Just as the parasite had anticipated, the Titans Zeke summoned all bore his genes.
And those genes had never belonged to this world at all!
[Roger, careful!]
"What?"
[Do you remember when you'd just inherited the Jaw Titan?]
[Back then I piggybacked on the Titan power and gave it a brief shove—caused a full surge. You transformed into a hundred-meter Titan and managed to devour the Jaw Titan.]
"?"
Hearing that, Roger suddenly remembered.
That was right.
When he'd opened his eyes, the first thing he saw had been a pair of hands black as ash; and in the instant he moved those colossal hands, they shattered, crashed down, and broke apart across the ground.
He still remembered the feeling—standing a hundred meters up, towering over everything.
"Was that my peak?"
[No. Your power has no limit.]
[As I see it.]
Roger smiled.
And just then, behind Zeke, a multitude of black Titans dropped from the sky.
Their bodies swelled to unprecedented size!
Ten meters became twenty.
Fifteen became thirty.
The instant their bodies warped black, nearly every Titan ballooned to twice its former size!
[This is troublesome.]
[I don't know how much of my genes he's using, but from the look of it—aside from impure blood keeping the power from fully manifesting—he's essentially no different from me!]
[Run, Roger!]
[A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years!]
The parasite began to fear for Roger's life; he didn't think Roger could withstand the attacks of these altered Titans.
In his world there was an occupation akin to "police." They carried every kind of weapon—blades, firearms, all shapes—and almost all of them were fashioned from parts taken from beings like him and modified.
The parasite knew exactly how strong his own flesh was.
Anything of his own flesh could deal damage he could scarcely defend against.
Like the hardest shield against the sharpest spear—he knew there was no true way to fight himself.
Even if the odds were fifty-fifty, the end would be mutual ruin.
And if that happened here, the parasite couldn't guarantee Roger would live.
He knew that once his protection fell away, killing Roger would be child's play.
So he wanted Roger to run and wait until they'd found the Founding.
But Roger wasn't the sort to flee mid-fight. Though the enemy's power exceeded what he'd known, he understood there was only one option now: fight—kill.
He glanced around at the towering walls. Run? To where?
This was only the outermost ring—few people, cramped ground.
If not now, when?!
With that, Roger rejected the parasite's advice.
"When this is over, you're going to tell me exactly what the world you came from is like."
[You really mean to fight?]
"Of course."
[You're insane.]
[Aren't you afraid of dying?]
Roger smiled.
"Relax. I'm not going to die."
Confident, Roger wrenched the blood-red scythe from the ground and charged the black Titans.
Unlike Roger's own Black Flame Titan, these Titans—though larger than before—hadn't grown any smarter, nor did they bear the flames that cloaked Roger's Titan.
The parasite didn't know how those flames were produced, but he had a good idea what they were.
Wings.
Yes—"wings."
Among his kind, some bore flame-shaped wings that let them glide for a time; touching them directly didn't cause harm.
They were wings, not true fire; they didn't burn.
That didn't mean they were harmless.
When they wished, they could also consume matter—consume humans.
These black Titans had only grown in size and hadn't sprouted wings—unfortunate, but still a small mercy in the parasite's view.
[Ready yourself, Roger.]
[I'll support you.]
As he spoke, a pair of flame-like wings unfurled from the back of Roger's Jaw–Armored War Hammer Titan.
They wouldn't let him glide, but they could guard blind spots and blunt some attacks.
Roger paid the parasite no mind, focused wholly on the mountain-tall Titans ahead.
Unlike before—when Roger wasn't especially tall among Titans but still taller than a portion—now, though his Jaw–Armored War Hammer Titan didn't tower over them, its combat strength wasn't inferior.
His greatest weapon was intellect.
However ferocious the foe, he could use his head to take theirs.
Before Zeke, the black Titans howled and rushed Roger.
Roger stared at them; they stared back.
Their faces were masks that curdled the blood.
Compared to Zeke's relatively "normal" Beast Titan, the others were hardly bearable to look at.
Everyone present felt a fear beyond words.
They had grown somewhat used to Titans of "normal" size.
Now most had swollen to double, like drowned corpses left too long in water—bloated beyond recognition.
Their faces were even more terrifying.
All the onlookers could do was pray—to Roger, who had the power—to save them from these horrors.
But Roger's situation wasn't promising.
He fought bravely, yet the more he cut down, the more came on.
"So you finally get yours, Roger."
A voice came from somewhere unseen.
Gloating, delighted at Roger's misfortune.
He'd waited too long; now he might finally see Roger die.
How could he not be thrilled?!
But things didn't go the way he imagined.
The turn came fast!
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