Adventure Time Rebellion: Fight for the Throne

Chapter 2: I Never Lose

After the lecture, he faced a fierce backlash, with some female professors even attempting to strike him. To him, he had merely voiced what everyone already knew—even the women themselves. That's why most of them feigned arrogance, narcissism, and superiority to deny their instinctive truths. The best evidence for his theory was the woman who acted superior to everyone; now, reduced by criticism of her looks and body, she wept like a child behind him. His ideas weren't ideal for the world, but if there were a philosophy or thought about human nature—especially about women—he would undoubtedly be its master. To him, women were a short wall to climb—not even a wall, but the natural order, instinctive and undeniable.

Returning to his rented room, he found a letter slipped under the door. On the front, it read: Calais Center for Psychological Assessments. Picking it up, he noticed it was a summons requesting the homeowner's presence. He sighed in annoyance, crumpled the paper, and tossed it onto the roof, where a collection of similarly crumpled papers already lay.

"Seems like I'll have to move again…," he muttered, sitting on his bedding on the floor. Closing his eyes for less than a minute, he reopened them, unable to sleep, though he needed to wake up early the next morning. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on a comic book within reach. Grabbing it, he turned on a small light beside him.

It was the latest issue of the popular 'Adventure Time' comic. Despite his relatively older age, he remained a huge fan of the cartoon and, similarly, web novels. This story, in particular, with its depth and mystery, was especially captivating. He began rereading the comic, even though he'd read it several times before, drawn to its open-ended conclusion.

Reaching a page that had been torn, he didn't mind and continued reading. This page depicted the first confession and kiss between 'Marceline' and 'Princess Bubblegum.' He absolutely despised this moment. Lesbian relationships, in his view, were the biggest farce. Two women together could never fulfill each other's needs like a man and a woman could. A woman required submission, and if paired with another woman, who would also need submission, they would only complement each other's deficiencies. Women who engaged in such relationships, he thought, suffered in silence just to prove the absurd and incorrect notion that they didn't need men—a laughable and petty idea.

He turned to a panel featuring 'Finn', the main protagonist. His opinion of Finn shifted over time with each season. In the first season, he saw him as utterly pathetic, trailing behind Princess Bubblegum like a dog, then Flame Princess, and in the worst episode, being enslaved by Marceline. But as the seasons progressed, Finn became more respectable, transforming through his adventures into an iconic character.

Finishing the comic, he set it aside and fell asleep easily this time. The next morning, he woke up to his alarm with difficulty. He wasn't the most organized person—far from it. After a quick face wash and a light breakfast, he left.

He wasn't surprised that 'Lila' didn't show up for work that day. What he had done to her the previous day would take a few days to sink in if his calculations were correct. However, upon realizing she wasn't a virgin, he had stopped midway, leaving her with enough willpower to consider revenge—something she would likely pursue.

Adhering to his principle of not touching non-virgins, he was willing to let someone like Lila retain her spirit. Since she wasn't there, he had to do both her work and his. He didn't mind—it was his position before she got him ousted from it.

The day passed quickly, and he hardly felt the extra work. The only difference was the doubled pay. Walking through his usual park, he felt the cold breeze on his skin and the serenity of the night enveloping his ears. "This feeling is becoming truly addictive," he smiled, closing his eyes to relish the gentle midnight chill.

A sudden, strong punch knocked him to the ground, breaking his trance. He barely processed what happened before turning to see three massive men, each about two meters tall, surrounding him.

"Hah, three of us for something this easy? Are you serious?" sneered the bald, dark-skinned man, clearly the leader.

"That's none of your business. Just humiliate him thoroughly," came a feminine voice from behind the large man. Lila stepped out, her petite figure like an ant next to the giant.

"Not impressed. Of course, you're incapable of dealing with me yourself," Omar mocked as he stood, dusting off his clothes.

A loud laugh came from behind him as a massive hand clapped his shoulder. "You've got guts, my friend. We might even be pals after you leave the hospital," said the overweight man with missing teeth.

"Alright, enough talk. Let's finish this quickly," said the third man, cracking his knuckles as he stepped toward Omar with a focused glare.

The men glared at him with threatening eyes, their next move clear. "Tsk... I love it when they underestimate me," he smirked, the corner of his lips curling.

The bald man struck first, attempting to land a powerful blow to Omar's face. But Omar swiftly ducked, dodging the punch, and delivered a quick kick to the man's knee, causing him to stagger.

Seizing the moment, Omar lunged at the toothless man, punching him hard in the gut, leaving him doubled over in pain. However, the third man, who had been holding back, took advantage of Omar's distraction and delivered a punch to his back, making him stumble.

Reacting quickly, Omar spun and punched the third man in the jaw, knocking him down. But things didn't go his way for long. The man regained his strength and retaliated, shoving Omar to the ground.

As Omar tried to recover, the second man lunged at him again. This time, Omar regained his footing just in time to land a quick punch to his attacker's face, causing him to recoil in pain. But the third man pounced from behind, holding Omar tightly.

Trapped between the three, Omar struggled but couldn't break free. The first man, who had knocked him down earlier, returned and began pounding him with the other two. They took turns delivering brutal blows to his stomach and ribs. Each hit left its mark, leaving Omar on the ground, defenseless.

