I'm a Stingray?

Chapter 264: Confrontation (2)

Timothy heard such a strong sentence very clearly, but right now he was in a mental border. One side encouraged fear and the other required tremendously heavy laughter.

He was mostly laughing at himself, because the silver god that he desperately tried to avoid through his whole time of being here, was just a mere pufferfish. It was easy to notice that the entire situation had been heavily exaggerated.

And now after he gave another peek at this silver devil, laughter took over and he began vocalising such emotion; this enemy just seemed too ridiculous! Especially since this pufferfish wasn't even massive, he was barely as big as the hero!

It was easy to see that the enemy was becoming more pissed off by the passing moment. He likely wasn't used to getting laughed at. Considering all the power he carried, it was easy to notice that all the marine life in the past cavern had feared him deeply.

And now to hear a little stingray utterly mocking him with hardy laughter, it just wasn't good on this man's unhealthy ego.

Likewise, the silver god released a holler. "Stop that, this instance! I'm trying to savour your death."

With that mentioned, the sea-pancake's laughter was cut in half; mostly because a question was raised in his head that he needed an answer too.

He took another glance of these surroundings and questioned, "What is this place anyway? Is this the afterlife? I didn't think that heaven would be this empty."

Seeing this as an opportunity to mock the menace, the puffer recited. "This isn't heaven you swimming rock! And why do you think heaven would even accept you? All my slaves are gone along with the cavern thanks to you."

This definitely had not answered the prior question that the stingray had asked; however, it did manage to raise other thoughts that surrounded social responsibility, and self-revolving psychology at its finest.

Little did this enemy know, the little sea-disk had already pondered over every aspect, of what's good and bad in terms of handling the past cavern's contents.

So he simply replied with, "I did them a favour. Who would want to be a slave to you and anything you were planning with the holy-tar sect?"

With this topic cracked open, Tim also added. "That's right, I saw the pool your slaves were making."

It was easy to notice a hint of astonishment in the enemy's eyes; a prime example to such amazement, was that both of them were supposed to fight right now, but yet they have forgotten too. Once again in this new life, Timothy had made a statement that required a lot of complex pondering.

But after a moment, the silver god questioned with a firm tone, while invading all personal space as well. "So you are aware of the holy-tar tribe? That's quite a surprise."

Seeing this as offensive, the hero instantly asked. "How is it a surprise?"

"Although mighty in many ways, that sect's dominion is tiny. They are insignificant in comparison to what the rest of these oceans have to offer." The latter answered without the fear of confidentiality.

And afterwards, this silver devil tried to assert the idea that the stingray was stupid.

Therefore he continued, "In simple words that even a moron like you could understand, they are but a small drop in the ocean. So it's a surprise how you even know about them."

This had encouraged the thought that these oceans were massive, but the blue-dotted boy didn't want to think about that right now.

So he helped the enemy stay on track, by citing. "Bla-bla-bla, big oceans and tomatoes, whatever."

Such a sentence had managed to cause a massive wave of irritation towards the other side of the stick, that was for sure.

But the sea-disk didn't stop there, "Are we going to fight now or what? Bet I can beat you even though you kissed the sect for powers, or something like that."

The urge for slaughter grew stronger than ever across the pufferfish's head right now, but he still felt an urge to explain himself to this tremendously annoying stingray.

So firstly he stated, "I did not kiss the sect for powers, you salt for brains!"

And then continued, "They tried to enslave me, but I escaped their foul grip! Now, I'm using their tools to create an army of my own!"

"This army was supposed to grow bigger than anything the holy-tar sect has achieved. But thanks to you, I have to start all over again!" Anger was evident in this pufferfish's tone, the more he spoke.

It was easy to see that slaughter was craved now more than ever by this side of the stick, only the great divine could understand why the silver god was holding back; but it sure managed to build up tension between the two.

Timothy tried to ponder all of this new information. Everything made sense right now, but there was one thing that he still had it difficult to understand.

And he didn't intend to save that question to the grave, that was why he asked. "Okay, so are you good or evil?"

This was a question that could quite likely figure out if a battle should erupt soon, or if it should be avoided.

It was easy to see that the silver pufferfish was contemplating that question as well. And a smirk grew in his face, the more he thought such a question over.

And finally, the self proclaimed god managed to answer. "I am evil and I am good as well, perhaps a living paradox so to say."

And afterwards the same pufferfish proved that his emotional intelligence was massive, by reading himself out as if an auto-biography was on his disposition.

By simply continuing, "My will-power is pure, but I don't have borders and aim to achieve each and every one of my goals, regardless of what or who I destroy."

At this point, the other side of the canvas was utterly lost in curls of confusion. Tim's tail was swinging from left to right, as if it was deciding how the rest of this situation should play out.

A lot more intelligence would be required to ponder whatever the enemy had just stated, but right now he could still muster a proper question to ask.

He turned towards the silver god, and asked with a firm face. "You want to destroy the holy-tar sect, right?"

Simply and directly, the other's tone shone as he chirped. "Correct."

With quite a bit of confidence, the sea-pancake pitched. "Then I don't have to kill you. Just tell me how to get out of here and we will call it even."

The latter's face drastically softened, but this self proclaimed god's words, proved contradictory to visual expressions. "I respect your good-will, dumb little stingray. But you destroyed everything I worked hard for, these damages shall be punished."