Yuuta's frog legs quivered under him, his body scraped, bruised, and bloodied, but still breathing—barely. The air reeked of scorched meat and metal, thick with dust and the bitter stench of ozone. Chunks of stone rained down from the shattered cliffs above like angry beast throwing pebbles.
But Yuuta wasn't done.
With a guttural croak torn from the pit of his slimy throat, he pushed himself up, wobbling to his feet. His wide froggy eyes locked onto the source of every ounce of his rage, fear, and desperation—the fat bastard.
The pigman.
A lumbering mountain of charred muscle and melted steel, the pig's once grotesque face was now barely recognizable as anything living. Its left eye was shut completely, sealed behind layers of swollen, blistered flesh. The right eye… wide open. Bloodshot. Lidless. Burning with pure hatred. That one eye stared straight at Yuuta like it wanted to peel the skin from his bones with just its glare.
"Fucking shit…" Yuuta spat. "You just don't die, do you?"
The pig whined—a low, trembling sound like a dying engine fused with a pig's shriek. It lifted one gauntlet-covered hand over its mangled face, trembling from pain and fury.
Yuuta didn't waste a single second.
He conjured.
The familiar hum of mana thrummed through his frog limbs as a white-hot orb burst into existence above his palm.
"Eat this, you crispy bacon bitch!"
BOOOOM!
The Magic Missile flew like a cannon shot, shrieking through the air and blasting into the pig's gauntlet-covered face. Smoke and blood sprayed outward. The pigman stumbled, its feet grinding against the rocky ground, but it didn't fall. It just screamed—a distorted, guttural pig-howl that echoed through the canyon walls like a banshee in heat.
Yuuta's frog mouth twisted into something resembling a grin—if a sock puppet had just watched someone step on a rake, maybe.
"That's right! You want round two?! I got missiles for days, you pork-faced ogre!"
Another orb. Another whistle.
BOOM!
The second Magic Missile slammed into the pig's raised hand. The armor cracked, splintered metal flying off in molten shards.
Yuuta was already charging another.
"Think that fat's gonna protect you now? Think again, asshole!"
BOOM!
The third shot hit the pig square in the snout—or what was left of it. Flesh peeled. The thing staggered back, one meaty foot digging a crater as it tried to stay upright.
Yuuta didn't care.
"Yeah! Cry for me! Squeal like the stuck pig you are!"
His throat croaked in time with his laughter. It was an ugly, guttural sound that echoed between the canyon walls like some deranged swamp goblin had found an RPG launcher.
BOOM!
Another shot. Another explosion. Blood mist sprayed into the wind. The pigman raised both arms now, trying to shield what was left of its face, gauntlet plates steaming and cracking.
"Don't like that, huh?! Not so fun when it's your turn to get smacked around, huh?!"
Yuuta's words bled with venom. His wide frog eyes burned with something between mania and survival instinct. It was hard to tell if he was still sane—or if all this near death and violence had pushed the high schooler-turned-frog over the edge.
Another conjure.
"Let's see how long those chubby arms last!"
BOOM!
The fifth shot slammed into the pig's gauntlets, forcing the beast to crouch under the weight of repeated blows. Its stance broke. One knee scraped the ground, spraying sparks.
Yuuta kept laughing.
"Yeah, you better kneel! You're in the presence of your fucking OWNER! I'm the Mage Frog King! Future harem overlord! You hear me?!"
BOOM!
The sixth shot hit dead center. The gauntlet flew from the pig's hand, spiraling away into the canyon like a twisted hunk of space junk.
The pig screamed. Loud. So loud it made the stones quake and Yuuta's eardrums throb. It wasn't just pain. It was rage. Pure hate.
Yuuta wiped a mix of sweat and blood from his frog face. He was panting. Exhausted. Every magic missile cost him mana and stamina he couldn't spare.
But he wasn't stopping.
He couldn't.
This was life or death.
And he was finally winning.
Another orb appeared.
"Try blocking this one with your fucking dreams."
BOOM!
The shot punched through the pig's exposed arm. The flesh exploded in chunks. Bone cracked. The pig staggered again. One more hit and that arm was coming clean off.
But the bastard still didn't fall.
"WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO KILL YOU?!" Yuuta howled, his voice hoarse. "Are you some boss-level raid pig or what?!"
No answer.
Just another enraged, broken squeal.
The pig lowered its arms, and for a second… just stood there. Blood poured from its wounds. Its face looked like burnt lasagna. Steam hissed from its body.
