The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

What the hell.

Play with her?

Disposing of her afterward?

As they've been doing?!

What kind of evil motherfuckers are these guys?!

Thinking with their lower bodies.

Lawless.

No decency.

These guys are simply trash.

Pure and simple.

I can hear a despairing and panicked voice.

"Hey, are you alright?! Are you still alive?!"

"Haha, I hit him pretty hard there is no way that he is…"

That's the moment I choose to get up.

Like nothing happened.

I mean if I claim to be number two in defense no one will claim the number one spot.

Not around here I believe.

"Take this!"

I see.

He has a mace.

A metal one.

I guess that's what he used on me.

With his sneak attack from behind.

Actually, that's a bit redundant, a sneak attack from the front doesn't work well.

I still remember the giant white serpent swallowing me whole.

Normally it would probably work.

Except he chose his prey wrong this time.

He fucked up big time.

I don't even bother about the mace.

I let it collide with my face directly.

Except, this time I am ready for it.

*CLANG*

"W-what?! How is this possible?!"

I ignore him completely.

Instead, I turn toward the guy leading the march.

I smile at him.

I can see the incomprehension in his eyes.

Also the fear.

"W-what?! Who are…?"

He's screaming, but I grab his face.

Closing his mouth shut at the same time.

He tries to struggle.

Flailing around without success.

I may not be the strongest, but close combat is my specialty.

How can they evade if there is nowhere to evade?

I keep an iron grip while turning to face the initial assailant.

"W-what kind of monster are you?!"

Funny I remember them saying something about being worse than monsters themselves a few seconds ago.

[Hehe, calling me a monster? Can you believe it?]

"S-stop it! Don't you know who we are!"

[No I don't in fact.]

"T-that, we are members of the Brawny Black Corpses! Surely you must have heard of us?!"

[Nope.]

"W-we have many members! We are kings in the underground here! We have many rank 3 members too! You do not want us at all! If you ask anyone, they'll tell you not to mess with the BBC!"

It seems he truly wants to cling to life.

So much for a guy that was saying he was going to kill both of us.

Also, what's with that horrible naming sense?

He said BBC, right?

Oh my fucking god.

I can't help myself.

I just start laughing.

What's with that acronym!?

Seriously?!

HAHAHAHA.

This is ridiculous.

He is completely confused now.

I look at him.

[So you guys are really big yes?]

"Yes! Exactly!"

[You guys are black, right?]

"Yes, as in dark! We are not to be messed with!"

[And you guys are dicks haha. Ah, this is great. Fucking great haha.]

Seeing me smile he relaxes a bit.

I grab him by the face too.

Seriously why did he let his guard down while I'm still holding his friend?

Weird guy.

Also, what's with that girl?

She is on the sideline with her mouth in an O.

Picture the pika meme and that is her right there.

[You okay?]

"You can fight?! How?!"

[Why wouldn't I be able to?]

"Aren't you a failed tamer?"

[Hey, are you trying to insult me?]

"What about your laborer outfit?!"

[Side-job, what's up?]

"Let me get this straight. You can defeat guys that are rank 2 easily.]

[Yes.]

"You can resist their full attack power without even flinching."

[Also yes.]

"You are able to grab them like they are mere chickens."

[Your point?]

"How the hell are you a laborer?!"

[Needed money is all. Not much, just enough for food.]

She looks as if she has just heard something completely outrageous.

I mean, sure there are probably better ways for me to earn money.

But my power is a bit special.

I'm an extremely specialized fighter.

If my enemy uses movement techniques to run away or magic…

Yeah, I would be forced to just watch them.

I just happen to really shine in cramped spaces.

Actually, aren't I kinda OP in a town setting?!

Ah, but I still need to be careful of powerhouses.

The really skilled ones.

The ones that know special techniques and spells.

That is the kind of stuff that can screw me over.

As for little rats like these guys?

Please.

They are not even a danger.

Looking back at her, she still seems in denial.

I mean she'll figure it out eventually, I guess.

Oh, right there are 2 things I need to do.

Two very important tasks.

Let's start already.

I bring my new "friends" back to the heart of the sewers.

Then I dangle them right above the slimes.

I can see some lazily coming closer.

Then again, I kinda just fed them.

Is it me or slimes are the discount version of piranhas.

Like sure, they might be a little bit more dangerous.

Mostly because they can go on land too.

Well, relatively I'd say they are weaker.

As in the people of this world are so much stronger.

They would destroy the athletes back in the old world easily.

I take the scariest voice I can muster and …

[Alright, you guys will tell me all you know about that organization of yours or else…]

Oh, these guys are really a hard nut to crack it seems.

None of them wants to spill the beans.

I guess they must be worried about their leader finding out.

How dumb of them.

Between me and their leader, I am obviously the scariest of the two.

Can't believe they are underestimating so much.

They are just making incomprehensible noises, probably out of fear.

[You guys want to keep mum eh? You think this will end well?!]

This is why vermin like them never becomes something more.

All because they have a really bad judgment and ….

"Eh…I'm pretty sure they simply can't talk."

She is pointing at them.

Ah, I see the issue.

I am holding them by their mouths securely.

They simply can't talk at all.

Shall we drop some load?