. His legs, scrambling to flee, lost their way and staggered before crumbling into the ash on the floor.
The bald guy was dead.
The giant picked up his remains—which had turned into something like a deflated bag—with a pair of tongs and crammed them into the bag in his hand. Then he lumbered over with heavy thuds, grabbed the protagonist's discarded carry-on, and shoved that in too.
The mob girl, stiff with fear of the giant, walked forward with creaky steps.
Ah, come on. Just wait a sec. It was about to turn black.
Rustle rustle. Whoosh, clack.
Whoosh, clack. Whoosh, clack. Whoosh, clack.
I quickly unpacked the trash bag and tossed my handmade dice at the giant's head, which hadn't vanished yet. The flying sound, the impact on his skull—both were delightfully crisp.
Kihihi. Come on!
"Wh-what, what are you doing?"
The mob girl stared at me with wide eyes as I unpacked the trash bag and grabbed a handful of dice like popcorn, flinging them one after another. I tilted my head cutely at her adorable reaction.
What do you think? Reducing trash? And provoking him?
The giant lumbered toward me with heavy thuds. Once he popped out, he couldn't teleport like before anymore? What kind of mechanic was that? Could I do it too if I really wanted to? Eh, I'll practice later.
Splat, clack. Splat-splat, smack.
I scooped up a big handful with my hand and gently, endlessly pelted the monster's face with dice. I could probably kill it with this if I really tried, but it'd be boring.
Quick! Do that to me too! That thing!
The giant thudded right up in front of me. Ash from the floor swirled up, sticking to his body like soot. Then, in a dull, raspy metallic voice thick with gloom, he spoke to me.
"Illegal trash dumping. Over weight limit violation, non-standard bag violation, obstruction of enforcement, assault on staff. Total fine: skeleton 5kg. Confirmed. Process."
Woo! So fun! Just 5kg? Think that'll cut it? Kihihi.
The mob girl trembled pitifully, looking like she might cry. So pitiful! Her endless patheticness was endearing. I gave her another unilateral intimacy point.
Eh, I figured as much.
"Confirmed. Process."
Whatever. He couldn't even touch my magic barrier. What was he even doing? No effect at all—I had no idea how to react.
"Confirmed. Process."
Like a lab rat robot tangled in a maze, the giant kept looping the same action. Broken?
After repeating for a while, the giant stopped talking. Then he swung down the massive tongs in his hand.
Ugh, boring. Too slow.
I giggled, gripped my magic wand, and countered.
A heavy crunch mixed with metallic clang echoed out. Interesting texture. Sorry? If you'd been a bit cleaner, I might've gone bare-handed. Can't even play with blades, huh. As expected from a shit game—no parry satisfaction at all. Should've blocked with dice?
The giant stared puzzled at his vanished forearm along with the tongs. Ash poured from the stump like blood, scattering into the sticky air.
Things that are broken get fixed by hitting them, right?
Mushy sand burst from my swung magic wand. The giant's body exploded, black soot spraying into the air. His shattered bulk slammed pitifully into the ash-covered floor.
Ah, broke it. Sorry?
"Beep-. Hostility toward staff confirmed. All waiting staff, please proceed to row 34, last seat. Beep-."
Oh! It's getting exciting! I knew it!
I cheerfully gazed at the giant's broken corpse under the red sky, waiting.
The mob girl, creaking along, let out an "Eh? Eh?" but kept steadily walking.
Soon, giants popped up one after another between the lines of bag monsters. They all shared weird proportions, bags, and surreal tongs as weapons. Subtle individual quirks, though—some muscular, some feminine, some skinny with long arms.
I was holding a trash bag and magic wand too, so kinda similar? But even through those gas masks, you could feel the ugliness. I'm an ultra-beauty! Kihihi.
Unfortunately, the full bag monsters showed no aggression even here. If they'd all rushed me, it'd be the familiar fun setup! Well, force it!
I lightly kicked off and swung my magic wand. Ignoring all logic, a wide swath of bag monsters scattered like fallen leaves.
Aah, tons of mobs mixed perfectly with armed clones. This is peak hikikomori bliss! The grand sight of enemies swarming in nearly brought tears of emotion to my eyes!
I kept checking on the trembling, sneaky-crawling mob girl as I moved—sort of a handicap, like an escort mission. Normally, the target moves at that weird pace anyway.
I crafted Magical Girl Baek Yeha's moves one by one. Light attack: up to 9-hit combo? I swung the wand a few times, repeating the exact motion precisely. Occasionally mixed in heavy attacks, blasting the soot-covered floor and enemies in refreshing explosions. No tiny debris left in the craters.
A bit lacking in extras, but still, it felt like gaming after so long. Thanks, weird phenomenon! Feels like full-dive VR!
Cheat character Magical Girl Baek Yeha—with her unreasonable motions and attack ranges—crushed hordes of foes. Kihihi.
Even the armed clones turned to ash in one hit. Luckily, one clone gone meant two popped up; two gone, three appeared. But no matter how many clones spawned, they got swept away just like the mob bag monsters.
I mimicked game skills too. Mana leaking from un-touching long strikes converted to destructive power, scrambling and devastating wide spaces.
How about a chant spell here? No UI, so who knows. Status window! Status window! Guess Taechang ran away ages ago. Tch, heartless guy.
Actually, I could chant anytime, but gotta hold back or the mob girl might get swept up. Suppressing my chant magic cravings, I happily pulverized the weird phenomena.
No mental high like killing monsters, but the refreshment of mowing down masses was there. Maybe 'cause they resembled filthy humans? Fun watching them tear apart mid-air.
Aah, fun times fly by, huh.
By the time ~80% of the area was reduced to a handful of powder, turning it into a familiar battlefield wasteland, no more giants came. Couldn't last 5 minutes at best. Only 12 left. They froze like they had emotions, not approaching.
I shouldered my magic wand and eyed the giants coldly with my serene white-sea eyes.
"Beep-. We apologize to customers inconvenienced by our service. You may proceed freely. If you have further complaints, a comfortable discussion space awaits after business concludes. All staff, withdraw to waiting area immediately. Beep-."
Huh? Where's my boss fight? Isn't the building supposed to turn into a giant monster now?
No boss even after waiting. Instead, the giants vanished quickly, looking relieved. Boring. The one wanting to talk must be the boss? Guess I'll fight that.
Kihihi.
Under the pitch-black red sky, the barren landscape hung in silence. Amid it, the unscattered bag monsters trudged on silently. Their grand march felt like a mouthful of missing teeth now, but my mood was great.
Plus, our cute mob girl was sweating buckets but walking fine. I held back a lot during the fight to avoid any debris hitting her. She was too busy staring at the ground to notice, though.
Never liked escort missions before, but now they're decent fun. Anyway, I spotted a bag the giant had dropped rolling around, so I dumped my trash in it appropriately. Gotta match the weight. Bye-bye, dice babies. Be happy in that black floor.
I floated my magic wand again, telekinetically grabbed a bag monster, and undid the knot like the mob girl did. Stuffed it with contents at random. She said do whatever, so whatever it is. Kihihi.
I approached the mob girl with light, peppy steps. Yo, long time no see. Unilateral intimacy greeting in my heart. She'd get it!
"Eek!"
The mob girl started trembling like she'd seen me for the first time. Why? Whatever scared her now, she clutched her bag, bowed her head, and ignored me. Yet she kept inching forward at caterpillar speed.
Escort mission's over. Aren't we friends? Huh? Aren't we? Huh? Why not? Huh?