Miguel lands before his next few opponents within a bar, crackling his neck proudly.
Miguel pridefully bows his head, sternly looking like a ferocious feline prowling for its prey. "KRRRYEAH!!!"
Miguel protects several children behind him by catching the bullets. "Superman, KRRYEAH!!!"
One bullet manages to shoot the jukebox, playing "It's Raining Men" while he beats up several of the opponents.
At sheer speeds, three of his opponents were tossed out like garbage from the bar. One, two, and three, broken jaw, arms, and knees.
Miguel sneers happily, preparing to hammer his fists down their throats, even killing some of them.
Miguel climbs the bar's upstairs in search of his next few enemies.
He dodges the next few bullets and beats down his last enemy.
"Alright, which of you am I gonna have to bring to a climax?" asked Miguel, as the guards snickered and giggled.
"What'd you just say?"
"Climax. Which of you will I make 'em beat all over me?"
The guards snicker again.
"Say that again."
Miguel somewhat realizes it went over his head and decides to burn the guards away with a blast from his Hell Fire.'"Mhm." He smacks his lips. "Raspberry."
Suddenly, Miguel began hearing something crawling through the vents.
This person... is praying.
Praying to their god.
This person is revealed to be a regular Human who falls to the floor before Miguel.
Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.
This person... is Blind.
"Whoa! And who are you?" smiled Miguel.
The person just stared at Miguel. They seem to be... listening... No... They are listening intently, They seem to be blankly staring, but Miguel sees that they're blind.
Miguel, rather than underestimating his opponent like many others, he fears them. "U-Uh. Yo. What's with ya?"
"My name is Migera Ibarra."
"Ah. Variant. Right. Well, you're beautiful."
"I don't need to see to know that."
"Didn't imply that. Anyway, I can see-... Look at the bright-... Tch-... I mean... Don't lose sight of your-... Wow. I am... terrible at this."
She giggles. "You're hilarious."
"That I am. I am Miguel Ibarra. I am going to be the greatest hero of the Multiverse."
"And I don't seem to care. You see, Miguel."
Miguel sighs and facepalms.
"I am codenamed the High Priestess... And if you look closely..."
Miguel groans.
"WILL YOU STOP THAT!?!?"
"Sorry."
Suddenly, they begin screaming and Miguel's face literally inverts. His eyes become his nose and his nose becomes his mouth and his mouth becomes his ears and his ears become his eyes. He grabs his face and screams in horror.
"This... This is my power... Of manipulating reality's vibrations..." they smiled. "Each quantum string being strum by me and me alone. I am the most powerful being in the Multiverse. And you dare stand before me?"
"OH MY GOD... I CAN SEE GOD!!!" he roared. "I ALSO SEE SATAN'S BALDING SPOT!!!! OH GOD!!!"
"They laugh. "Pathetic. Huh!?" They felt astonished, seeing Miguel's face shift back to normal by sheer force of faith and will.
They are terrified. "No one can challenge my faith. NO ONE!!!"
"Look, lady. I have some suggested readings for you... Surviving Narcissism. Keeping Close to Macchiavelli: A Look Into the Mind of the Macchiavellian Complex."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Also please find God."
They flick their fingers as he is tossed away by her sound waves, and Miguel humorously crashes into the wall, but he shockingly doesn't need to regenerate. He just brushes off the dust from his shoulder and proudly stands.They continues warping reality and mangling his body.
"COME ON!!! COME ON!!!"
Miguel, however, breaks all of his bones and proceeds to create makeshift legs from his innards and lumps of flesh and boine, reshaping himself into a grotesque piece of bloody flesh and bones before reforming into his Aswang form, and his Human form, and punching them in the face.
Miguel whips his arms to fix how his hands move and regains his ability to move his fingers.
"What the hell are you?"
"I am Miguel Ibarra! The Prince of Aswangs!!!" he smiled, with unwavering optimism and likely a touch of psychopathy.
In terror, they scream at him, over and over but Miguel just tanks it each time reality warps and turns his body into various objects, such as bubbles, acid, rain, or dark matter, before proceeding to beat her up and snap her neck, killing her.
Miguel smiles in relief. "Awehsomeh!!!"