As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra-Chapter 148: Final Slaughter

Vorgath stared up at Damian through his remaining eye, blood pouring from his severed arm and ruined face, his massive body slumped in defeat.

But instead of begging for mercy or cursing his killer, the Giant commander did something unexpected.

He laughed.

"Hahahahaha..."

A low, rumbling sound that carried genuine amusement despite the pain.

"Don’t kill me yet, human. Let me watch."

His voice was weak but clear.

"Let me watch as you slaughter the rest of my army. Let me see the monster you’ve become."

Damian’s eyes narrowed, but he lowered his axe slightly.

"Why would I grant you that?"

"Because I want to see their faces when they realize they’re going to die. I want to see the fear in my warriors who thought themselves invincible. I want to see how many of them have the guts of a warrior."

Vorgath coughed, blood bubbling from his lips.

"Call it curiosity... You’ve beaten me. You’ve proven yourself the superior among us. So show me. Show me what kind of a monster has taken birth among the humans."

Damian studied the Giant’s face, searching for tricks or deception.

But he found only genuine interest mixed with resignation.

"Fine... Watch all you want."

He turned toward the assembled Giant army, hundreds of warriors who stood frozen, watching their commander’s defeat with dawning horror.

"All of you... You came here to hunt humans. To establish a foothold for invasion into our world."

Damian’s voice carried across the clearing, enhanced by his Aura to reach every warrior.

"But you made a mistake. You trapped yourselves in here with me. And now I’m going to show you what happens when you kill my people."

The translucent flames of his Slaughter Intent erupted higher and brighter, wrapping his entire body in that ethereal fire.

"RUN IF YOU WANT! FIGHT IF YOU DARE! IT WON’T MATTER! YOU’RE ALL DEAD ALREADY!"

For a moment, complete silence spread throughout the portal world.

Surviving humans watched as a single tiny human teenager stood in front of hundreds of giants as he threatened them!

The same giants that had ripped almost all the other humans apart effortlessly!

After some time, the Giants moved.

Not away from him... but towards him!

"ROOOAAARRRR!!!!"

Hundreds of warriors charged simultaneously, their pride and warrior culture not allowing them to flee even in the face of certain death.

They would die fighting! That was the Giant way!

Damian’s face broke into a massive grin as he met their charge.

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[The Final Slaughter]

What followed wasn’t a battle. It was an execution.

Damian moved through the Giant army like death personified, his axe never stopping, his body constantly in motion, his skills flowing together seamlessly.

Abyssal Slaughter and Devourer Body Art ran simultaneously, each kill feeding into the next with his power growing with every consumption.

A D rank Giant’s head came off with a single strike.

A C rank warrior lost both legs to horizontal swings, then his head to the follow-up.

Damian grabbed another Giant’s throat, his enhanced strength crushing windpipe and spine, then tossed the corpse into three more warriors, bowling them over.

His telekinesis ripped a massive boulder from the ground and hurled it like a cannonball, the stone crushing five Giants in its path.

Sonic Blink let him appear and disappear unpredictably, always attacking from unexpected angles, never staying still long enough to be hit by the coordinated attacks.

A Giant’s hammer came down where Damian had been milliseconds before.

He was already behind the warrior, his axe opening the spine from neck to hip, dropping the Giant instantly.

Another swung an axe at head-height.

Damian ducked, drove his fist into the Giant’s knee joint with enough force to shatter the armor and the bone beneath, then took the head while the warrior was falling.

Macro Vision showed him attack patterns before they fully developed, letting him dodge with minimal movement, conserving energy while his enemies exhausted themselves.

His Slaughter Intent pulsed outward continuously, the mental pressure wearing down Giant warriors whose species had evolved for physical strength rather than mental fortitude.

They grew slower, more hesitant and less coordinated as time went by.

And every hesitation was met by instant death.

Damian didn’t just kill.

Every few kills, he would grab a corpse’s arm or leg, bite into the flesh, chew and swallow while moving, his Devourer Body Art processing them even in the middle of combat.

