The war was over. The universe was fixed. Peace had finally been restored.
And yet, in one small corner of existence, there was still one last battle raging on—
The MCs vs. The Narrator's Powerless Clone.
For the last hour, the MCs and their allies had been beating the absolute life out of the clone. And this wasn't a battle anymore—this was therapy.
One MC had been punching him repeatedly in the face while shouting about trauma. Another was using their power system to creatively destroy him in twenty different ways. Someone had dropped a mountain on him just for fun. And at some point, one of the supporting characters had taken out a frying pan and just started bonking him repeatedly.
And through all of it—the broken bones, the explosions, the suplexes from orbit—the clone just kept grinning.
"Oh nooo, whatever will I do without powers?" he mocked.
"Oof, that hurt! Just kidding. It didn't."
"Man, I bet the original is watching this from Earth and laughing his ass off right now."
And then, just as one of the MCs was about to finish him off for good, a calm, tired voice interrupted.
"You do know that's just a powerless clone, right?"
Silence.
Absolute silence.
The MCs froze mid-attack. Someone dropped their weapon. Another let go of a charged-up ultimate move.
And then, slowly, their heads turned toward the Creator God, who was now casually floating nearby, arms crossed, watching the whole thing like it was a mildly interesting TV show.
One of the MCs, eyes twitching, managed to speak.
"Wait…" They looked down at the broken, grinning clone. "You mean… this wasn't the real one?!"
The clone, beaten and bruised, managed to wheeze out, "You guys… just spent an hour… beating up a copy… while the original ran away. LMAO."
The rage that followed could have shattered the universe again.
"WERE. IS. HE?!"
The MCs all turned to the Creator God, the only being who could possibly track him down. But the Creator God, in the greatest act of trolling in divine history, put on the most tired, exhausted expression possible.
"Oh, well, you see… since I had to manually fix the power system of every planet, I'd have to scan each one individually to find him… And right now, I'm extremely tired."
A blatant lie. He wasn't tired at all.
"Also, I still haven't regained the powers I gave my messengers, so I'd need to wait until I do before I can start looking."
Another lie. He already had his full power back.
The MCs stared at him in disbelief.
"So, you're telling us… that the only way we'll know where he is… is to wait for you?"
The Creator God nodded, looking completely serious.
"Yup. Don't worry, I'll call you when I find him. Now go to your planets and make sure everything is running smoothly. Shoo."
The MCs, grumbling and filled with vengeance, had no choice but to leave.
And the moment they were gone?
The Creator God smirked.
Because of course he knew where the Narrator was.
They were roommates. On Earth.
The Narrator, of course, had no idea.
He had left the moment the Creator God started fixing things, so he never saw his face. Meanwhile, the Creator God instantly recognized him and was now just watching his greatest mistake live a completely normal human life.
And then, the Creator God cracked his knuckles.
"And that's how I sent all the angry MCs away."
"Now… it's time for my trolling."
"And I'll occasionally get one of the MCs to join."
"It's time for payback for the 5 yen that menace stole from me."