Catastrophe at SkyView Mall

Section 1: The Food Court

At the ground-floor food court of SkyView Mall, Mildy, the unlicensed doctor, sat alone at a table, looking bored, sucking on a hot dog like it was a dick.

A few minutes later, Linda and Dinello arrived.

“Hey, Sis! You should’ve sliced Pastor Semen’s damn mouth off instead of that stupid microphone!” Dinello complained.

Linda shrugged.

“Yeah, if he weren’t with the Humble Organization, I’d have chopped his damn head off already. But we can’t afford to kill one of their men. The Frugal Organization and the Humble Organization have a long history of feuds and tangled interests. Things are complicated. You don’t want to start a war over that idiot.”

Linda spotted an empty table nearby.

“Oh, there’s a table. Let’s sit.”

The two walked over and sat down.

Right beside their table lay the mangled corpse of the man Dinello had kicked off the fifth-floor walkway earlier. His body was a bloody mess, still lying exactly where he had landed.

Neither Linda nor Dinello paid him any attention.

They ordered two bento boxes and began enjoying their lunch.

Some time later, Pastor Simon arrived with Kyle.

Simon proudly carried his championship trophy, still looking pleased with his victory.

“Pastor Simon! You’re truly a saint! You never stop preaching the gospel! Not even for a single second!” Kyle exclaimed with admiration.

Simon smiled and gently patted Kyle on the head, just like someone petting a dog.

“Good job, Kyle.”

They went to order their food.

Simon ordered a steak and a milkshake, while Kyle ordered a bowl of plain rice, two cucumbers, and a cup of water.

As Kyle returned with his food, he suddenly noticed a very short man sitting alone at a nearby table.

Kyle thought to himself, Hold on… Is that guy actually shorter than me? Holy shit! He totally is!

At just 158 centimeters tall, Kyle rarely met an adult shorter than himself.

A smug smile appeared on his face. Trying to act casual, he chose a seat directly across the aisle from Mildy, with Simon sitting beside him.

Mildy looked up at Kyle.

Kyle stared back confidently.

Their eyes locked for several seconds, as if invisible sparks were flying between them.

Kyle thought, Why the fuck is this little shrimp staring at me?!

At the same time, Mildy thought, Why the fuck is this little shrimp staring at me?!

Neither said a word.

Elsewhere in the food court, Dave sat completely naked at another table, his huge junk fully exposed. Without the slightest hint of shame or embarrassment, he calmly enjoyed his noodles.

Several tables away, a man wearing a tight pink outfit with bright green underwear on the outside was eating by himself.

Suddenly, a passing customer spotted him and shouted in disbelief.

“OH MY GOD! No freaking way! It’s you, Underwear!”

Dave immediately looked up from his noodles.

“What a joke! I’m not even wearing any damn underwear!”

The customer pointed toward the man in pink.

“Oh, not you, big naked guy! I’m talking about that guy over there!”

The man in pink frowned.

“Oh, come on! Would you quit calling me that?! I’ve got a name, damn it! My name is Luffy!”

On the other side of the food court, former West King Joshua was also enjoying a bowl of noodles, paying little attention to the people around him.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

Section 2: Family Pride

Lindsay from the Frugal Organization entered the food court, carrying a bento box.

She spotted her older sister Linda and younger brother Dinello sitting at a table and walked straight toward them.

A mangled corpse lay beside their table. Without hesitation, Lindsay kicked it aside, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?” Lindsay asked.

“Oh, we just entered the dart tournament!” Dinello replied. “Looked kinda fun, and I had nothing better to do anyway!”

Linda gave Lindsay a cold sideways glance.

“Not that it’s any of your business.”

Lindsay shook her head.

“Unbelievable! Dinello, you’re goofing around again, just like always! And Linda, you’re the oldest sister! Why the hell are you joining him?!”

Linda rolled her eyes.

“Oh, shut up, Lindsay! Mind your own damn business! Don’t act like you’re the big sister here. I am! Stop telling us what to do!”

Lindsay pointed at her.

“We’re warriors, Linda! And look at you! The number-one prostitute in Flushing City! Spreading your legs for dirty old men! Have you got no shame?!”

Linda crossed her arms.

“Shame? Are you kidding me?! I’m proud of that title! It’s my dream! I’m gonna be the greatest prostitute in the whole damn world!”

She continued without the slightest embarrassment.

“I love getting fucked! I love serving all kinds of men! If you’re proud of being a warrior, good for you! That’s your life, and this is mine! Stop forcing your beliefs on me!”

