Chapter 112: Interlude: The Rabbit Hero

A gorgeous dark skin woman stood with a slender, curvaceous, well-defined build and lean athletic frame. Dressed in a skimpy white leotard and purple thigh highs, crimson red eyes, long gorgeous white hair, and tall white furred bunny ears atop her head.

While her compact white tail sat neatly at her rear, giving her an overall resemblance to an albino rabbit. Curvy, with large breasts, wide hips and thighs for days.

The Rabbit Hero, Mirko.

Mirko’s legs were trembling, her body shaking uncontrollably, but even as fear gripped her, she refused to back down.

Her quirk granted her rabbit-like abilities, including extraordinary speed, agility, and enhanced reflexes, but against an opponent like Nyarlathotep, a being of unimaginable power, it felt as though those gifts were little more than a cruel joke.

’What an absolute monster.’

Mirko ground her teeth and shook her head, pushing down the instinct to flee with all her might.

She’d fought gods before, but facing him was always different. This wasn’t a fight for survival. This was a battle against something that didn’t just exist outside the laws of nature but seemed to mock them entirely.

The gods she had faced in the past had their flaws, their weaknesses, but Nyarlathotep... he was something else.

Her breath came in short, erratic bursts, and her heart pounded in her chest, each beat like the ticking of a clock that only reminded her of the inevitable.

Her mind screamed at her to run, to flee, to save herself from the monster that loomed before her. But Rumi was no coward. She was a hero. The kind of hero who wouldn’t hesitate to fight, no matter the odds.

Mirko barely had time to blink before a massive stream of fire erupted from Nyarlathotep, sweeping over the beings she had summoned from theRecord of Ragnarokworld. The flames were ferocious, consuming everything in their path.

Screams of the 13 gods, once mighty and revered, were barely audible over the roar of the fire as they were turned to nothing but ash.

The powerful deities, who had fought countless battles to shape the fate of their worlds, disintegrated as if they were little more than dust in the wind.

Mirko’s heart sank as she watched the inferno consume them, the display of overwhelming power leaving her paralyzed for a split second.

The gods she had brought over were no more. They were nothing more than a fleeting memory. Her fists clenched as the realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

She could feel her own breath quickening, her chest tight with frustration and fear, but she refused to let it show. This was a battle she could not afford to lose. Even if her allies were reduced to nothing, Mirko was still standing. And if she had to, she would fight alone.

"... Shit... Just like that?"

She muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yup."

Nyarlathotep replied, his voice laced with a casual amusement that sent a chill down her spine.

"Honestly, the fuckers were getting a little too full of themselves, they needed to know their place. You’re welcome."

Mirko gritted her teeth. Despite the horror of watching gods fall in mere moments, something in her snapped. There was no time to mourn. No time to question. This was the reality she was facing, and she had to adapt.

Her body was already shaking from the intensity of what had just happened, her nerves strained beyond measure. But she was far from ready to give up.

"Now really, think of all those innocent souls spared from those imbecile Gods and their manic childish temper tantrums over whatever, anything."

Nyarlathotep continued, his mocking tone grating against her already frayed nerves.

Despite herself, Mirko found herself chuckling darkly at his jab. There was truth in his words. Those gods, for all their power, had been nothing more than arrogant, self-serving beings who could never truly protect their people. And now, they were gone. Erased in a flash, like a bad dream.

But that wasn’t what she was here for. Mirko’s eyes narrowed.

"Good one."

She spat, her voice growing sharper with every word.

"But I’m still here, and I’m still going to fight you."

"Boostx14—Luna Rush!"

Without giving him time to respond, she leaped at him, her body surging with speed and power as she activated her boost again. Every muscle in her legs burned with energy, and she was on him in a split second, unleashing her furious spear kick aimed directly at his face.

Her kick struck with a force that could’ve shattered mountains, Mirko thought she had at least made some headway, yet it barely fazed him. His cheek tilted slightly, a small movement that showed just how insignificant her blow had been.

"Love you too, honey."

Nyarlathotep drawled, his grin widening as if the kick hadn’t even registered as a threat.

Mirko’s stomach twisted with a mixture of fury and disbelief. Her strongest blow, her best effort, had done absolutely nothing.

She gritted her teeth in frustration. She didn’t pause to assess the situation. She had no time. She used the momentum of her failed attack to springboard off his face, driving a devastating overhead axe kick straight at the top of his head.

"Luna Fall!"

Mirko didn’t hold back. HerLuna Fallattack struck with the force of a freight train, the ground beneath him cracking and rupturing.

But once again, it was like hitting an immovable stone. His grin didn’t fade. He didn’t even move. Nyarlathotep barely flinched.

"Hehehe... Nice try, not bad actually."

He chuckled, his voice as calm and detached as ever.

"At least you’re getting stronger, dear."

Mirko’s lip curled into a snarl, though inside, she was filled with a mounting sense of dread. The fight had only just begun, and already, her strength seemed futile against her asshole of a partner’s unyielding power. Her body was trembling, her energy reserves beginning to drain faster than she could keep up with.

This monster was too much. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how fast or strong she was, it seemed like she couldn’t hurt him.

"Modest, ain’t ya?"

She snarled, but it was clear to both of them that her words were tinged with desperation.