Surviving In My Novel Chapter 102

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"DAMMIT SIMON! WON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP?!" Tyrone grabbed a flip flop from an unknown place and slapped it across Simon's face, sending the latter flying towards an empty wall .

"Why do you still have that?" Jack asked with a weirded out expression as he pointed at the single flip flop .

"It's effective . " Tyrone gave a glowing smile and posed with his flip flop .

"DID I NOT TELL YOU ALL TO BE QUIET?!" Simon suddenly retrieved a belt from out of nowhere, Whipping it into the air like a… whip .

"How about we play a game called helicopter~?" Simon exhibited an extremely crooked smile as he stepped forward with his belt .

"Papa! You can't play with them! You need to sleep!" Dahlia tugged on his pants and commanded .

"Fine… fine…" Simon and Dahlia went back to sleep as if nothing had happened .

"It's a miracle… Dahlia cares for us so much!" Mark quietly exclaimed with his fists clenched .

"Do not let her actions be in vain, start the line and get your techniques . " Tyrone said as he continued handing out techniques one by one .

"Pa.s.s them down the line if it doesn't glow orange for you . " Jack reminded everyone .

SLAP

Mich.e.l.le smacked Tyrone on he face with her bare hands, before going over to Simon to help him get back up .

"Hmmmph!"

"SHUSH" Everyone gave a cold and murderous expression as they shushed Mich.e.l.le, not even caring about what was going on . If they had to deal with Simon's wrath, then they would probably have to cry themselves to sleep for the rest of the month . They really just wanted to get the test done with flying colours, lest they want to suffer .

"Thanks Mich.e.l.le, but I think I was in the wrong for that one . It's just I am to loud for my own good right now . " Simon tried to explain to get Mich.e.l.le to stop pitying him .

"No problems, I am helping because I want to . " Mich.e.l.le smiled as she shouldered Simon's body back towards the line .

"But I am seriously not that hurt, can you let go . " Simon plainly spoke .

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He stood up with his own two feet and went back in line .

"Don't worry, you will get him next time . " Sam patted Mich.e.l.le on the shoulder and tried comforting her .

"I hope so-"

"Quickly, grab that technique . " Another kid spoke urgently as she hand her a book .

"If it ain't orange, pa.s.s it along . No time for useless talk right now . "

"Hmmm?" The book glowed orange and started opening up like a mechanical machine .

"I think this-"

THUMP

The book pounced at Mich.e.l.le's face, smothering her as it pushed her straight to the floor . As this happened, the book grew brighter and brighter, displaying mental images in Mich.e.l.le's brain . Each image displayed a step of the technique and quickly implanted itself into her very conscious . Before she could even count to 5, the book had dissipated into thin air and she knew everything .

"Nether Glaive Technique . "

"Wow, that sounds very edgy . " Sam chuckled lightly, showing a sense of pity in the naming sense .

"What do you mean? This is a grand technique for me . I will practice it until I can no longer practice it anymore . "

"Whatever, whatever . Just wait until I get a more beautifully named technique . I am sure you will understand what I mean . " Sam patted Mich.e.l.le as if the other was condemned . She looked her in the eyes and felt pity . Of course this was half hearted pity, it was just the name of a technique after all .

It meant nothing, probably .

"Ah . Orange . " A book slammed into Sam's face, doing the exact same thing as Mich.e.l.le's technique, quickly ingraining every detail into Sam's mind .

"Raging Muscle Hammer Technique . " Sam gave a deadpan expression, wis.h.i.+ng to wake up from a terrible dream that she had just come into .

Who asked the technique to have such imposing and barbaric names? Where are the elegant techniques? If there is any justice in the world, why did she have to receive such a brutish technique?

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She felt so very annoyed .

"If only I could have gotten some technique names like 'Serene Blossom Sword Technique . '"

"Oooo… Serene Blossom Sword Technique . " Tyrone flexed his muscles with vigor as he celebrated his achievement of finding his perfect technique .

"I am the Serene Blossom Sword . " He gave a cool anime-like stance, staring into nowhere .

"First layer, Blossom Coat . " Suddenly a cloud of blossoms appeared from nothingness and wrapped itself around Tyrone .

"Second layer, Blossom Body . " The cloud disappeared and a figure of a beautiful adult woman appeared from where Tyrone was standing .

"Third layer, Blossom Thrust . " He drew his sword and thrusted it at a wall, blowing a hole in it using his newly acquired blossom powers, sending a stream of blossoms to cut through .

