Volume 2 Chapter 53 Don't Anger Omega-sama... Got it？
30 minutes later...
'Please kill me, please kill me, please kill me, please kill me, please kill me, please kill me......'
Prototype No. 100 modified was trembling, muttering the same desperate plea over and over.
He had lost all sense of self-preservation. The only thing keeping him going was sheer horror.
Meanwhile, Takeru, Ochi, and Yurihime stood in front of him, watching.
And the viewers?
They had spent the past half hour watching Takeru play the "Grow Limbs, Cut Limbs" game like a sadistic science experiment.
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: Uh... Omega-sama... maybe that's enough...?
: Look, even Prototype No. 100 modified is begging. Maybe we should wrap it up?
: Yeah, yeah... besides, his regeneration is clearly slowing down. So, shouldn't we...?
: Eh? Nah, let him keep going!
: ...Elena-chan went quiet for a sec.
: Elena-tan, down! Bad girl!
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Even Takeru was trying to stop himself.
......Except for one God of Trap.
"Oh, Omega... enough, enough! For our sake... you don't have to go this far...!"
"Yes, yes, Omega-sama! It's... it's enough! We get it, we understand what you've done for us!"
Ochi and Yurihime, who had been watching Takeru hand out the most personal revenge package in history, finally spoke up.
And then—
"Eh? Ah, ah... I see. So this is for the two of them."
Takeru blinked.
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: LOL PRETEXT
: LOOOL PRETEXT
: My dude forgot why he was punishing him and just kept going lmaooo
: The fact that he forgot just proves most of this was pure venting
: ↑ Exactly! Yeah, yeah, part of it was "for the two of them," sure, but let's be real, Prototype No. 100 modified was just that insufferable.
: As a hardcore member of the "Overpopulated Dungeon Tsukkomi Squad" fandom, I felt this.
: True. Also, lowkey getting "Good, keep it up!" vibes.
: Good! More!
: Hey, maybe pipe down a little?
: Elena-tan, hush!
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"Ah, my bad. But... personally, I'm not done yet."
""... Huh?""
"Because I have to make them understand... Those who treat humans like creepy bugs even though they're just monsters (smile)."
""Hiiiii!?""
Takeru turned and grinned at Ochi and Yurihime.
A broad, cheerful smile.
The kind of smile you give right before you do something truly unhinged.
And yet—behind that smile, there was an unmistakable rage.
Ochi and Yurihime gulped.
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: I want to protect that smile.
: Terrifying...
: Heee...
: Hiiie...
: For Omega-sama, watching Prototype No. 100 modified toy with Ochi-san and Yurihime must have been pure rage fuel.
: Honestly? Omega-sama is the sane one here.
: If he wasn't here, we'd be watching Ochi and Yurihime get massacred instead.
: Yeah, true.
: Absolutely! I still vividly remember when Prototype No. 100 modified mercilessly cut off Rinna-chan's arm! Honestly, this punishment? Absolute chef's kiss.
: Yep. Before Omega-sama arrived, Prototype No. 100 modified was straight-up bullying Ochi and Yurihime.
: I remember exactly what he did to them... Nope. No sympathy.
: HEY! OMEGA-SAMA, LET'S GOOO!
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The chat was on fire, hyping up Takeru's merciless beatdown.
And then—
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: Wait... Omega-sama...
: Huh? Who?
: Who just talked to Omega-sama like that?
: Excuse me? Who do you think you are?
: Ahem. I am... Sakurako-sama.
: !!!!!!!!
: !!!!!!!!
: !!!!!!!!
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The moment that name appeared, the chat went ballistic with exclamation marks.
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