Path of Consecutive Wins (4)
Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light? That line comes from a famous Earth manga that's been running for over two thousand chapters.
The series was so popular they even released a fighting game based on it. I've piloted the character who throws those light-speed kicks, and I've taken them too.
"Guh...!"
But this hurt a hell of a lot worse! The optical weapon seared through leather and bone, boiling blood into steam. The agony was enough to make me want to black out on the spot, yet I clenched my teeth and endured.
Ah—my lips and jaw muscles were shredded, so I couldn't even clench properly. Still, I held on with that same stubborn will.
My vocal cords had fused shut; speech was impossible, and even breathing felt like a lost cause. While I desperately waited for the attack to end, I repeated a single word over and over.
Self-Healing. Self-Healing.
The cycle of flesh regenerating only to burn again was pure nightmare fuel. My body, betraying my will, tried to bite through its own tongue and end it—only for Self-Healing to knit it back together.
At last the laser cut off. The pain still screamed through me, but two more casts of Self-Healing coaxed fresh skin into place.
Phantom aches lingered, yet my five senses slowly returned.
First, sight. A black scorched road stretched in a perfect line between me and the robot, which was cooling its overheated barrel.
"Khahahah??"
Next, hearing. I registered the robot's flustered voice, then confirmed that—unlike my ash-heap of leather armor—the bronze ring and Growth Gold Bracelet still sat snug on my arm and fingers.
"A better first-aid kit than Madecassol. That would be Self-Healing."
Finally I cast Self-Healing once more and restored my body completely. Three uses left, huh? Worse shape than when I fought Cheonsol.
"Yohan! Are you okay?"
"Mad Demon! There is no need to force yourself! Even should you fall, this lady shall avenge you!"
*Beep-boop.* Surprise data acquired. Durability exceeds human parameters.
The coaching bench erupted in noise. Among it, Sophia's voice cut through clearest.
"It overheated from using too powerful a weapon! Finish it while you can!"
"Hoh."
Just as Sophia said, the robot stood utterly still.
"Khahahahahah!"
It only auto-played its laugh track like a broken recorder. I shuffled forward like a rehab patient, reading its condition.
Sand had swallowed it up to the ankles. The Colosseum floor was simply too soft to bear a multi-ton mechanic's weight.
That was why it still stood exactly where the battle began. The machine gun that had been spitting bullets nonstop now spun idly like a computer cooler, while the cherry-red optical weapon radiated heat even from this distance.
"Ahh. I get it now. Your level. You used a finisher."
The exact kind that shows up in fighting games all the time. Land it and you shred more than half the opponent's health bar; miss, and you eat the full risk yourself.
I hadn't dodged, but I'd tanked it with that broken skill Self-Healing. Robot's turn over—my turn to deliver judgment!
"Ore no turn! I switch Long Sword to Attack Position!"
I clenched a fist hard. Huh? Why a fist? Where the hell did my Long Sword go?
"Yohan... the Long Sword shattered. You can't use it this battle..."
"Ah."
So I had to smash this machine bare-handed? This thing hot enough to melt skin on contact?
*Beep-boop.* Weapon destroyed. Human combat capability nullified.
"Khahahahahah!!"
The AI deity and its robot got cocky, deciding they'd already won. I hadn't even given up—why the premature celebration?
"You never know until you measure long against short."
I charged the robot. The moment I closed to face-plant range I roared and threw a punch.
"Impregnating!"
Inanimate objects cannot be impregnated.
Same-sex impregnation is impossible.
I don't want same-sex either! I'm not a machine-fucker! But you could at least give me the physical buff, right?
"Fuck."
Clang.
Sizzle.
Punching solid metal sent pain lancing through my bones like they were about to snap. The superheated plate branded a burn into the skin that touched it.
"So Impregnating had a weakness like that..."
Cheonsol, who'd been hit by the secret skill twice before, muttered under her breath. Same thought here. Never expected an S-rank skill to pull a betrayal.
"Mechanics really fucking cross the line."
How was a naked human supposed to beat this? If I'd awakened magic I might have a shot. Sitting lotus-style and meditating here would just get me shot full of holes and dead.
Vwooom—
"Khahahahahah!!!"
While I fretted, the robot swung an arm. I darted between its legs like a rat, throwing kicks and punches, but nothing landed for effect.
