Raymond vs. Pastor Simon

Section 1: The Holy Defense

Inside Toiletview Mall, Pastor Simon stood on a large performance stage overlooking the grand atrium. A wide staircase led up to the platform, where dozens of white-robed followers had gathered, waiting for his orders.

Holding a map of Flushing City, Simon carefully studied Raymond’s trail of destruction.

“According to Raymond’s path of destruction, Toiletview Mall is his next target! He could show up any minute now!”

Kyle, his most loyal disciple, grew nervous.

“Pastor Simon! What are we gonna do when that monster gets here?!”

Simon raised one hand confidently, his voice echoing across the stage.

“Fear not, Kyle! We’ve prepared for this! Every glass window in this mall is covered—cardboard, newspapers, blankets, tarps, anything we could get our hands on! Not a single pane of glass is visible!”

He pointed proudly toward the covered storefronts.

“If Raymond can’t see the glass, he might just pass us by! But brothers and sisters, remember this: Hope for the best, prepare for the worst! Our defenses are in place, and our fighters stand ready!”

Kyle nodded enthusiastically.

“Brilliant, Pastor Simon! Absolutely brilliant! Your wisdom knows no bounds!”

Simon smiled with pride. However, after standing for so long, his legs were beginning to ache. He glanced around the stage, searching for somewhere to sit, but there wasn’t a single chair in sight.

Kyle noticed immediately.

“Pastor Simon! Shall I get you a chair?”

Simon calmly shook his head.

“No need, Kyle!”

Then he raised his arm with great authority and made a dramatic declaration.

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

“At once, Pastor Simon!”

Without hesitation, Kyle dropped onto all fours. Every muscle in his body tightened until his entire frame became stiff and rigid, his straight back forming the perfect human chair.

Simon settled onto Kyle’s back, crossed one leg over the other, and adjusted his white dress shirt.

Like a mighty emperor seated upon his throne, he surveyed his devoted followers standing to his left, right, and behind him. Some checked their equipment while others stood guard near the entrances, ready for the battle ahead.

Suddenly, a guard rushed toward the stage.

“Pastor Simon! Raymond’s here!”

Beyond the covered entrance, a familiar figure was approaching. He was a skinny man of average height, wearing a pink apron, with sunken cheeks, a tiny mustache, and beady eyes.

There was no mistaking him.

It was Raymond.

He stopped outside the mall and slowly scanned the storefronts, looking from one side to the other. Every window was hidden beneath layers of cardboard, cloth, or wooden boards.

Not a single pane of glass was visible.

Simon leaned forward on his human throne, watching Raymond’s every move. His confident expression slowly turned tense as he whispered just loudly enough for the nearby followers to hear.

“Come on, Raymond… Don’t notice the glass. Just keep walking. Please… just keep walking.”

Section 2: The Holy Fodder

For several seconds, Raymond stood motionless outside Toiletview Mall. Then, without warning, he drew back his fist and punched straight through a tarp-covered storefront.

CRAAAASH!

The hidden glass exploded into countless pieces, scattering across the floor.

Pastor Simon sprang to his feet, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“No way! How did he know the glass was there?!”

Raymond stepped inside and smashed another storefront window without slowing down.

Simon immediately raised his arm.

“Brothers and sisters! The time has come! Plan B! Prepare for battle!”

Dozens of white-robed followers quickly formed two lines in front of the stage. Knowing Raymond could wipe out entire groups with a single shockwave, Simon planned to send them in small waves while attacking from behind.

“Two or three at a time! Keep that monster distracted! The rest of you, stand ready to take their place! No one breaks formation!”

The first three disciples charged toward Raymond, attacking from different directions.

Raymond slapped one aside, knocked another unconscious with a single punch, then slammed his fist into the ground.

BOOOOOM!

A devastating shockwave sent the third disciple flying across the atrium, clutching his head and vomiting in midair.

Before he even landed, two more followers had rushed forward to take his place.

Meanwhile, Simon grabbed a handful of pebbles from a large pile of stones behind him and hurled them at Raymond like shotgun pellets.

RATATATAT!

Raymond dodged several and smashed the rest with his fists. Simon immediately grabbed an apple-sized rock and launched it like a cannonball.

WHOOOOOSH!

Raymond shattered it with another punch, sending fragments flying across the floor.

“Keep him busy, brothers and sisters! Don’t give him a second to breathe! Show him the mighty power of Humbleism!”

The battle raged on. Every time a disciple fell, another rushed forward. Raymond crushed his attackers with powerful punches and devastating shockwaves, while Simon relentlessly bombarded him with stones of every size.

Wave after wave, the followers charged into battle, only to be struck down one after another.

Five minutes later, after dozens of rounds of fighting, the grand atrium had become a battlefield littered with fallen disciples. Some lay unconscious, others writhed on the floor vomiting, while a few had fled in terror.

