Chapter 59 – Kyah!
“Kyaaaaaaaaah!” Ella shouted, and the rest of the girls followed suit.
Devon laughed. He had the power to discreetly create upskirt situations with his god given magical prowess, and he was going to use it to its full potential.
Someone else more rational minded would see that there were way more applications for such a powerful gift, but Devon wasn’t a rational minded person. He treated this world as a one-ticket amusement park entrance to a sandbox world after death, for him to do whatever the hell he wanted to do. The last thing he cared about right now was applications of magic theory or any other mathematical bullshit like that. He lived in the moment, and for the moment.
The girls screamed as their skirts were lifted by the strange gusts of wind, revealing their panties in a compromising fashion. In fact, even Petunia was shouting now.
“M-m-monster!” Lady Ann yelled with a fearful expression on her face, not even bothering to cover up her frilly underwear with her hands.
Devon frowned. “It’s not me, I swear. I’m not a monster…”
For some reason, she didn’t react to his reply at all. In fact, it looked like Lady Ann and the rest of the noble girls were wincing in pain for some reason, as if they were seeing something really bad in the process of happening.
Devon’s brows furrowed even deeper. He didn’t see what he did wrong here, after all there was no way that they knew that it was him causing the–
He didn’t register what happened to him. All he felt was a giant monkey fist the size of a coffee table stool slam into his face, and he felt his own skull crack open.
[You have been grievously wounded.]
[You can not die.]
An ape demon that looked like a giant gorilla stepped over Devon’s ragdoll like body, and stared down the giant human named Petunia.
“A demon, huh,” Petunia said, growling as he held his ground. “Well, actually getting to do my bodyguard job beats standing around in a dress all day.” He cracked his knuckles and flexed his muscular arms. ”Bring it on, gorilla.”
Petunia’s real job, other than standing around in sundresses and getting mentally tortured by the young lady Ann who loved to dress him up with makeup and wigs, was her personal bodyguard. He was one of the top fighters in the entire kingdom, a wrestling expert who decided to take the high paid and cozy job of being bodyguard for an important noble’s daughter. The job was a bit humiliating, but it paid very well and it beat getting his nose broken in on the daily like at his original wrestling job.
Despite being out of combat for nearly a year now, Petunia, who’s real name was Patrick and also known as Pat the Bull on stage, did not lose his skills. And more importantly, he never backed away from a fight, even if it was with a demon that could best twenty men. After all, he was a human demon himself.
The gorilla demon snorted and eyed Patrick warily, as the noble girls were being evacuated by their slave servants. The demon grabbed Devon’s legs, and tossed him around like a club.
[Your spine has been torn due to excessive centrifugal force.]
[You cannot die.]
[Your spinal injury is healing.]
Devon shouted in pain, realizing that he was regenerating as the gorilla demon gave him whiplash injuries over and over again by swinging him around. His passive protected him, making him unable to die, but the pain was otherworldly. He was in such mind shattering pain from having his spine and body stretched beyond human limits before getting stitched back together by his passive that he just wanted to die, for it to end.
The gorilla looked at Devon curiously, dangling him upside down with his shirt falling off and his arms dangling uselessly, before continuing to whiplash him around like a human towel rag.
A surge of energy was building him within Devon instinctually, as his completely broken emotional state was causing all of his brain cells to misfire in all sorts of directions. Uncontrolled mana surged through his body like a tidal wave of magical energy, sloshing around in the small container that was his human body and magnifying with each passing second, until it was accumulating into a beach ball sized ball of concentrated swirling wild mana.
And then it happened.
Devon’s body exploded into a thousand pieces, flesh flying everywhere before completely turning around and congealing again back into human form. But the damage was done.
A crater the size of a meteorite impact was all that was left of the courtyard. The sonic boom blasted both Petunia and the gorilla demon several meters from the blast, and the gorilla demon was missing a good chunk of its body, losing it in the explosion.