Dodging only burned my stamina. The fist that had hammered metal a dozen times was already swelling.
Fewer burns this time—which meant the robot was cooling down. Not good news at all.
How the hell do I win this?
"Yohan! Trust in Iron Man! Keep hammering one spot!"
"My master's words are true! Against a sturdy foe one must focus on a single point and pierce through!"
"Khahahahahah!"
"Shit! All-in even if I can't eat! No other play left!"
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
I unleashed a barrage of punches on the joint of the robot, now buried to the calves.
"Pork Cutlet Punch! Pork Cutlet Punch!"
Not dozens per second, but still a solid few hits!
Human. Futile. Surrender recommended.
"What do you mean futile?!"
The joint was denting, little by little. Hope! Bone-breaking pain flooded in, yet I kept throwing fists—until that instant.
"Khahahah!"
The robot swept an arm up between its own legs. I slipped the blow and went for the joint again, only to hear something ominous from the booster pack on its back.
RB-01. Leap protocol engaged.
The robot vibrated like a phone on silent. The second flames jetted from the booster pack I leapt and latched onto its arm.
Whoooosh
Booster fire scorched the ground. Yeah—if I'd stayed put I'd be a nice golden roast right now.
"Khahahah!!"
The robot cackled and flailed its arm wildly. Fall here and it was fractures at best, fatal drop at worst! Still clinging to the searing arm, I spotted the machine gun that had finally stopped spinning idle.
"Found it."
The path to victory!
I clawed my way toward the muzzle, fighting the savage wind pressure and the robot's attempts to shake me off.
"Yohan, no! Don't fall!!"
"Put forth more strength!"
Big-Tits Goddess and Cheonsol's cheers punched through the eardrum-bursting wind. I'll answer those expectations!
"Impregnating!"
Invalid target.
"A man puts his cock in a hole and fucks to impregnate a woman. And look here—I've got a hole and a cock."
My clothes had burned away ages ago. I stuffed my dangling dick into one of the machine-gun barrels.
Impossible if I'd been hard, but soft state made it doable.
"Yohan, have you lost it?"
"Madness... true madness... Lan-lan-i. Albata. Avert your eyes. Such a sight must never be witnessed."
Computational error. Human behavioral principle analysis failed. Abnormal sexual desire data downloading. Machine-fucker. Data collection complete.
Red messages flooded my vision. The robot's booster pack cut out and landing shock slammed through me, yet I clung on for dear life and kept thrusting into the barrel.
"Hahaha! Nice and warm—perfect fit! You're not RB-01 anymore. You're Robot-Onahole!"
The instant I declared it, messages bloomed.
Creating subordinate skill to resolve error.
Analyzing Impregnating owner's psychology and actions.
Creating skill: Rape.
Inappropriate skill name detected.
Analyzing Impregnating owner's habitual speech to search for suitable designation.
Skill name changed to Fire Truck Game.
I checked the skill right away.
Amplifies physical capabilities by 4× when attempting to assault a target.
Raises physical capabilities by 3× when in danger of being assaulted.
* When voluntarily activating the skill, genital contact with the target is mandatory. Canceling without contact triggers backlash.
* Effect duration: 5 minutes 30 seconds (average time until male ejaculation).
The skill I'd been waiting for forever. Honestly I'd wanted Impregnating to trigger, but a brand-new A-rank was even better.
Lower rank meant a smaller buff, yet it was more than enough to break this stalemate.
"Hey, Shinpago. Ever heard of Fire Truck Game?"
"Yohan! Stop it! You've really gone insane!"
"This is conduct unfit for the children's education! Cease and seek another method!"
Madness data collected.
Sophia and Cheonsol recoiled and tried to stop me, but how could mere women grasp a true man's resolve?
Strength flooded back into muscles exhausted from clinging to the machine gun. Grip force multiplied several times over crushed metal as I locked onto the robot.
"The me of now is four times stronger than the me of a moment ago."
"Khahahahahahah!!"
The robot flailed its arms. Wind pressure and gravity remained, yet the multiplied strength let me stay glued to it.
More than that—I let go entirely and stood tall atop the robot's arm. Back when the laser hit me I thought I'd been struck at light speed, right?
"Ready to become a pile of scrap?"
You robot-onahole bastard. Time for payback.