"Tyrone has already practiced his technique to the third layer… he even got a technique which is obviously my greatest dream…" Sam sobbed in a corner as she beat the ground with her hands .

"Darkness Edge Sword Technique . " James announced .

"First layer, Darkness . "

"Why did he get the cool technique . He is literally an edgelord now . And we end up with random techniques like 'Thunderous Flip Flop Technique . '" Some kid complained .  

It was really just too pitiful . How could he get a weapon technique for flip flops? This was just too shameful, more shameful than becoming a eunuch . How could he hold his head high while announcing his technique to the world? Who would he end up becoming?

Thunderous Flip-Flopper? Thunder Flop? Rubber Terror? Divine Parent?

Too shameful!

"How am I supposed to practice this with pride? When everyone else is using swords and-"

"Furious Lawnmower Technique . " Simon knelt down with a blank expression .

"Punishment Belt Technique . " Mark started frothing from his mouth .

"Rosy Sword Technique . " Sienna simply smiled warmly and began practicing as the other three fell into their predicaments .

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"How am I supposed to use flip flops to defeat enemies? Am I supposed to make them relive their childhoods with these slippers? Make them cry themselves into defeat? Bruise their ego until they admit defeat? How is this a viable option?" The flip flop kid knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground .

"Little one… you underestimate the power of flip flops . " A floating devil with a long goatee hovered in front of the kid, stroking his goatee with a sense of mystery as he looked at a wall for no reason .

"What do you mean I have underestimated flip flops? They can't be used in combat . " The kid complained as he held out a random flip flop .

"Little one, you cannot judge a weapon by its cover . The flip flop is a divine tool which I have discovered to be excellent in the way of combat . " The devil spoke back while stroking his goatee mysteriously .

"Stop telling me weird stuff and actually show me how good-"

BOOM 

The devil threw a flip flop at the wall, shattering it into many fragments, blowing debris everywhere .

"ARE YOU CRAZY!!?? YOU WILL WAKE DAHLI"

"Shush . " He pointed towards Dahlia, who was wearing earm.u.f.fs .

"Whatever… how did you even manage to do that with a flip flop?" The kid asked with a slight sense of admiration for the strength the devil showed .

"A flip flop can be more destructive than a sword so watch what you say Little one . " The devil (Lenn) disappeared like a shadow .

"I understand . " The kid bowed his head as a sign of respect for Lenn, committing his words to heart .

'I will become the master of flip flops!' He internally yelled .

Meanwhile…

"What the actual f**k?" Simon cursed .

"Hus.h.!.+ Don't swear . " Jack hushed Simon instantly .

"But seriously, how am I supposed to use a lawnmower? I wouldn't even mind if I got a club or a slingshot, but I got a gardening tool… a lawnmower . What am I supposed to do? Am I going to lawnmower my enem-"

"Forget that . I am very satisfied with this technique . " He grinned with a somewhat heinous smile .

"Hey stop smiling evilly, you're creeping me out Simz . " Mich.e.l.le pinched Simon's ear with an annoyed expression .

"Fine, fine . "

"First layer, Punishment Belting of Children . " Mark got his belt and took it off, usin*it as a weapon . He whipped it at a wall, knocking a section clean off .

"Second Layer, Punishment Belting of Grandchildren…" Mark continued on in a trance-like state .

"Infinite Chopsticks Technique…" A kid grumbled with annoyance as he recalled the name of his fated technique .

"I know I love eating noodles and dumplings a lot, but it doesn't mean I should be subjected to this! I use spoons and forks too, why did I get chopsticks? I can even use chopsticks properly! I eat with my hands more often!" The kid sobbed in despair .

"How unfair!"

"Shush, at least you can use chopsticks to poke people's eyes out . Not much can be said for 'Smothering Pillow Technique' . " Another kid place his hand on the chopsticks kid, also with a deadpan expression on his face .

"Pffft!"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing . I am sorry for your loss…"

"I am Yu . " The pillow kid plainly announced .

"O nice, I am Lu . " The chopsticks kid genuinely felt pity for Yu . It was just too sad .

"What a coincidence, I am Shu . " The flip flop kid popped in out of nowhere .

"From now on, we are brothers . " They all agreed without further speaking, going in for a group hug just like that .

"O wait, My name is Mu . Can I join in for the-"

"No! You got the Phoenix Spear Technique . Shoo!"

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