Chapter 34 - So You're A Racist?
Open menu
This site requires javascript to function.

You know that look you give someone when you’re trying to swallow a fly?

No? Well, prepare to have your horizons broadened because every single person here was shooting that look my way, which is weird considering that, while I have been told that I do have all the charming mannerisms of a household fly by my uncle, I am ninety-something percent sure that I am not a fly.

That extra ten-ish percent is due to the unwavering belief that my uncle had in me. Say what you want about the man, but his belief in me being an insect and a nuisance was as strong as Pebbles The Wondercat’s street smarts.

I’m pretty sure the only reason they were doing this is due to my question earlier. The question being somewhere along the lines of, ‘if iron man’s very slow cousin over there had something lodged in his throat.’

“No.”

Yep, his voice still sounded like it was raping all known alloys. But I guess I’ll have to make do with it.

Hm? Though I can’t see his face all that well, I get the feeling that he is trying to calm himself due to extreme anger. Man, I would hate to be the guy that put him in a bad mood.

“I heard that there was an immensely talented human child here, and I was actually sent to kill you, but to thi—”

“So you’re a racist then?” I asked after listening for a while.

Iron man’s horribly maimed in-law relative became flustered when he heard this. “What? N—No, I mean we don’t like humans sure, but this isn’t—”

“Pretty much feels like racism to me.”

That sounded like a blatant confession. Can we not go beyond these barbaric times?

“Hold on, the leader is no racist, you human brat!” Another one of the black-clad figures pointed his finger at me as he seethed in anger at the apparent disrespect I’m giving his leader.

However, I could understand where he was coming from… a little.

“You’re right. Technically, we’re not the same species, so maybe specism? In all honesty, I can’t tell if that’s worse or not.”

Seeing my serious rumination, the other black-clad figures looked at each other in apparent confusion before one chose

We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.

Novel Notes

Become a Patron @ https://www.patreon.com/Discere

Also

Keep me from embarking on the Dao of procrastination (it's a real problem) at: https://discord.gg/abpW7G9Wks