I'm A Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity Chapter 67
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Three girls on the floor, I knew them.
My mind went blank. I was about to explode, but I saw their breath. I was still firing off alpha particles subconsciously.
From the looks of things, they were unconscious.
Mom, Elsa, and Marg were on the floor, unconscious and that was enough for me to not explode.
At least they were unharmed. But the people that did this were about to be not so much.
"You did this?" I pointed my hand towards a man in the center. He was old, maybe in his fifties. He was twice my size and looked more than capable enough to be a terrorist.
There were roughly eleven men behind him all wearing red hoods. Almost like they were some sort of a cult.
"Welcome, son of Julio," the man spoke. His voice was deep.
'Not that again.'
It took nearly all of my conscience to stay sane in this situation, and what the hell was this moron talking about?
But one thing was for certain if this guy knew my grandfather, it meant he was trouble. It also meant I couldn't underestimate any of them.
There weren't any scratches on the three girls, so I could assume they were under some form of mind control.
I focused energy in my palms. "I don't know what reasons you have for doing this, but I assure you, I'll kill you for harming them." My voice reeked of hostility, but I was sane. I was sane enough to not give into anger.
And this was basically just a bluff. If the teachers and prefects were on their way, then that meant, instead of attacking them, just stalling was good enough. But then there was the question, could I really leave the fate of my family to some other people?
No.
He burst into laughter and so did the men around him. "As expected. However, you should know, life demands life."
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"What the hell are you spouting?"
Their laughter stopped.
"Life." He glared at me. I hated that man, no doubt in my mind. "What is it worth? Money? Power? Position?"
I didn't care. I had no reason to care. All I cared, that I wanted to end his charade before I could explode with rage.
"Life!" The man continued. "Only life is worth life."
He was like that one clown who'd try extra hard to scare you, so you ended up with a phobia. I hated his kind.
"Quit your blabbing. I didn't come here to listen to that. You hurt them- And you're going to pay for it."
My preparations were done and the small plasma ball in my hand was good to go. It glowed fiercely and the heat indicated, I couldn't just keep it on my palm forever.
"Come!" He grinned hard, lowering his center of gravity a little bit as though he was preparing to run a sprint.
All three girls were behind him, meaning I couldn't attack halfheartedly. "Coward." My voice was barely a whisper but I made sure it reached him.
"Huh?" He looked a bit dumbfounded. "Coward, you say?" He didn't look pissed, just curious.
I didn't give him an answer and focused solely on maintaining the plasma. I couldn't fire it, till he reached me.
Taunting worked great on guys like him, guys who thought they had the advantage.
He raised a hand to his men. "He's mine."
It worked.
No one said anything and he just casually walked towards me. Was he stupid?
But this was good for me. The other eleven men were right in front of the three girls, so this really was good for me.
I smirked. That one moment of arrogance would have cost them severely. "Bye." I fired off the small plasma ball. I didn't know why but it was a lot bigger than before. At least the size of a small marble, but the brightness was almost as much as a miniaturized sun.
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Meaning, he was as good as charred.
The man took the hit at full force. I was right, he really was stupid. A stream of heat, light, and black smoke engulfed the whole place.
The smell of burnt flesh irritated my nostrils. I always hated that smell.
I was relieved but a second later the relief vanished and dread took over. My alpha particles were acting very funny, so funny that my body sweated a lot more than necessary. Granted I was feverish, but still, this was impossible.
"Now, now, don't be so cold. I just got here and you're saying farewell?" How could he still move? "That's enough warm-up I suppose. How about we get a little serious?"
The top of his shirt was vaporized and I could count most of the bones in his ribcage. He did take the full brunt of the attack, there was a hole in his chest, and he was still alive. His heart still beat. This guy was a monster.
"How?"
"Whoa, don't tell me that was your best shot? Your pops used to throw that as greeting you know." He chuckled and kept on walking.
I took steps back by instinct. The rage boiling within wasn't helping. "Why are you doing this?"
"This is my job." His grin never left his face. "But if you want to blame anyone, blame that Battlesuin scum."
'Do I have a way out?'
That plasma weapon was my best shot. The other ones involved killing everything within this small space, but I couldn't do that. And I didn't have a weapon with me either.
'Coming out on my own was a mistake?'
'No calm down!'
Deep breaths!
He was still about three meters away from me. And the people were pretty far away. I couldn't panic now. I was outmatched but that didn't mean I didn't have a shot. All I had to do was think rationally and stay calm.
I resorted to my last resort, very sanely. I fired off gamma in all directions with me as the epicenter. Of course, it'd reach everyone present here, but that was just a distraction and the amount of radiation wasn't enough to harm organs.
For the main course, I fired a full stream, the full brunt of gamma radiation straight at the man, enough to kill him three times over. Any more and the people behind him, including the three girls would have been in serious trouble.
Personally, I didn't care about the men behind him, but my family was very important to me.
This was my last resort. No matter what he was, and no matter how much healing powers he had, a lethal dose of gamma was not something he'd walk out of.
But he did.
My body went even cooler.
'What is this?'
Fear?
He laughed it off and took another step. All of his wounds healed. "You didn't think I'd be able to survive your pops if I was that feeble did you?"
The blast had actually healed him. And though it took me some time to realize, he was actually absorbing all the radiation to repair his cells.
No wonder the alpha particles were acting so funny.
'He's absorbing the radiation?'
My whole body was panicking, and I didn't have any more tricks. I was cornered.
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