Lindsay shook her head in disgust.

“You’re hopeless. No pride whatsoever.”

Linda pointed toward another empty table.

“Alright, then go sit somewhere else. You’re not welcome here, bitch.”

Lindsay smirked.

“Then make me.”

Suddenly—

SWOOOOOSH!

The table between them was instantly sliced into dozens of pieces. Dinello’s bento box was shredded along with it, sending his unfinished lunch flying everywhere.

Dinello jumped to his feet.

“Hey! Come on! Not again! I haven’t even finished my lunch yet! Jesus Christ!”

Section 3: The Lunchtime Massacre

Without warning, five razor-sharp gusts swept across the food court.

SWISH!

In the distance, a dining table was instantly sliced into six pieces.

A customer sitting beside it jumped in shock.

“OH MY GOD! What the hell just happened?!”

A split second later, his body was sliced into six pieces as well.

All across the food court, tables, chairs, and innocent customers were torn apart by the flying blades.

Panic erupted.

“Everybody, run! Get the fuck out of here!”

“They’re cutting people to pieces! Somebody help!”

“Don’t just stand there! Run for your lives! They’re killing everyone!”

Terrified shoppers screamed and rushed toward the exits, pushing and shoving one another as the food court descended into chaos.

Meanwhile, Mildy immediately noticed that the deadly gusts were traveling horizontally through the air.

Instead of running away, he threw himself flat onto the floor, making his body as small a target as possible.

Kyle, sitting nearby, saw what Mildy had done and immediately copied him.

The razor-sharp gusts passed just above their heads, slicing through the furniture behind them.

Neither of them was hit. They remained flat on the floor, afraid to move.

Pastor Simon, however, had no intention of sticking around.

He immediately threw his championship trophy aside and charged toward the exit.

“Move! Get the hell out of my way!”

He shoved several terrified shoppers out of his path and fled the food court, leaving Kyle behind.

Meanwhile, former West King Joshua remained seated at his table, calmly enjoying his noodles.

He held his chopsticks in his left hand, casually lifting another mouthful of noodles.

With his right hand, he released a steady flow of Qi, blocking the incoming claw gusts to protect his bowl of noodles.

He made no attempt to protect himself.

More than a dozen razor-sharp gusts struck his neck, face, and body.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The blades struck his Golden Alloy Body like metal hitting metal.

Not a single scratch appeared on his skin.

Joshua continued eating with his left hand while his right hand kept his precious noodles safe.

All around him, people were screaming and running for their lives.

Joshua simply finished his noodles, put down his chopsticks, and stood up.

“Oh, not again. Those two sisters and their damn catfights.”

He casually walked away.

Section 4: The Holy Castrator

“Oh, screw this! I’m getting the hell out of here! Those two are at it again! They’ll be going at it for hours!” Dinello complained.

Just as he was about to leave, he spotted a gorgeous young woman lying on the floor.

“Whoa! Look at her! She’s gorgeous! I should totally save her on my way out!”

Dinello grinned.

“Hehe! I bet she’d totally go to a hotel with me after I save her!”

He was about to rush toward her when he noticed two razor-sharp claw gusts heading straight for the woman.

Then he spotted another gust flying toward Kyle, who was lying flat on the floor nearby.

“Oh, shit! Kyle!”

Without a second thought, Dinello abandoned the woman and dashed toward his friend.

Moving at 80 kilometers per hour, he scooped Kyle into his arms just before the deadly gust reached him.

Dinello leaped into the air, landed on a fleeing shopper’s head, and immediately jumped again.

He bounced across several more people’s heads like stepping stones, carrying Kyle through the panicked crowd.

After a few quick leaps, he cleared the entrance and landed outside SkyView Mall.

Dinello put Kyle down.

“Hey, buddy—”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him.

“Kyle! In the sacred name of Humbleism, you shall become the Holy Castrator!”

Kyle’s eyes instantly went blank.

Without warning, he lunged forward, grabbed Dinello’s crotch with both hands, and pulled with all his strength.

“AAAAAH! What the fuck, Kyle?! Have you lost your damn mind?! Are you possessed or something?!”

Dinello immediately channeled Qi into his lower body to protect himself, but Kyle’s grip wouldn’t budge.

“Damn it, Kyle! You’re leaving me no choice! I’m sorry, buddy!”

CRACK! CRACK!

Dinello snapped both of Kyle’s forearms and finally freed himself.