But it wasn't dead.
Not yet.
Yuuta's eye twitched.
"Well," he growled. "I got time."
Another orb crackled into life.
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After a while the earth quaked under the weight of the charred pigman's fall. A deep, echoing BOOOOOM rolled through the canyon like thunder. Dust and ash puffed up around the creature's collapsed body, and for a long moment, silence followed. Yuuta stood amidst the chaos, panting like a dying engine, his frog chest heaving, sticky skin glistening with grime, sweat, and dried blood. His legs wobbled beneath him, his balance unsure, but he stood—barely.
And shit, did he look stupid. A tiny bipedal frogman with a twitching grin, standing victoriously with his arms half-limp from fatigue. His wide frog eyes blinked out of sync, and the way he hunched forward made him look like some discount kaiju mascot after a bad night of drinking. If any normal person saw him like this, they might mistake him for a goblin's failed science project. But Yuuta didn't care.
He had won.
"Fucking finally," Yuuta wheezed, his voice raspy and cracked. "Is it over? Tell me it's fucking over."
The smoke began to clear, swirling up toward the fractured sky. Ashes rained like black snow, landing on Yuuta's slimy shoulders. In the middle of the canyon, the fat bastard's body—now more charred meat than monster—lay twitchless. Blackened armor plates were fused to its flesh. One of its massive arms was gone, torn off in the bombardment. The other lay limply across its bloated gut. Steam hissed from various points of the pig's skin as if the heat was still working its way out.
Yuuta took a few steps forward, croaking as he stared at the mountain of dead pork. "Where the hell's my XP orb? The loot? Gold coins? Treasure chest? Gimme something for frying this oversized pig sausage!"
But then… it started.
A squelch.
A hiss.
Then a strange… gurgling sound.
Yuuta's eyes narrowed. "What the…?"
The pig's bloated belly twitched.
Its burnt skin—dry, cracked, and peeled in places—began to stretch outward. Slowly. Like something inside it was inflating. The belly swelled like a balloon—first slowly, then faster.
Yuuta blinked once. Then twice. "Oh fuck no."
He jumped backward in a panic, croaking out a terrified curse as the pig's entire torso began to puff up. Veins beneath the blackened skin bulged like cables. Steam hissed from every joint. The meat swelled and bubbled, making sick wet noises. It was a bloated meat balloon on the verge of—
"Oh fuck me, it's gonna blow!"
Yuuta spun on his frog heels and leapt for cover. His eyes darted across the canyon until he saw salvation—a long, thick boulder that had fallen earlier during the cliff collapse. It leaned at an angle, wide enough to hide behind.
He dove.
The moment his back hit the ground behind the boulder, the world lit up.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The explosion was deafening. It sounded like a hundred barrels of TNT stuffed inside a burning dumpster full of butchered pork parts.
The air ripped apart with heat and pressure. A crimson blast wave expanded outward, shredding the surrounding canyon with liquified flesh, shattered bone, ruptured organs, and sizzling gore. Chunks of cooked meat and molten metal flew in all directions like deadly shrapnel. The shockwave slammed into the boulder, cracking it, dust falling on Yuuta's twitching head.
A glob of something wet slapped onto the stone near him with a sickening plop.
Yuuta winced. "...Was that a piece of kidney?"
He dared to peek around the edge of the boulder. The canyon was painted red. Steam rose from every surface. Small fires flickered from the remains of the pig's armor, burning out slowly. Bone fragments were embedded into nearby rocks like macabre arrows. And what remained of the fat pig's body… wasn't really a body anymore.
More like a pile of exploded meat.
Yuuta gagged, his frog tongue flicking involuntarily. "Shit. That pig went full fireworks on me."
He stood up slowly, brushing charred meat chunks off his shoulder. His legs still trembled, and his lungs ached with every breath. But his grin slowly returned.
"Ugly bastard thought he could crush me. Thought a little meat slap would end my story. Tch."
He wiped the blood from under one eye. "Guess he didn't know who he was messing with…"
Yuuta raised one clawed finger and flicked off a still-smoking eyeball that had landed on a nearby rock.
"…Yuuta the Frog. Future damn harem mage king of this freakshow world."
He looked around, searching for the XP orb, loot, or any sign that this ridiculous meatstorm had finally ended. But for now, the only thing the canyon offered was silence, blood, and the stench of barbecued pig guts.