Oops, I Accidentally Ascended to Godhood

"Oh… this?" The short man gulped hard as he passed the mic to Tarkan.

Seeing Tarkan merely collect the mic without doing anything to him, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

He had thought Tarkan would do something crazy to him for ignoring his earlier request.

Even though there were rules in place that prevented candidates from touching the MC, some people didn't care about those rules.

And from the way Tarkan had behaved, he was certain, Tarkan was one of those types.

Tarkan raised the mic to his mouth and scanning the audience. The once-booing crowd had gone silent

"Let's wrap this up, I'm already tired of this shit," he said, voice flat and without a trace of concern. "All of the contestants, just walk up on stage and die for this daddy.

And if you think the fight is not fair enough, go ahead, and pick 200 more from the crowd to even it out I don't care."

The words echoed across the stadium like a death knell.

Now he remembered why he never liked reading novels back on Earth.

Most main characters would get some cheat, only to waste it by hiding and pretending to be humble or righteous. holding themselves back and called it virtue.

That wasn't him.

The only reason he became the King of the Underworld was simple, he had zero patience for bullshit.

If risking the whole world meant getting his slice of bread, he'd do it without blinking.

Fuck being humble.

He thought that with a cold smirk under his breath.

The entire stadium was quiet. For a few seconds, no one spoke.

Then suddenly, murmurs began spreading like ripples.

"Damn…"

"Who the hell does this kid think he is?"

"He beat Sinbad, and now he thinks he's invincible."

"Someone just shut this brat up already!"

"Tsk tsk… Fifty-eight versus one? I wish I was in this competition. Would've been fun to watch."

Slim, in the middle row, didn't even blink. He just sat there eating his popcorn, lips smeared with powdered milk, his face showing no emotion.

The murmurs only grew louder.

The short MC man kept sneaking glances at Tarkan. The kid made his skin crawl.

Suddenly, a soft beep sounded from the wristband on his arm.

He checked it.

His eyes shifted to the top VIP room, and his face changed instantly, shocked.

Swallowing his nerves, he walked back to Tarkan and asked meekly, "C-Can I… have the mic?"

"Sure," Tarkan said casually, as if none of this mattered.

"All remaining participants are required to gather on the stage!" the MC's voice echoed throughout the stadium.

"Hmm…"

The crowd's reaction was immediate.

"Are you kidding me? They're really agreeing to this kid's nonsense?"

"Sigh… I was starting to like the brat, too."

"Who told him to act so cocky?"

Before long, every fighter had assembled on the stage. Their faces looked grim, ugly, like they were all suppressing their killing intent.

Some were even licking their lips, looking at Tarkan like he was already dead meat.

Tarkan stood still, Unbothered.

His gaze swept over the fighters until it landed on one, Godspeed.

For the first time, Godspeed didn't look relaxed.

His expression wasn't as carefree.

He was studying Tarkan seriously, top to bottom, like he was measuring him for something dangerous.

Tarkan's eyes passed him with zero concern.

"Fighter Tarkan, it has been acknowledged by the higher-ups th..." the MC began to speak again.

"Shut it," Tarkan snapped, clearly irritated. "Just get to the fighting part."

"A kid cocky enough to go up against fifty-eight people… and still rushing toward death."

The fighters were amused. Their expressions lit up with twisted smiles. Wasn't it supposed to be them rushing to tear him apart?

The MC gave a meek nod toward Tarkan and stepped off to the side.

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The audience buzzed louder.

"Fifty-eight to one?! That's some main character shit!"

"This is actually happening…"

"Damn, the odds on the Tarkan kid are 999 to 1!" someone shouted, staring at his bracelet screen.

One by one, others began checking their wristbands.

"Haha! Even if it were a million to one, I wouldn't dare bet on this farce!"

"Who are they kidding? Forget the rest, just Godspeed alone will murder that kid."

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"Let the fight begin!" the MC shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

And just like that, the battle started.

All fifty-eight fighters moved at once, charging at Tarkan like a wave of slaughter.

But they didn't get far.

Suddenly, their heads began to fall.

One by one.

Heads detached from shoulders.

Some fighters collapsed instantly. Others walked a few steps before dropping to their knees, headless, like broken puppets.

Blood sprayed everywhere, pooling on the stage floor.

The scene turned quiet.

Too quiet.

The crowd watched in horror.

Tarkan hadn't moved an inch.

His posture was calm, his mask covering his expression.

The only one still standing in front of him was..

Godspeed.

Godspeed casually flicked a smear of blood off his blade. His eyes didn't show surprise.

"Why?" Tarkan asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Why?" Godspeed echoed, then chuckled. "It's rare to find someone from the First Realm who can match me. I'd be a fool to ruin a chance like this."

Tarkan shrugged. "Alright, Since you helped speed things up, how about I give you a reward? You get a free hit."

Godspeed raised an eyebrow. "Has anyone ever told you… you're too cocky for your own good?"

Tarkan smirked beneath his mask. "What, are you trying to flirt with me? Just so you know, I like women."

The corner of Godspeed's mouth twitched slightly.

Godspeed glanced briefly at the crowd. They were still locked in, watching closely.

From their angle, they couldn't hear what was being said, only see that the two fighters were speaking.

The crowd had been stunned by the massacre. But they were even more eager now, to see how Godspeed would finish Tarkan which he clearly left for last.

But what they got wasn't what they expected.

Instead, they saw Tarkan slowly raise his hand.

Then bring it down.

And as if guided by an invisible force, Godspeed's neck seemed to appear straight into Tarkans palm.

His body recoiled violently. His legs flailed, and then..

BOOM!

Tarkan slammed him into the stage floor like a broken doll.

Godspeed's body convulsed, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Silence.

The crowd fell utterly silent.

Like their brains couldn't even process what had just happened.

The MC's face turned pale. His mouth hung open.

Crash!

A glass shattered on the VIP deck. Liquid spilled to the ground.

"Impossible…" a voice muttered.

Sam, dressed casually in the VIP booth, stood up shocked, his chair falling behind him.

His expression one of pure disbelief.

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