His strength grew, his speed increased and his stamina seemed infinite.

The watching survivors – both human and the paralyzed Vorgath – could only stare in horror and awe as Damian systematically dismantled an army.

"HAVE MERCY!"

One warrior tried to surrender, dropping to his weapon with his hands raised.

Damian’s axe took his head anyway.

"No mercy or prisoners. You came here to exterminate us. Now experience what extermination actually looks like."

The Giants began to break psychologically.

Some tried to run despite their warrior culture screaming against it.

Damian hunted them down, his enhanced speed letting him overtake even the fastest Giants, his axe ending them before they made it fifty meters.

Others tried to fight in coordinated groups, their military training asserting itself.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Damian used telekinesis to scatter them, throwing trees and boulders to break formations, then cut through them individually.

A few tried to hide among their fallen comrades’ corpses.

But Damian’s Macro Vision detected them easily.

No hiding place existed!

The slaughter continued for nearly two hours.

Hundreds of Giants reduced to corpses littering the clearing and surrounding forest.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

By the end, Damian was walking among the dead, his body covered in so much blood that his skin tone was completely hidden, his crimson hair matted and dark.

But he was still standing!

"..."

The ten human survivors watched from the cave entrance, their expressions mixing relief with horror with something approaching terror.

’What an absolute abomination!’

Commander Vorgath watched through his remaining eye, his face showing grudging respect mixed with genuine fear.

Damian walked back to where the Giant commander lay, his axe dragging through pools of blood, leaving a trail.

"...Did you enjoy the show, Commander?"

His voice was almost friendly.

Vorgath coughed, more blood bubbling from his lips.

"How does it feel? Watching your soldiers die? Watching an army get exterminated by a single enemy?"

"...You already know how it feels."

Vorgath’s voice was barely above a whisper.

"You watched your people die during your first engagement with one of my teams... You understand exactly what I’m experiencing now."

Damian nodded slowly.

"Your invasion failed completely because you underestimated what desperation and necessity can transform a person into."

He sat down heavily beside the Giant, exhaustion finally catching up despite his enhanced stamina.

"I’ve exterminated your entire force. Every single warrior who entered this portal is dead. Your invasion plan failed before it even began."

"You’re an abomination."

Vorgath’s voice carried no heat, just stating fact.

"Consuming sentient species. Integrating their genetics into your own body. That’s beyond warfare. That’s crossing fundamental boundaries that every species respects."

"Cut the bullshit."

Damian interrupted, his voice flat.

"It’s not like Monster species don’t eat humans. Multiple species consume human flesh either for sustenance or entertainment purposes.

Don’t pretend there’s some universal moral standard that I violated when your kind would happily do the same if positions were reversed."

Vorgath fell silent, unable to argue that point.

Then his remaining eye shifted toward where the human survivors stood, and something calculating entered his expression.

"Even if I’m bullshitting... will your own people ever accept what you’ve become?"

Damian followed his gaze to see Ryan, Marcus, Isaac, Thomas, and the other six survivors standing together, their faces pale, their expressions showing clear fear despite their relief at surviving.

They looked at Damian like he was something dangerous, something wrong...

Something that needed to be kept at a distance.

Even Marcus, who’d fought alongside him from the beginning, couldn’t quite meet his eyes directly.

Damian stared at them for a long moment, reading their body language and their micro-expressions, seeing the truth they couldn’t hide.

’They’re afraid of me. Grateful for being saved, yes. But also genuinely terrified of what I’ve become.’

He looked away from them, his gaze moving upward to the strange black clouds that filled this portal world’s sky.

"Does it matter how anyone sees me?"

His voice was quiet and introspective.

"I’m no saint. I know that better than anyone. I’ve killed more humans than I can count. I’ve built criminal empires, ordered executions and crossed every moral line society draws."

He took a slow breath.

"I don’t seek anyone’s validation. I don’t need their approval or acceptance.

I do whatever is necessary to survive and protect what’s mine. That’s the only principle that matters to me."