"The worst…mangaka…in history?"
Kishibe Rohan's will trembled violently at Hashimoto Yoma's wild words. The proudest thing in his life was being a successful mangaka. Manga was his life!
This was more unbearable than any physical attack! He could accept failure, even death, but he would never allow anyone to defile his manga or deny his existence as a mangaka.
A resolute will replaced his fear and panic.
He realized that completely killing this monster, possessed by Hermes's divine power, was almost impossible without the gods directly intervening. His Stand had no effect on the opponent, as the opponent directly blocked consciousness modification.
And if he were to let the Mountain God act, not to mention whether It would act, if It really did, it might even attract the attention of Hermes himself, which would be a true catastrophe.
But he had another option—not annihilation, but expulsion!
"Ugh ah ah ah—!"
Kishibe Rohan let out a silent roar, no longer trying to resist the rain-like heavy punches. Instead, he instantly summoned hundreds of small golden Heaven's Doors and restored the air in the area.
Then, as Hashimoto Yoma was surprised by the sudden return of his breath, the Heaven's Doors acted. Hundreds of small fists simultaneously struck Hashimoto Yoma's body. Perhaps individually they were weak, only B-level.
Killing ordinary people was easy, but it had no effect on this monster. However, with their ample numbers and Hashimoto Yoma's moment of surprise, the attack succeeded.
His body, full of hard muscles, directly tumbled. He subconsciously grabbed backward to stabilize himself, but directly grabbed onto the black rock symbolizing the Mountain God… With a crack, a large chunk of stone was torn off this anchor point, rolling to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Lord Mountain God! He insulted you, attacking a god as a mortal! This is the sin of disrespecting a deity. Even if he is Hermes's agent, he is still a human and cannot offend a great god! He broke the rules!"
Yes, this was Kishibe Rohan's idea: to find a reasonable excuse for the Mountain God to act and let the Mountain God personally send this bane away.
He was making a dangerous attempt.
He gambled almost everything he had to exchange for the Mountain God's will to act personally this time.
The cost was immense. Even if he succeeded, he would likely be disliked by Hermes, forever unable to leave this mountain, or even lose his power and be completely obliterated by the other party.
But he won the gamble.
The black giant rock trembled violently again, and light burst from the cracks. But this light was not aggressive; instead, it carried a solemn sense of strict decree, delineating boundaries and repelling foreign objects.
That ancient will seemed to agree with Kishibe Rohan's statement and chose to act. Hermes's figure also disappeared after a few flashes; clearly, he also recognized this rule.
After all, he was also a god. Mortals offending a god was the greatest sin imaginable, and he fully agreed with this. But with such a close call, it was impossible for him not to retaliate.
Vast power surged into Kishibe Rohan's body, seemingly deciding to let him be the executor, to punish this person who disrespected the gods.
But he did not use it to attack. Instead, he pushed his hands forward sharply, not towards Hashimoto Yoma's body. A power of spatial distortion directly enveloped Hashimoto Yoma.
"Get out! Get out to other worlds!"
In an instant, the space around Hashimoto Yoma underwent a strange change. He felt something was wrong after hitting the black rock. He wanted to run, he wanted to move, he wanted to explain.
A grand consciousness suppressed him, making him unable to offer even a single defense for himself, only allowing the other party to frame him and now accept this so-called judgment.
He felt his connection with the earth beneath his feet, with this world, being forcibly stripped away by an invisible, grand power!
It was as if he had become a virus rejected by the world. The divine power on Kishibe Rohan was acting as an "anchor," severing his last connection with this world!
"Bastard! What did you do?!"
Hashimoto Yoma was filled with shock and anger. He broke free from the suppression of that consciousness, but still could do nothing. He felt Hermes's divine power boiling violently, yet it wasn't helping him, but accelerating the process.
His body began to become ethereal and transparent, as if about to merge into the background of nothingness.
A light sentence suddenly echoed in his ear, "Child, do not resist. This is the correct path of your destiny. Go, go, train true muscles. There will be your challenge."
Upon hearing this, he reacted. These were the words of the great god Hermes. Although he didn't understand, he still obeyed the god's advice. He stopped resisting.
But the immense energy still left Kishibe Rohan's face ashen, with black blood oozing from his seven orifices, his life force excessively overdrawn.
He looked at the gradually fading Hashimoto Yoma, with no joy of victory in his eyes, only endless fatigue and a hint of coldness.
"Go to your…muscle hell…or…any…time-space…that will have you…"
A spatial rift was torn open. Countless golden particles scattered from the gradually transparent Hashimoto Yoma, swallowed by the rift, but his expression grew calmer, and he seemed to have seen something.
He just became more and more excited… Kishibe Rohan didn't know what he saw, nor did he care what he saw. He only knew that he had also won, in a way.
Watching the rift quickly close, space returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
Only Kishibe Rohan remained there, slumping weakly to the ground as if his spine had been removed.
The scepter in his hand completely shattered, as if it would disintegrate at any moment. The powerful aura around him receded like a tide, making him weaker than an ordinary person.
He coughed violently, each cough bringing up black blood clots. His eyes were dim. Heaven's Door finally managed to release the army from his hand, instructing them to care for him and take him away.
"Take the small path down the mountain… *cough cough cough*, and also, build a temple dedicated to Hermes at the foot of the mountain. Remember, immediately, right now…"
After forcing out his last words, Kishibe Rohan directly fainted. Fortunately, the current Heaven's Door would not become ineffective due to his unconsciousness.
He paid an immeasurable price: his soul was damaged, his life force was depleted, and even his final actions probably left a bad impression on both gods. One would settle accounts with him later, and the other might not necessarily protect him.
But he succeeded.
He banished that terrifying spokesman of the Muscle God to an unknown realm, preserved his beliefs, and temporarily resolved the crisis in Morioh.
The mountaintop was dead silent, leaving only the shattered shrine, the cracked black giant rock, and a dying mangaka… Updated at 6 o'clock