They began kicking him relentlessly, with Lila watching with indescribable satisfaction and a sly smile. Her lips quivered, and her hands shook, reflecting her mixed emotions.

Omar curled into himself, shielding his head with his arms, deliberately refraining from making any sounds of pain or screams. He knew that was what she wanted—hearing him cry out would heighten her sense of victory and pleasure.

"Stop," Lila commanded. The men obeyed, stepping back as she approached him. "Do you want to survive?"

Despite the pain that immobilized his body, his broken ribs, and the blood covering him, Omar looked up at her with a face devoid of emotion. "You never cease to amaze me with your stupidity. The logical answer for any living creature would be yes."

Lila's expression shifted from arrogance to anger. "You never let go of your pride, even in the worst situations, do you?" She regained her earlier composure. "But since my kindness and beauty make me merciful, I'll give you a chance..."

"Is there a definition of kindness and beauty that I don't know about?" Omar interrupted her, drawing a stifled chuckle from one of the men resting after the fight. Lila shot him a glare but ignored the provocative comment.

"I'll give you a chance..." She placed her foot near his face. "Lick it, apologize, and beg until you cry, and I promise to let you live," she said with arrogant confidence. She hadn't come intending to kill him but only to frighten and humiliate him.

The men and Lila expected the obvious reaction anyone would have. Omar got on his hands and knees, looking up at her as she smirked. He then spat in her face. 

"Haah, pfft!" 

Her expression froze before twisting in rage. "Hit him!" she screamed. The men immediately resumed beating him, harder than before. Minutes later, two of them held his arms as the bald leader stood in front of him, pulling out a folding knife.

"Listen, I know it's humiliating, but it's better than dying, man. Trust me, the boss won't hesitate to kill you," one of the men whispered in his ear. 

Omar turned his head toward him, smiling calmly as if everything was fine. "No, it's not better. Imagine yourself in my place—would you avoid an honorable death just to live in disgrace?" he asked in a soft voice, and the other man couldn't answer. Not because he thought Omar was right, but because he saw an absurd determination in Omar's eyes for this decision. 

Faced with the threat of death, Lila continued giving him other chances, but he either remained silent or smiled. 

"Stab him," she said. Without hesitation, the bald man drove the knife into Omar's stomach. 

He fell onto his back, screaming in pain. "You want to know the answer to your question from yesterday? Why I'm doing this to you?" Lila asked, her voice filled with malice. He obviously wanted to know, but his pain was more urgent at the moment. "Alright, philosopher, remember your lecture in high school? I was there, and now tell me, which one of us is truly submissive?" she shouted with exhilaration. 

She moved to place her foot in his mouth, but he grabbed her ankle and shoved her back, almost making her fall. "Do it over my dead body, you whor—" His insult was cut off as he coughed blood. 

At this point, he rolled onto his back, and the bloody sight of the knife in his abdomen became clearer. 

Lila looked like she had been struck by lightning. It was obvious she thought the man had merely been injured. 

His fate was now clear, even to the blind, but he didn't wait for death. Summoning his last reserves of strength, he looked at the three men. "So, how much... did she pay you?" They were surprised by the question, but his behavior earned their grudging respect, so they answered, ignoring Lila. 

"Hah, strange..." He made a bewildered face. 

"What's strange?" the leader asked. 

"Man, you killed someone. There's a high chance you'll end up in jail, plus your conscience will haunt you, and on top of that, you're guaranteed hell. And for what? Some pocket change? You guys don't seem that dumb." The corner of his lips curled into a half-smile. 

They scratched their heads in confusion, clearly realizing he had a point. He continued, "But you know, there's something else you can gain, and because I'm so generous, I'll tell you." They watched him intently. 

Struggling to stand, he painfully pulled the knife from his stomach and approached Lila. 

The girl saw death mere centimeters away and watched her life flash before her eyes. He reached her but didn't stab her. Instead, he placed the knife at her neck and quickly dragged it downward, tearing her clothes and bra. He collapsed to the ground, leaving her waist and full breasts completely exposed. 

"I think... that's a good price for you guys," he said, exhaling his final breaths. 

The men smiled and began approaching her slowly as she ordered them to back off, tears streaming down her face. She looked at Omar, who was laughing maniacally, his eyes drinking in the scene. 

"I never lose. Enjoy, you bitc—" His words were cut off as he coughed up more blood. 

"What an evil guy," the bald man mocked, laughing alongside his companions while Lila screamed. 

Omar's vision began to fade as the darkness of his eyelids overtook his sight. He used all his strength to witness more of the men surrounding her, but his eyes couldn't hold on any longer. Through her tears, Lila watched him dying. 

"Wow... so this is the end..." he thought weakly. "It seems... the heavens don't want to give me time to atone for my sins..." He coughed violently again, forming a small pool of blood beneath him. 

"Heh, as if I care. Damn heavens..." 

"It doesn't matter... I wonder what kind of madness I'll unleash in hell..." He left a wide smile on his face, blood covering his lips and teeth. "It'll be fun..." His smile faded as his eyes closed, and he lay still. 

"Too bad... I won't be in the same place as you, Dad."