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CHAPTER 26 - Indestructible.
(Pov- Daniel.)
"…Huh?"
Yeah, yeah, I'm definitely very confused right now. I thought the dictator would have some mystical, divine power—like reality control, mind control, or turning things into something completely different. But this… this is not what I imagined at all.
"Human matter transformation?"
I don't think he just means he can change his own body into another material. A power that simple couldn't possibly terrify the entire world. Maybe he can change bodies from a distance.
"What do you mean by 'human matter transformation'?"
"Let me explain. Froulen has the power to turn any human matter that comes into contact with him into an extremely hard black material. That material is harder than diamond—harder than anything else in this world," Bravo said.
"He's indestructible. He has never taken a single scratch," Nismei added.
"Exactly. Plus, he can reshape that material however he wants—turn his arms into blades, for example."
…Okay? Wow, wow… I don't get it.
How did he manage to conquer the country with that power? Couldn't they just trap and seal him? Can he control that material from a distance?
"Can he turn human body parts into that material? Is that his power?"
"Yes, he can turn both his own body and any human parts touching him into that material."
I… still can't picture someone like that being feared by the entire world. How did he manage to put the whole planet under his heel?
"How did he conquer this country?"
The more I know about him, the better. I'm starting to underestimate him, and I don't want that. I need to know everything.
"I'll give you the short version."
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Froulen was born into a world where powers were common, but not everyone had them, and those who didn't were seen as inferior—unevolved beings. But Froulen wasn't one of those kids; he did have a power. He didn't suffer a difficult childhood; he was a normal boy, like any other.
From a young age, he was a calm and thoughtful child, very different from the others his age. While the rest played at being heroes or villains, imitating the real ones, Froulen preferred to spend hours reading books or drawing in his notebook. He wasn't interested in running around or pretending to save the world; he just wanted to enjoy life his own way.
His parents, though not rich, supported him in everything. His mother was a loving woman who always made his favorite food, and his father, a hardworking man, taught him the value of effort and discipline. Froulen adored them, and they adored him. But there was something about the boy that made him different—something even he didn't fully understand.
At school, Froulen wasn't popular. The other kids thought he was "weird" because he didn't share their interests. While they talked about superpowers and epic fights, he preferred books and art. That made him a target for mockery and jokes, but Froulen never fought back—not because he was a coward, but because he simply didn't care what they thought. Besides, if anyone ever tried to hit him, he could just activate his power and feel no pain or damage, so no one ever dared. He had a normal childhood, without pain. He may have had slightly peculiar tastes—like his love for books and art—but he never truly suffered.
However, there was one thing he cared about more than anything: his family. Froulen loved his parents more than life itself and did everything he could to make them happy. He helped with chores, got good grades, and always tried to be the perfect son. But as he grew older, he began to realize there was something about him that didn't fit his parents' expectations.
When Froulen entered adolescence, he started feeling things he didn't understand. He realized he wasn't attracted to girls the way the other boys his age were. Instead, he felt uncomfortable whenever they talked about romance or dating. At first he thought it was temporary—that maybe he was just too young to understand those feelings.
But over time, he faced the truth: he was gay. He never blamed the books or the art; those things didn't make him gay. It just… happened.
This discovery filled him with confusion and fear. In his world, even though powers were common, society still harbored deep prejudices. Being gay wasn't openly accepted, and Froulen knew that, although his parents loved him, they wouldn't understand.
In that world, being gay was a sentence to rejection—because homosexuality had never been accepted here. Every past attempt to gain acceptance had been crushed with death. Even now, there were cases of people murdered just for being openly gay.
He tried to hide his feelings, but it was impossible. One day, his mother found him crying in his room. After much insistence, Froulen told her the truth. His mother, though shocked, tried to be understanding. She told him she loved him no matter what, but also warned him that his father wouldn't react the same way.
And she was right.
He didn't want to hide anything from his family, so he decided to tell his father too.
When his father found out, the reaction was devastating. He didn't yell or hit him, but the contempt in his eyes was enough to shatter Froulen's heart.
"I can't accept this," his father said in a cold, distant voice.
For the first time, he was being looked at the way others looked at people without powers. For the first time, he was seen as inferior—and he hated that feeling.
"You're my son, but this… this isn't right."
And his mother… she never defended him.
She tried to be understanding, yes—but only tried. She couldn't keep pretending it didn't disgust her. And in the end, Froulen received a look of disgust and contempt from his own mother.
Because of one "mistake," he received rejection from the parents he loved so much. One single mistake was enough to ruin years of love.
Froulen tried to explain, tried to make them understand, but it was useless. After a long and painful argument, his parents threw him out. At just 16 years old, Froulen found himself alone on the streets—no money, nowhere to go, and a broken heart.
The first days on the streets were hell. Froulen wasn't used to the harsh life of a homeless person. He went hungry, cold, and afraid. He slept in parks or alleys, ate from trash cans, and tried to stay unnoticed. But the worst part wasn't the hunger or the cold—it was the loneliness.
