CHAPTER 30.5 - Daniel vs The Dictator. Part 4.
Everyone in the city is witnessing the fight, yes, but not just them. Everyone—absolutely everyone—in the world, in every city, in every small town, everyone is witnessing the fight. Until this day, everyone believed that Froulen only had power over a single country and that he didn't seem interested in conquering others, but this has confirmed what everyone feared would happen: he has always had control over the entire world all along.
His personal technology, his great artificial intelligence, has taken over every technological system present in the world. At any second he wanted, he could cut off electricity to any country, detonate every bomb and missile in military bases, expose the biggest and darkest secrets of every government. He can do all of that with just one word, but up to this moment, he hasn't done it. Even right now, he is only using that technology so that everyone in the world can witness his fight against the most interesting human who has ever appeared before him.
In the major metropolises, people stop in the crowded streets, looking up at the giant advertising screens that have suddenly been hacked to broadcast the battle live. In remote mountain villages of the Andes, entire families gather around old radios that inexplicably tune into the signal, describing every blow and every word with supernatural clarity. In government offices, world leaders watch with pale faces, their security systems collapsed, forced to witness the spectacle. Not a single device escapes: televisions, phones, computers, even smartwatches—all display the same image, the same amplified voice of Froulen and Daniel's gasps. It is a brutal reminder of his absolute dominance.
What does Froulen really want to achieve? Is there some deeper reason behind his actions? Why did he settle for just one country? What motivates him? Until this moment, it seemed he only wanted people to fear him, to see him as someone impossible to reach. Someone superior in every aspect.
Perhaps he enjoyed watching how everyone in the world prepared daily to defend themselves against him, constantly improving all their defenses without fail. Knowing that, with just his presence, he filled everyone in the world with fear and panic. Maybe that feeling was enough for him.
And right now, he is experiencing the greatest sense of happiness he hasn't felt in a very long time. His artificial intelligence warns him second by second that Daniel has become his greatest threat in the world, and this fight confirms it.
Daniel, the boy impossible to hurt.
"Hahahahahaha! You're incredible, young man!"
Froulen laughed out loud while receiving Daniel's powerful sword attacks. A sword capable of slicing a demon in half without the slightest difficulty cannot leave even a scratch on the dictator. His infinite resistance was no exaggeration.
Daniel's sword is not just any weapon; it is a magical weapon from another world, made for one of the three chosen ones to wield, a chosen one with the mission of saving all existing worlds. And not even such a powerful and unique weapon can leave a scratch on the dictator.
"Come on! Hit me harder!" Froulen shouted, spreading his arms wide.
Daniel gritted his teeth and delivered another diagonal slash with all his strength. The impact threw him several meters backward, leaving his arms trembling violently.
Froulen, for his part, was launched backward due to the massive pushing force, but he felt absolutely nothing and just laughed while getting back up as if nothing had happened.
"Is this all the great magical warrior from another world has? I thought you'd be more entertaining! Don't disappoint me!"
"Shut up!" Daniel said between gasps.
He left his desperation behind and focused. If he let himself be provoked, he might make a mistake that would cost him instant death.
"I'm not here to entertain you."
"Oh, but you are!"
Froulen brushed the dust off his shoulders with a mocking smile.
"The whole world is watching, little hero. Don't you feel the pressure? Billions of eyes on you and me. Isn't it exciting?"
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Daniel screamed, dropping to his knees for an instant.
"Does it hurt? How cute! Look, I don't feel anything. Not even a tickle. Do you know how boring that is after so many years? You, on the other hand—you do feel. You bleed. You get tired. You suffer. That's beautiful."
Daniel slowly stood up, breathing heavily. Was he finally suffering the consequences of the fight? No, because the real reason behind his scream wasn't pain, but… a much more ridiculous reason.
"Everyone is watching me! How embarrassing! Don't think about that now, Daniel! Please, don't think about that!" he thought, with the most serious expression possible, but his trembling body told a different story.
He knew everyone in the city was watching him, and he had already mentally prepared for that situation, but now that he knows the entire world is watching too, his shyness came out of its cave and he can no longer contain it.
And since practically no one really knows him, they think he's trembling with fear, drastically reducing the little confidence they had in him.
"Cute little thing," Froulen said, winking at him.
The kinetic energy of the attacks transfers as pure pushing force, unable to penetrate Froulen, who receives the full momentum of every strike. Daniel's arms absorb the brutal impact; he feels a tremendous jolt in his shoulders, elbows, and wrists, like hitting an anvil with a giant hammer at full speed. His entire body is thrown backward several meters, falling to the ground and getting up almost immediately.
Strong pain in his arms and back, muscle tremors, numbness in his hands. So far, Daniel is the only one suffering damage despite not having received a single direct hit. But even so, the pain only lasts a few seconds before disappearing. The effect of the "Muslar asio" spell? Possibly.
Another attack from Daniel sends the dictator flying like a tennis ball, with immense power that destroys everything in its path, while Daniel's arms tense up and he cries from the pain. After all, he isn't a warrior who has trained his whole life; he's not used to pain. He's just an ordinary boy being forced to fight as if he had decades of experience.
But thanks to the pain disappearing, he can keep going and keep fighting. If that weren't the case, the situation would be very different. Almost too convenient for him, but he has no time to think about it. Every time he attacks, Froulen comes back to attack him.
The area is a complete disaster. Again and again, Daniel attacks and destroys everything in his path. Collapsed buildings, destroyed businesses, streets torn to pieces. Everything in his way suffers the consequences.
Daniel feels guilty; he's taking away homes and businesses from families who struggle every day to get by, but he quickly pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on Froulen.