Only a handful of followers remained standing.

He placed a hand over his heart, his face filled with sorrow.

“Oh, my beloved brothers and sisters! So many brave souls have fallen! Your sacrifices shall never be forgotten! Oh, how my heart aches for every single one of you!”

In truth, he couldn’t have cared less.

Without another moment of hesitation, Simon turned toward two silent, white-robed disciples standing beside the stage.

“Enough! Plan C begins now! Prepare the Holy Human Missiles!”

Section 3: The Holy Human Missiles

At Pastor Simon’s command, two white-robed disciples stepped forward. Unlike the others, neither showed a trace of fear. After weeks of special training, they had become living missiles, completely devoted to their master and ready to sacrifice themselves.

Simon spread his arms dramatically.

“Brothers and sisters! Behold the ultimate power of Humbleism! Witness our most sacred weapons—the Holy Human Missiles!”

The two disciples took their positions on either side of Simon. Every muscle in their bodies tightened, turning them as stiff and rigid as steel rods.

Simon took a deep breath, his enormous, rock-hard man boobs bulging beneath his shirt. With tremendous strength, he hoisted the first disciple onto his shoulder and hurled him straight toward Raymond. Without a moment’s pause, he grabbed the second disciple and launched him right after the first!

FWOOOOOSH!

Both human missiles shot through the air at incredible speed, their bodies perfectly straight like flying darts, one following closely behind the other.

The first missile closed in on Raymond, who responded with a single powerful punch.

BOOOOOOM!

The disciple burst apart in midair, spraying blood and flesh across the atrium. A thick cloud of red mist engulfed Raymond, completely blocking his vision.

The first missile had served its purpose as a decoy.

And the second was already closing in!

BAAAAAAM!

Flying horizontally with his body rigid and both feet forward, the second missile struck Raymond directly in the ribs with tremendous force. The impact shook the entire atrium, sending cracks racing across the tiled floor.

Simon leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the thick cloud of blood.

“A direct hit! Did we finally bring that monster down?! Oh, my beloved disciple! Your noble sacrifice must not be in vain!”

But the red mist was too thick. Even Simon couldn’t see what had happened to Raymond.

All he could do was wait for the mist to clear.

Section 4: The Holy Nuke

Ten seconds passed as the thick red mist slowly began to clear. When the air finally settled, Raymond was still standing in the middle of the atrium.

A deep, twenty-meter-long skid mark stretched across the tiled floor behind him. At his feet lay the second human missile, his legs twisted and his broken body still twitching.

The tremendous impact had driven Raymond back twenty meters, yet he had never fallen. Only a thin trail of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Watching from the stage, Pastor Simon stared in disbelief.

“What?! A direct hit, and he’s still standing?! Damn it! What the hell does it take to bring this monster down?!”

He clenched his fists and slowly lowered his head, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“My beloved disciple… Forgive me! I never wanted it to come to this. But for the sake of Humbleism, I must make this heartbreaking decision!”

With a heavy expression, Simon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small detonator. His thumb hovered over the button.

“May your ultimate sacrifice bring glory and victory to Humbleism!”

CLICK!

A red light flashed.

Suddenly, a brilliant golden light erupted from the fallen disciple’s body at Raymond’s feet.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

A devastating explosion ripped through the atrium, shaking the entire mall to its foundations. The floor cracked open, walls collapsed, and a massive mushroom cloud burst through the roof.

Kyle, still crouching on all fours as the Holy Chair, was sent spinning through the air like a frisbee. Simon himself was blasted off the stage, crashing onto the floor and sliding across the shattered tiles. His remaining followers and even his entire pile of stones were sent flying in every direction.

Thick smoke swallowed the entire atrium, leaving nothing visible.

Lying among the rubble, Simon wiped away his tear and spoke with solemn devotion.

“My faithful disciple… Your sacrifice shall never be forgotten! Your name shall live forever in our hearts…”

He paused.

“…Whatever your name was.”

He had never bothered to ask.

A full minute passed before the smoke finally began to clear.

Nearly half of Toiletview Mall had been reduced to ruins. The roof had been torn apart, exposing the open sky. Shattered glass, twisted metal, and chunks of concrete covered what remained of the grand atrium.

And there, standing alone amid the devastation, was Raymond.

His body was badly burned, his shirt shredded, and his pink apron completely vaporized. Blood streamed down his chest, with several ribs exposed beneath his torn flesh.

Yet somehow, he was still on his feet.

Pastor Simon stood frozen, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Raymond slowly raised his head. His eyes were completely black, filled with swirling dark mist. His face showed not the slightest trace of human emotion.

His terrifying gaze remained fixed on Simon.

Simon could barely believe his eyes.

“No… This can’t be! Unbelievable! Inconceivable! Impossible!”