Froulen missed his parents, missed his home. Even though they had thrown him out, he still loved them. But he knew he could never go back. Not while he was who he was.
Eventually, he got a job as a cashier in a small store. It was humble work, but it let him survive. However, Froulen wasn't perfect. One day he made a mistake: he gave a customer two dollars too much in change. The store owner, furious, fired him on the spot.
Jobless and penniless again, Froulen ended up back on the streets. Because of one mistake, he lost everything once more. And this time it was worse. People ignored him when he begged, or mocked him. But the worst was yet to come.
One night, while sleeping in an alley, a group of teenagers found him. They beat him mercilessly, laughing and mocking his situation. Why did they do it? Pure malice—the first steps of future villains.
As the punches and kicks rained down on him, Froulen remembered every one of his mistakes. The mistakes that had condemned him to suffering. Being thrown out of home, losing his job, living in misery. All his pain, because of simple mistakes.
Physical pain mixed with emotional pain, and something inside him snapped.
In that moment of rage and despair, Froulen's power fully awakened. Before, he could only turn his own body into that black material. But now, something changed. When one of the teens hit him, Froulen blocked the blow with his hands turned into the black material, ready to defend himself. But this time, something else happened.
The instant the fist touched him, the boy turned into a black statue.
He didn't fully understand what had happened, but he had no time to process it.
The other teens, terrified, tried to run, but Froulen, seeking revenge, caught them one by one. With every touch, he turned them into statues. When it was over, the alley was filled with silent black figures. Breathing heavily, Froulen realized what he had done.
He had killed. For the first time in his life, he had done something wrong—but… he felt no remorse. He felt power. He felt… superior. And that feeling became addictive. He wanted more.
After that night, Froulen decided he would never again allow anyone to humiliate him or make him feel inferior. He began using his power to survive—but he didn't want to just survive. He wanted to dominate. He remembered every mistake, every failure that had led him there, and set one simple, unbreakable rule: "No failures allowed."
To him, a mistake was weakness, and weakness had no place in his world. He began recruiting followers—not through loyalty or admiration, but through fear. He forced every criminal to obey him. Those who refused, those who failed, those who made mistakes—he turned them into black statues.
This rule applied not only to others, but to himself. Froulen became merciless, perfecting both his power and his strategy. He could not afford to fail, because a single mistake could cost him everything.
And today, Froulen is the most feared man in the world.
No one can hurt him. No one can stop him.
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(Pov- Daniel.)
Wow, wow. So he really can control that material from a distance.
Froulen can turn people into lifeless statues, but if he wants, he can grant them mobility—living statues—and even as living statues, they could still use their powers. His earliest followers could fight, use their abilities, and take no damage. With his indestructible army growing day by day, Froulen conquered the country in just two years.
He's 73 now, and has been in power for 50 years. Wow, wow.
Well, with an indestructible army, anyone could conquer a country.
Ah… This world was homophobic, and it cost him dearly. And yes, "was," because Froulen now condemns discrimination against homosexuals. At least he did one thing right.
Maybe he did it so his "mistake" would no longer be seen as a mistake.
But that doesn't mean he isn't a son of a— No, no, Daniel, no swearing.
Ah… He's done so much harm, and he has to pay for it.
"Indestructible… I guess attacking him with my sword would be useless."
"It's way too hard. It's impossible to hurt him, and you'd only hurt yourself."
"What if I grab him by the arm, fly really far away, and drop him?"
"He'd survive. When he's in that state, nothing can happen to him. If the material doesn't break, he takes no damage. Plus, he'd kill you instantly."
Oh, right, I forgot that part of his power. I can't let him touch me, or I'm a dead man.
"What if we throw him into a volcano with lava?"
"Last year he used volcano lava as a swimming pool just to prove he's invincible. He even had his own son attack him with his power. The elimination spheres didn't affect him at all."
Really? From what I heard, those spheres instantly erase anything. Is he that indestructible?
"Drown him in the ocean?"
"When he's transformed into that material, practically everything inside him becomes the same substance—so he doesn't need to breathe or eat. He's basically living hard matter."
Shit, his power really is ridiculously overpowered.
"How can something like that even be alive…? The powers in this world are truly incredible."
I have to come up with something to at least hurt him a little. Maybe I could… Could… Ugh.
So far, all I've done is fight with my sword. I still haven't learned offensive spells. Maybe I could use the "Create" spell and turn him into water, but I don't think that works on living people.
Let's see… Vels, Bolflou… Ugh, I need my perfect memory back! I only remember a few spells! I'm screwed!
C-come on, Daniel, think!
"H-how long until we get there?"
"One hour."
Okay, that's enough time to think. Attack from a distance and never let him touch me… Ah, what the hell did I get myself into?
I open the window and look at myself in the rear-view mirror. Wow, wow. Daniel, are you seriously doing this? We're heading straight for an indestructible enemy. How am I supposed to beat someone like that?