Kyle didn’t even flinch.

Dinello turned around.

Pastor Simon stood a short distance away, laughing.

Several fresh claw wounds covered his arms and torso. Apparently, even he had taken a few hits while escaping the food court.

“Hehehe! Kyle’s always been your weakness, hasn’t he, Dinello? It’s hilarious! Every damn time he’s involved, you fall for the same stupid trap!”

Dinello glared at him.

“Pastor Semen! You sick fucking bastard! What the hell have you done to Kyle?!”

Simon simply burst into laughter.

Then he turned around and walked away, taking Kyle with him.

Section 5: The Two Underwears

Back inside the food court, Dave was still sitting at his table, completely naked, calmly enjoying his noodles.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Several razor-sharp claw gusts struck his face, neck, and chest, leaving only a few shallow scratches.

Dave barely reacted and continued eating.

Suddenly—

SMASH!

A claw gust sliced through his bowl, scattering his noodles across the floor.

“Oh, come on! I wasn’t even finished! Jesus, you just wasted my whole lunch!”

Dave stood up, looking annoyed.

Still completely naked, he slowly walked toward the exit.

Around him, tables and chairs were sliced apart, sending broken pieces flying through the air. Deep claw marks tore across the walls, while dust and debris fell from the damaged ceiling.

Several more claw gusts struck his back, shoulders, and naked butt.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

They left only shallow scratches.

Dave didn’t even look back. He simply continued walking at his own pace until he left the food court.

Meanwhile, several tables away, Luffy was dodging the flying claw gusts while making his way toward the exit.

Suddenly, a razor-sharp gust shot straight toward his neck.

Luffy instantly ducked, narrowly avoiding it.

Another came from the left. He dodged right. A third came from the opposite direction, forcing him to dodge left.

“Holy shit! Those two women are out of their fucking minds!”

Then several deadly claw gusts came flying toward him from all directions.

Luffy twisted his entire body into an impossible S shape, allowing the blades to pass around him.

“Alright, screw this! I’m outta here!”

He dropped to the floor, rolled several times, and scrambled toward the exit, half crawling and half running.

As he rushed through the food court, his body kept bending and twisting into all kinds of bizarre shapes, slipping past the deadly blades at impossible angles.

Moments later, he disappeared into the fleeing crowd.

Section 6: The Flying Stove

Near the entrance of the food court, Brian watched the destruction unfolding before him.

“Judging by those attacks, I don’t think my defenses would hold up in there. We’re counting on you, Michael.”

Michael nodded.

“Even for me, those claw gusts are no joke. They’re sharp as hell.”

He glanced around and spotted a large metal stove beside a damaged food stall.

Without hesitation, Michael walked over, lifted the heavy stove, and hurled it toward the center of the food court.

WHOOOOOSH!

The stove flew through the air.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Razor-sharp claw gusts struck its metal surface, leaving deep cuts and bending its panels out of shape.

Right behind the flying stove was Michael, sprinting at full speed and using it as a moving shield.

As the stove passed over Mildy’s head, Michael emerged from behind it.

“Gotcha, little fellow!”

He immediately scooped Mildy into his arms like a princess, turned around, and raced back toward the exit.

With the stove no longer protecting him, Michael exposed his back to the deadly gusts.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Several claw attacks tore through his clothes, leaving numerous scratches and shallow cuts across his back. A little blood began to trickle down his skin.

But Michael kept running.

Moments later, he reached Brian, and the three rushed outside SkyView Mall.

Michael gently put Mildy down, only to notice that his pants were completely soaked.

Brian stared at the wet pants and frowned.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you actually…”

Mildy threw his hands into the air.

“Hell yeah! I pissed all over myself! I thought I was gonna get chopped into six freaking pieces in there!”

Section 7: Business as Usual

The chaos continued for hours.

By the time night fell, SkyView Mall was completely deserted. Almost every table and chair had been destroyed, deep claw marks covered the walls, and severed electrical cables had left the entire building in darkness.

Eventually, the sounds of destruction faded away.

The mall fell silent.

The next morning, SkyView Mall opened its doors right on schedule.

Maintenance workers were already busy repairing the damaged walls, replacing broken furniture, and cleaning up the remaining debris.

One worker stared at a massive claw mark stretching across the wall.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell happened here?”

His coworker shrugged.

“Who knows? Just patch it up. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Meanwhile, customers were already walking into the mall, shopping and ordering breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Just another ordinary day in Flushing City.