Section 5: The Grim Reaper’s Punch

Raymond stood among the ruins, blood dripping from his burned body. His pitch-black eyes remained fixed on Pastor Simon.

Simon examined Raymond’s horrifying injuries, muttering to himself.

“Exposed ribs… Severe burns… Bruises everywhere… And he’s still on his feet?! No human being could survive that!”

As the terrifying realization sank in, Simon’s legs began trembling uncontrollably. Fear spread across his face as he suddenly shouted.

“What the hell are you?!”

Raymond paid him no attention. Without warning, he charged straight toward Simon, who felt as if the Grim Reaper himself were coming to claim his life.

Simon stumbled backward, still clutching the detonator he’d used to trigger the Holy Nuke.

“Stay back, you monster! In the sacred name of Humbleism, I command you to stay the hell away from me!”

In desperation, Simon hurled the detonator at Raymond like a boomerang. Raymond effortlessly dodged it and continued his relentless charge.

Within seconds, he was only five meters away.

“Oh, Lord, have mercy! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!”

Raymond closed the distance and unleashed a massive, devastating Concussion Punch straight at Simon’s chest.

There was no time to dodge.

At the very last moment, Simon thrust his enormous, rock-hard man boobs forward to absorb the attack.

THWUUUUMP!

The tremendous impact launched Simon backward like a cannonball. He smashed through one wall, then another, another, another, another, and another before finally crashing into a mountain of garbage bags outside the mall.

CRAAAAASH!

Simon lay motionless among the trash for several seconds. Yet against all odds, he had survived.

His enormous chest muscles had absorbed nearly eighty percent of Raymond’s devastating punch. Had the attack struck any other part of his body, he would have been killed instantly.

His oversized man boobs had saved his life.

Slowly, Simon opened his eyes and gazed up at the blue sky. His entire body ached from the impact, but a faint smile crept across his face.

With his last bit of strength, he whispered weakly.

“I live… to preach another day.”

Then he passed out.

Section 6: The Awakened Hyena

After three days and three nights of destruction across Flushing City, Raymond’s rampage finally came to a halt.

He stood silently among the ruins of Toiletview Mall, surrounded by shattered glass, twisted metal, and piles of broken concrete. His badly wounded body showed every sign of exhaustion, yet his pitch-black eyes remained as lifeless as ever.

As Raymond surveyed the wreckage, something near the destroyed stage caught his attention. It was Kyle, lying flat on his back with all four limbs pointing straight toward the sky. Despite being blasted across the mall by the Holy Nuke, his entire body remained stiff and rigid, perfectly preserving the shape of the Holy Chair.

Raymond approached him, casually picked him up, and flipped him over, placing him firmly back on all fours.

The Holy Chair was back in position.

Without a word, Raymond lowered himself onto Kyle’s back, finally enjoying a much-needed rest.

Meanwhile, on the fiftieth floor of a nearby building, Boss Colin stood beside Michael and Brian before a large window overlooking the devastated Toiletview Mall.

Both Colin and Brian had activated their Golden Eyes, carefully examining the mysterious figure resting among the ruins far below.

Brian leaned forward confidently.

“Boss, want me to head down there and humble that guy a little?”

Colin shook his head.

“Don’t bother. You’d lose.”

Brian blinked in surprise.

“Wait, what?! How did you figure out his power level so fast?! I can’t even get an accurate reading with my Golden Eyes yet!”

Colin folded his arms, his gaze remaining fixed on Raymond.

“Look at him. Three days without sleep, one battle after another, and even a massive explosion couldn’t finish him off. He’s strong, determined, and incredibly hard to kill.”

He paused for a moment, continuing to study Raymond through his Golden Eyes. A hint of amusement appeared on his face.

“Actually, I’d like to recruit him. He looks like a decent guy. And I like the way he looks, too. That mustache, those tiny eyes… I don’t know why, but the guy just looks funny to me!”

Michael adjusted his golden-rimmed glasses, still trying to make sense of Colin’s assessment.

“Boss, just how strong is this guy?”

Colin nodded.

“About as strong as you, Michael. If you two fought one-on-one, I’d call it an even match.”

Brian narrowed his Golden Eyes once more, concentrating harder on Raymond as he tried to determine the man’s true strength.

Colin suddenly smirked.

“Looks like a hyena’s been awakened.”

Michael turned toward him with a puzzled expression.

“A hyena? Boss, isn’t it usually a tiger or a dragon?”

Colin shrugged.

“He’s strong. Just… not that strong. A tiger? A dragon? Nah. I’d say a hyena sounds about right.”

Fifty floors below, surrounded by the shattered remains of Toiletview Mall, Raymond sat peacefully on his newly acquired human chair. After three days and three nights of relentless destruction, he was finally taking a well-deserved rest, allowing his battered body to slowly recover its strength.