Hmm. I look at my red eye… Too many doubts in my head.
Why do I have this eye? Does it have a purpose? Is it part of my magic? I guess I'll figure it out later—because right now I have no time! Come on, Daniel, come up with a strategy!
…That fly is still there. I know you're just playing with us, old man… Playing…? Playing…
Maybe…
"Bravo, stop the car. I need to use the bathroom."
"Huh?"
We can't waste time.
"No, don't stop—keep going, I'll catch up soon. I order you. Muslar asio."
I jumped out of the moving vehicle and ran toward some trees. Wow, I kept my balance. Wow, wow. Jumping out of a moving car felt awesome.
"Daniel?!" Nismei shouted, leaning out the window.
Sorry, I'll be right back.
I ran, getting off the main road. I stop and… here it comes.
The fly is watching me from a distance. I wave at it. Come on, come closer—I know you're dying to talk to me.
"What? Not gonna say hi, dictator?"
The fly approaches… Wow, wow. A hologram appeared in front of me. It looks a bit outdated, pixelated—not very realistic. This world still has a long way to go to reach my world's tech level, and if my world is the world of technology, I doubt they'll ever catch up.
The dictator, sitting in a chair. Wow, wow. He looks so… elegant.
They told me he was refined, but this is… Wow, wow… I'm speechless.
I always imagined dictators as crude, fat slobs, but this man is elegance personified. Interesting.
"I wanted to introduce myself in person, but I see you're a young man in a hurry."
"I just wanted to, you know, make a deal with you."
"A deal?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with interest.
I hope this works.
"Want to join me?"
"Nah, not interested. I'll get straight to the point. You and me, one-on-one. What do you say? No teammates, no living statues. Just you and me, man to man."
If I fight him alone, I'll have a better chance of avoiding his touch. If his statue army attacks me all at once, there's no way I dodge everything.
Froulen leaned back in his chair, as if considering my proposal. Then he let out a soft, almost mocking laugh.
"Interesting. You don't waste time, do you? You show up and immediately want to face me. I'll give you a round of applause for that."
"I just don't like wasting time, that's all. So?"
Froulen leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze intensified, as if analyzing every detail of my face.
"You don't know anything about me, do you? I never use statues in my own fights—I don't need them. I'll defeat you myself and…"
"And what?"
I interrupted, trying to keep control of the conversation.
"You'll turn me into one of your statues? Or just kill me and be done with it?"
Froulen smiled, but this time there was something else in his expression—something I couldn't read. What do you really want out of life? Fun? To keep feeling superior?
"You're brave, I'll give you that. But bravery without strategy is just stupidity. Do you really think you can beat me, Daniel? Do you think you're strong enough?"
"I don't know. But I'm willing to try."
Froulen leaned back again, crossing his legs elegantly.
"Very well," he said in a tone that sounded almost amused.
Oh yeah, you're definitely going to have fun with me, you son of a bitch. Lots of fun.
"I accept your challenge. But let me warn you, Daniel—I'm not like those second-rate villains you've faced before. I am the most powerful man in this world, and I have no intention of losing."
Generic statement. I expected something more elegant and cool from you.
"We'll see about that," I said, trying to sound more confident than I actually felt.
Froulen smiled again.
"I'll be waiting for you at my fortress," he said, his tone almost like an invitation.
"Start preparing the snacks, drinks, alcohol, and your will. Not too much alcohol—I don't drink."
He narrowed his eyes at me, still smiling.
"Don't keep me waiting too long."
Before I could reply, the hologram vanished, and the fly dropped dead to the ground.
I stood there in silence for a moment, processing the conversation.
"…Vels," I muttered, activating the speed spell.
I started running until I caught up with the car and jumped in through the window.
"Daniel, what happened?" Nismei asked.
"Nothing, don't worry."
Did they seriously not know they were being spied on? Did they really think the dictator didn't know where the base was?
The dictator knows everything. He's watching us. The only reason he hasn't done anything is because he sees this organization as useless—not a real threat.
I don't want to crush their hopes, so I won't tell them.
We left the forest, and I turned to look at Nismei.
"Are you sure you want to fight?"
She nodded.
"Yes, I'm completely sure. After all, I'll die even if I don't fight."
"Wow, wow. Well… Any ideas on how to kill the dictator?"
"Sorry, nothing comes to mind."
"That's okay…"
"But I'll think of something. I don't believe he's truly invincible."
I smiled at her. I don't believe it either.
"Thank you so much."
Her pupils turned into little hearts. So cute.
Wow, wow. She's really pretty. And her body is pretty interesting… Huh?
Something just… flashed through my mind…
I quickly shook my head.
"Every power must have a weakness," I said, trying to ignore what I'd just imagined.
I pictured myself… having sex with her. In my mind I saw her naked, on all fours.
…Before, thinking about stuff like that made me really nervous, but right now I feel… normal.
What's happening to me?