Hiroshi wasn’t bluffing.

[Roger the Ravager] was the first mini-boss players faced in the game, essentially the tutorial village boss. Defeating him meant that the player had grasped the basics of Desecration, so overall, he was a relatively simple challenge.

Among the players, there was even a joke: “Beat [Roger the Ravager]? Great, you’ve mastered the game. Now go kill a god.”

Although Hiroshi wasn’t the ultimate top-tier player, he was definitely skilled enough to be considered a “pro.” He could take down over half the bosses in Desecration without taking a hit, and he knew all the attack patterns by heart. Naturally, there was no way he’d stumble against [Roger the Ravager].

Of course, the reality here differed from the game. In the game, Roger had looked foolish, earning him the nickname “Dumb Dog.” But here, he was genuinely intimidating, especially with the ability to transform parts of his body into wolf heads. And the details felt far more visceral—like the rank odor of his breath.

Yes, Hiroshi hadn’t feared Roger as a player, and he still didn’t. His soul had been elevated from that of an ordinary shut-in to that of Visas, the legendary figure of Desecration.

It was as if Hiroshi had forgotten how to feel fear. Watching Roger bare his fangs and charge, all he felt was—excitement.

“Don’t get cocky!”

Roger didn’t understand what Hiroshi meant by “I’ve no-hit you more times than I can count,” but he took it at face value. He thought Hiroshi was implying that he couldn’t be hurt, and with a roar, Roger rushed at him.

This time, Roger’s eyes flashed red, and both of his hands transformed into wolf heads.

He’d entered his second phase.

Hiroshi was slightly surprised. In the game, the boss only entered phase two after losing half its health. The kick Hiroshi had landed earlier couldn’t have dealt that much damage—if it even hurt Roger at all. The only explanation was that Roger was just… angry.

But there was nothing to fear in the second phase. Roger’s greatest weakness was his speed. Though his limbs could transform into wolf heads, his legs remained human, which meant he couldn’t run effectively, especially with his upper body transformed and adding extra weight.

Thus, Roger’s main attack was lunging. He lunged, again and again, trying to catch his opponent—but it made his attacks predictable, especially to someone familiar with his patterns. Like now.

After yet another failed attack, a furious Roger unleashed his ultimate move—a triple lunge.

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Left hand transformed into a wolf head—snap.

Right hand transformed into a wolf head—snap.

Finally, both hands merged—crunch.

This was his deadliest move. A single missed dodge meant a mortal wound, possibly even death.

Roger had initially wanted to keep Hiroshi alive to figure out who he was and how he knew so much about him. But now, Roger realized that unless he aimed to kill, he wouldn’t be able to defeat Hiroshi.

And so, he lunged again.

First bite.

Crunch.

Missed.

Second bite.

Crunch.

Missed again.

Roger wasn’t worried. Those two lunges were just to create an opening. When he saw Hiroshi’s mocking smile, he thought Hiroshi had taken the bait. Roger lowered his stance, preparing for a final lunge. At the last moment, he canceled the wolf-head transformation on his upper body, returning to human form.

This significantly lightened his upper body, greatly boosting his explosive power.

Until now, Hiroshi had kept a close but evasive distance, dodging Roger’s wolf-head attacks by mere inches. Roger couldn’t tell if it was Hiroshi’s arrogance or just the best he could do.

But it didn’t matter—as long as Hiroshi stayed within that range, Roger would make him pay.

With his upper body lightened, Roger’s lunge extended much further, almost instantly bringing him face-to-face with Hiroshi. He stretched out his hands, ready to pull Hiroshi into his embrace.

At this distance, Hiroshi couldn’t possibly escape.

Roger grinned, transforming both hands into wolf heads.

Twin wolves closing in—where could Hiroshi run?

Roger could already see it—Hiroshi’s body being torn apart by his two wolf heads.

But then, Hiroshi calmly raised his left hand.

And then—he flipped Roger off.

Roger blinked, stunned.

What did that mean?

Was this guy… taunting him?

But soon enough, Roger realized something was wrong.

Hiroshi’s middle finger wasn’t just extended; it was aimed directly at him—at his throat, like a dagger.

Cold sweat broke out across Roger’s forehead.

This guy… he saw through my greatest weakness!

Roger’s strongest feature was his transformed wolf-head limbs, but his greatest vulnerability was any part that hadn’t transformed—such as his throat.

Fortunately, Hiroshi was only using his finger. If it had been a knife, Roger might already be done for.

But it was just a finger. There was no way it could kill him. And if Roger missed this chance, he might not get another to defeat Hiroshi.

So Roger didn’t stop. He pushed forward, full force.

Come on!

Judging by their distance, Hiroshi’s finger would reach his throat first, meaning Roger would get hurt. But that was fine—trading his serious injury for Hiroshi’s life was worth it.

Besides, it was just a finger. It might not even hurt him. His neck, though unenhanced, was tougher than most.

What, did this guy think he could poke him to death?

Roger made his decision.

But at the very last moment, doubt flickered in his mind.

Why… a finger?

And then—

Squelch.

Roger’s eyes widened as he stared blankly at Hiroshi.

Hiroshi stood there, unscathed, smiling at him.

Roger’s attack hadn’t worked. Somehow, his hands had reverted from wolf heads back to human.

Why had that happened?

Roger couldn’t understand.

Then pain erupted in his throat. When he looked down, he saw Hiroshi’s middle finger had pierced clean through it.

He blinked, trying to say something, but no words came out.

Blood surged back up his throat, and he collapsed.

Even at the end, he couldn’t understand… How did I get killed by a finger?