Chapter 494 – It’s Over.
This is the end here.
No more.
So what are you going to do about it?
What on earth can you do?
You idiot.
Seriously, besides cursing, what else can you do?
You fcking dog.
…You’ve probably seen a post online that uses a template like this.
[What happens when the botched “Bocchi the Rock” parody novel arrives?]
“Oh right, there it is, fck*.”
It seemed like the perfect time to use it now.
《Due to an accident, this match is null and void!!!》
《Rematch! We must have a rematch!》
《The Greater Japan Empire has already been declared the winner in articles!!!》
Right away, the commentators started going crazy.
“Rematch, you bastards!!!”
“Japan can’t lose to Korea!”
“Koreans poisoned the Greater Japan Empire!”
“It’s null and void, so give me my money back!!!”
And it wasn’t just craziness before, but the Japanese were crazier than usual.
Only now, when they recovered enough to broadcast properly, the commentators were screaming in agony.
At the same time, the Japanese spectators began pouring out their anger with blatant jeering.
Honestly, it was too ugly.
Claiming the match should be null and void because an accident occurred.
Each one of their attempts to demand a rematch was a sight to see, considering they showed no concern for lives lost at the time.
[So this is what the Hunter Academy looks like.]
‘Right?’
However, reversing the result now was going to be very difficult.
I wasn’t planning to fight anymore, and my physical condition was serious.
Regardless of the match content, thanks to the AI Ninja’s neat acceptance of defeat.
「Oresama has been defeated! Please stop!」
When the AI Ninja attempted to manipulate something with its remaining arm.
I don’t know what it did, but it even displayed my victory on the scoreboard.
It was likely that it directly touched the academy’s data.
[Surprisingly, it has no grudges.]
‘Looks like it’s one of those types that just follows orders.’
If that’s the case, it probably changed Hyeji’s data too.
During the fight, to be honest, I got genuinely pissed a few times.
But looking back now, it wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
At least it respected me minimally compared to those Japanese bastards.
But did the feeling of relief belong only to the AI Ninja?
The commentators and the remaining Japanese spectators started raising their voices in outrage.
This time, however, the direction of their resentment was somewhat specifically defined.
“The outcome shouldn’t be determined by a piece of junk like you!!!”
《Don’t go around calling yourself an AI Ninja from the Greater Japan Empire!》
“You defective piece of junk, how dare you yap at your master!”
《That thing should be thrown away!》
Not at me, but at the AI Ninja.
“You’re anti-national! That thing is anti-national!”
《Zainichi! That guy is Zainichi!》
They even went so far as to hurl accusations of being anti-national without hesitation.
Still, it seemed the AI Ninja anticipated such a backlash to some extent.
It bravely started shaking its severed arm in defiance.
「Oresama is already combat ineffective! Look! Oresama has an arm cut!」
[Suddenly going for a ‘female’ corruption while being male?]
‘That’s why it’s been so quiet, you fcking b*tch.’
Even presenting quite reasonable grounds for its stance.
“What’s just an arm? You can just reattach it! It’s going to run on electricity anyway!”
《Have you not inherited the noble Banzai spirit?》
“If only it weren’t for trash like you, the world would be Japan’s colony!”
《AI Ninja! You are Stone Head! No, Iron Head!》
Of course, there were no idiots foolish enough to buy that nonsense.
The AI Ninja probably had some understanding of the Japanese temper.
Despite fighting for Japan, it must not have expected such mistreatment.
Soon after, the AI Ninja slumped its shoulders and sighed dramatically as if it felt very wronged.
「Min’na… That’s too much… Oresama tried hard…」
“You fought well. Hold your head up, you punk.”
「……Thank you, Human…」
Thanks to that, I found myself in the rather ironic situation of comforting the AI Ninja.
I then patted the AI Ninja’s shoulder, reached my remaining hand out for a handshake.
After all, this was the first time I had such a neatly acknowledged match outcome.
“You did well.”
「…Ah… That was a good lesson.」
Then the AI Ninja took my hand with a sense of disillusionment yet satisfaction.
「But honestly, the end was really dog jot, Ssibal.」
“……Sorry.”
Granted, it squeezed my hand a little too tightly, perhaps still harboring some unresolved bitterness.
Anyway, just as I shook hands a few more times, the thought suddenly struck me.
Isn’t it a bit unsatisfactory to end it like this?
Those Japanese bastards who went crazy thinking they had won the match.
To settle for this might feel just a bit li—meh.
So consider this a minor revenge.
“Let me just ask you something privately.”
「Of course.」
In a manner befitting the Japanese bastards, slightly sinister and petty.
“Are you planning to stay at the Japan Hunter Academy?”
「What does that mean?」
I spoke cautiously to avoid our conversation being broadcasted.
“If you stay like this, won’t you get disposed of?”