There was no time for regrets. He can't hold back. He can't limit himself. A single mistake would cost him his life.
Once again they stand face to face, but neither attacks. Froulen doesn't attack, so Daniel simply stays still, waiting for any warning sign to react.
The whole world watches in anticipation, because for the first time they are witnessing such a peculiar "hero." Froulen is unable to touch him, but Daniel is unable to hurt him. Who will be the first to give in?
Time passes, and after ten long seconds of silently staring at each other, the first to break the silence is Daniel.
"You really are tough."
"Sorry, it's just that you're very handsome," Froulen replies, receiving a disappointed sigh from Daniel.
Is this really Froulen's personality? Yes and no. In normal situations, he prefers to act seriously and with authority, commanding respect, but right now he's having so much fun that he lets himself be carried away by the emotion. He says whatever he wants just to annoy Daniel, to make him furious, to see what he's truly capable of.
"Seriously? That's the best you've got?"
Froulen shrugged with a childish smile.
"What do you want me to say? You're prettier when you're angry. Those little eyes shining with rage…"
He begins slowly and erotically sucking on his fingers one by one, filling Daniel with extreme discomfort due to the sudden change in atmosphere.
"Yummy, yummy. Delicious."
"You're insane," Daniel said, adjusting his grip on the sword.
"Insane, genius, tyrant, my love. Call me whatever you want. But admit it—you've never fought someone like me before."
"Yeah, that's true. I've never fought someone I couldn't hurt."
Froulen burst into laughter.
"Exactly! Isn't it fascinating? I can't touch you and you can't hurt me. We're made for each other. Two immortals playing at being mortals."
"I'm not immortal, and you're just an old man who refuses to die, but soon you will. Whether by my hand or by time."
Froulen's smile twisted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Old, yes. But still beautiful, don't you think?"
Daniel didn't answer. Instead, he took a step forward.
"You've got good reflexes, kid. I can't even graze you. Are they all as powerful as you in your magical world?"
Daniel doesn't want to talk because the longer time passes, the more people will die, but he decides to keep the conversation going. Why? He's tired and wants to catch his breath while trying to think of more strategies.
Magical attacks like Bloflou? Tempting, but if it didn't work, he would waste a lot of energy that could be used to keep moving. His only real hope was definitely: to push Froulen to the limit of his endurance.
"Before coming to this world, I was defeated by demons—real demons. Not earthly monsters called demons, not myths or exaggerations. Real demons that came out of hell. Paradise, hell, Gods—those concepts are real."
Words full of truth. The existence of hell and paradise, confirmed by a being from another world.
Of course, there are millions of people who don't believe Daniel is from another world, but it is definitely common sense that no one can have so many different powers. Daniel's existence is inexplicable from a scientific standpoint. Such a massive evolution is impossible for humans who only developed powers about 200 years ago. The species adapts to its environment, powers have strengthened and mixed over time, yes, but even those mixed powers—or humans who inherited both powers from their parents—can only pass one of those powers to their children. No one in the world has more than two powers or two power mixtures.
Daniel has shown several "powers": flight, teleportation, wind creation, fire, weapons, super strength, superhuman agility, angel wings, invisibility, and even creature summoning.
Daniel is a being that, scientifically speaking, cannot possibly exist—not even in the rarest mutation.
Little by little, people all over the world are beginning to believe that Daniel really is from another world, and hope starts to grow in them… and at the same time, fear. If a being from another world can't defeat him, then definitely no one will.
Froulen smiles, fascinated by the great revelation. He should be terrified—he knows hell awaits him, his soul has no salvation—but it doesn't seem to bother him at all. He ages like everyone else, one day he will die naturally, but he doesn't seem afraid of death. In fact, he seems prepared to die.
As someone who considers himself superior to everyone, does he believe it's impossible for him to die? No, even he is aware that his end will come someday. Is he satisfied with his life so far? Daniel wonders this, trying to understand more of his mentality.
"That means there really are more powerful beings in other worlds. Interesting. Really interesting… So tell me, what do you plan to do with me? Are you going to keep hitting me until I get bored and go to sleep?"
"I'm going to wear you down."
Froulen let out a short, dry laugh.
In an instant, he tries to kick Daniel, but Daniel blocks with his sword and pushes himself away using the force of the impact.
"It's a shame I was born in a world without magic."
Froulen shrugged.
"And it's a shame you were born in a world with it, yet you're still so weak."
Daniel smiled—a cold, determined smile.
"Let's keep going."
His two arms turn into blades and he charges toward him. His attacks begin, but no matter how much he attacks, no matter the feints he uses, the sudden changes in speed—nothing, nothing works.
Froulen has apparently infinite resistance, perfect control over the black material, but there is one thing he doesn't have: speed. He trains his body every day, but age spares no one. He no longer has the same speed he had in his youth, and compared to Sandro—who can catch a girl tripping on the other side of a town in time—Froulen's speed is… very slow.
Even Daniel can dodge Sandro's near-instant attacks, so Froulen, at least in that aspect, is harmless.
Even with an indestructible body, it doesn't give him super strength or super speed. It's just… well, indestructible.
Daniel smiles. Yes, it may be impossible to break him, but at least he can try as many times as he wants without fear of dying.
He dodges another attack and counters, sending Froulen flying into the collapsed remains of a house.
He watches Froulen stand up again and run toward him, but Daniel just keeps smiling, filled with absolute confidence.
"He'll never touch me," he thought, with zero doubt in his being.
Now, with his confidence at its maximum, all that remains is to find out whether that infinite resistance is truly infinite.
New plan, activated.
Plan name: attack the bastard with no plan or specific strategy whatsoever.