“Ah ha ha! Some ‘God of Destruction’ you are! Compared to the real deal, you’re just a two-bit weaaakling!”
“Eeeep!”
As I mocked the terrified old man in front of me—well, I say “I,” but it was actually the goddess currently possessing my new female body—he began to gradually disassemble as though he were made of Lego bricks. That’s not a figure of speech, by the way—he really was disintegrating into tiny blocks without a drop of blood being spilled, starting from his fingers and toes. In fact, his right arm had already completely dispersed up to the shoulder.
I guessed this was the power of spatial magic, the divine blessing I’d been granted.
Let’s pause for a moment to describe the scene: There’s a magnificent, ornate temple. A frail-looking geezer dressed in gaudy and glittering apparel, calling himself the god of destruction, stands in the center. And a plain-looking girl with straight black hair—no more striking than a village NPC at a glance—stands in front of him, harassing him.
A plain-looking girl—in other words, me.
The old man’s eyes, at first lecherously glued to my chest, were now wide with bewilderment and fear. With his remaining arm, he desperately attempted to gather up the flesh-and-blood-colored blocks scattering the floor. Before he could, however, I mercilessly delivered a powerful kick to his chest, sending him through the air as easily as a soccer ball. He slammed into one of the temple’s pillars with a “Gyack!”
“J-Just what kind of monster are you?!” he whimpered. “P-Please, have mercy!”
“Seriously? A little spell like that should be child’s play for the self-proclaimed God of Destruction, right? Oh, what’s that? You can’t recover? Ah ha ha! How pathetic! What a weaaakling! You honestly thought a small fry like you could pass yourself off as my beloved, the real God of Destruction?! Well, you thought wrong, and now it’s time for your divine punishment! BAAAM!”
As an utterly gleeful voice sprang from my mouth, I picked up a piece of debris that had been falling indefinitely through a pair of portals I’d created and smashed it down a hair’s breadth away from the old man, scaring him out of his wits.
“Eeeep! Oh, please, spare me!”
“Ah ha ha! What’s wrong? Not gonna fight back? I don’t mind, you know—do your worst!”