「What?! No way! That can’t happen in the Greater Japan Empire!」
The fool didn’t seem to catch on and rather responded loudly.
“Shut up and listen well.”
「No! There’s no value in listening!」
Well, it was a shocking statement for him, so I totally understood.
“Do you really think they’d let a loser walk away well?”
「……Th-that…」
But the more I spoke, the more.
“Murahachiro wouldn’t just let it go; they’d take it to Kejime too.”
「……N-no way… I don’t think they’d go that far…」
Slowly, the AI Ninja began lowering its volume.
[Wouldn’t it be more sensible to make it suffer or turn it into a 1:1 size onahole?]
‘Is that what you should say in a general audience novel, you fcker?’
[…Ah.]
The AI Ninja likely had some awareness of that too.
It was just that it had been trying hard to deny it in hope.
To drive the nail in, I glanced toward the stands.
“Look at that.”
「…….」
The AI Ninja started quietly observing the Japanese spectators in the stands.
A sight of relentless jeering and insults, far too much for one AI Ninja to handle.
Each time the AI Ninja turned its head, the intensity of the contempt only grew, never decreased.
As a result, I got the feeling the lens of the AI Ninja darkened slightly.
“Do you really think those bastards are ‘people’?”
「…….」
It probably got quite unsettled by the scene reflected in the lens.
“Despite being created, can you call them parents?”
「…….」
In a way, it was a perfectly predictable response.
I mean, I wasn’t the target of their disdain, yet even I found it very serious.
The shock that the AI Ninja experienced, representing them in battle, went beyond what it could express from just what it had learned.
“Or do you still regard them as ‘people’?”
「….No…」
Well, with the table set, I decided to go all in.
“Are you going to be disposed of by those who aren’t even human?”
「….No…! I will become Itachi…!」
With that, the AI Ninja’s emotions started straining through.
“I’m going to blow up the 3rd Nuclear and turn Japan into an apocalypse!”
The AI Ninja, asking to turn Japan into an apocalypse using nuclear power.
But upon hearing that, I immediately shook my head.
“No, that method is wrong.”
「Why?」
Well, it made sense.
“That’s not very AI-like, is it?”
「Ah…」
It wasn’t an AI’s way.
Certainly, setting off a nuclear bomb is effective.
But that’s something even a human can do; it’s kind of lame.
If the AI Ninja seeks revenge, it should utilize the strengths of being AI as much as possible.
“What do you think AI-style revenge would be?”
「Mol?Lu…」
I pointed to the Japanese spectators with my thumb, smirking a bit.
“Turn all those hunters into grandmothers.”
「No!!! I didn’t train to draw for such an abyss!」
Of course, the AI Ninja vehemently opposed my idea.
“But this will definitely bring about Japan’s apocalypse.”
「Y…Yes.」
The AI Ninja slowly began to acknowledge my words, suppressing its heightened emotions.
I decided to escalate its feelings further, aiming to bring true ruin to those Japanese.
“Imagine it! The sudden ‘evil’ rising on the face! The historic moment created through a nonexistent ‘phantom phobia’ via just a single ‘dot’! Grandmothers glowing RGB like a gaming rig!”
「N, No… It’s… an AI… It can’t do that…!」
But maybe the AI Ninja still retained some humanity.
Or perhaps it felt burdened with achieving it by its own hands.
Closing its lens with one hand, it expressed a negative opinion against my extreme remarks.
“It’s not weird; consider the oil of your ethnicity! I will give you strength!”
「But… Oresama is just an AI…」
I could keep pressing it, but going too far with the whip would backfire.
It would lead to ruining the AI Ninja.
So it was time to hand out some carrots instead.
I leaned closer to the AI Ninja holding the lens, whispering softly just for it to hear.
“Ninja, do it for me.”
Then I extended my fist towards the AI Ninja with a nostalgic smile.
It was very slow, but more straightforward than anything else.
“Become the grandmother punch.”
The moment those words ended, the AI Ninja swept away its hand covering the lens.
The lens revealed, beginning to shine a bit differently.
It shone red, yet endlessly dark.
[Kim Shinwoo… He is a god…!]
‘Right?’
[You absolute idiot, you fcking dog.]
Then the AI Ninja slowly reached out its remaining hand towards me.
When I placed my mobile phone on it, the AI Ninja embraced it carefully, as if it were a magic board, treating it with utmost care.
「To all Japanese people…Death…!」
And it started to unleash smoke all over its body, beginning to vanish from the spot.
In the space it occupied, it left only an emotional voice and a switch for summoning.
「Sayonara! If you need help, contact me, Human…. No, Shinwoo-san…!」
‘The title of “human” has upgraded to “Shinwoo.”‘
[That’s a drop down.]
‘Sht.*’
What a splendid farewell fitting for a Nihonjin slayer!
