SSS-Rank Slap Skills Turned Me Too OP
Chapter 22: First Win

Chapter 22: First Win

Lisha opened her eyes wider, though her body was still weak and her breaths short.

"What do you mean... you know him?" she asked softly—faint, but sharp. "Isn’t this the first time we’ve met him?"

Vayne turned, eyes narrowing slightly. "I... I’ve seen him before."

Lisha furrowed her brows.

"Back then. In the East," Vayne continued. "I was on a mission, and... I saw a man. Training his legs. Slapping around. Dead serious, but it looked stupid."

Just then, Bounchiechomie—the slime with a blank expression and a body far too curvy for a gelatinous creature—bounced slowly toward them.

Blopp...

Its body rippled gently, as if confirming the story.

Vayne nodded slightly. "Back then... people in the city were talking about him. They said his skill could only slap. That’s it. No throwing, no shooting, no defense. Just slapping. They called him useless."

Lisha fell silent.

But...

Both of them looked at Arthur.

Now standing alone in the middle of the field—arms still outstretched, his black palms breathing softly, like living creatures that hadn’t eaten enough.

—

Meanwhile, Arthur—still F-rank—was fighting.

His steps were quick. But his mind was a mess.

[ Shadow Slap – Cooldown: 41 seconds ]

[ Prodigia Co. – Time remaining: 4 seconds ]

Four seconds... then I’m on my own.

Arthur’s breath was growing heavier. But not from exhaustion.

Something cold—piercing—crept from his shoulders to his chest, then down his spine.

Then that voice came again.

[ Warning: Current Corruption Level: 27% ]

[ Additional effect at 30%: Target will be erased from the memory of all living beings. ]

Arthur froze.

What? Additional effect? Then what’s the original one...

The voice didn’t respond. But its silence felt like a crooked smile in a padded cell.

At that moment, from the corner of his eye, Arthur saw...

Mentulā.

The one he just slapped—the one he just sent "somewhere"—

She began to glitch.

Her body spasmed. Then cracked. Then shattered into black particles—like dust.

Fffsshhhhh—

Blown away by the wind.

Gone.

As if... she never existed.

Arthur swallowed. His throat dry.

I just... killed something. Not just the body... but the existence itself.

But now wasn’t the time to think.

Oro attacked—his mouth chanting rapidly, summoning black smoke that shaped into sharp objects flying toward Arthur.

Arthur jumped back. Rolled. Then dodged left. His hand nearly burned by one of the objects, but Lisha’s buff was still active.

[ Prodigia Co. – Time remaining: 0.4 sec ]

One more second.

And—

[ Disruptor Buff has ended ]

Arthur braced himself for the expected cooldown notice—60 seconds more...

But instead:

[ Cooldown CANCELED. ]

[ Shadow Slap READY. ]

Arthur blinked. "What?"

And then—

His hand spoke.

Not verbally. But as if... another soul rose from within his palm.

It spoke directly into his mind:

"Slap it."

"Make it gone."

The voice wasn’t asking.

It was commanding.

This time, the voice emerged with a pulsing heat from Arthur’s palm. A new notification echoed inside his head:

[Corruption: 29%]

Arthur trembled. "Shit, just one percent left..."

He prepared to strike, but Oro kept launching black, razor-sharp objects—each one slicing through the air toward him.

One more percent and he’ll vanish from the world and everyone’s memory—

His thought cut off. His knees nearly buckled after dodging Oro’s barrage.

But... that’ll mess up the plot...

Arthur remembered—this world now followed a NovelFire’s logic. If he erased Oro from everyone’s memory, there was a chance a major event would be triggered, making his life even harder.

"Guess I have to end this fast!"

He darted toward Oro.

I don’t have to slap his face, right? Just a slap will do.

He grinned—then deliberately dove into a roll. One of the sharp objects nearly grazed his leg, but he instinctively rolled to Oro’s right flank.

Arthur then leaped like a frog behind Oro’s back—

Slap...

Boing... Boing...

Arthur had slapped Oro’s fat ass.

He then rolled away and landed on one knee.

Oro was launched into the air—his form glitching, just like Mentulā before.

Vayne and Lisha watched from afar, witnessing Arthur’s leap behind Oro.

They looked at each other.

"He... slapped his ass?" Lisha asked, face twisted into a pervy smirk.

Vayne could only sigh, shrug, and turn his gaze forward again.

Oro finally vanished.

His body shattered, glitching like Mentulā, then dissolved into black particles carried off by the wind.

Ffffsssshhhhh—

Gone.

As if he never existed.

Arthur slowly lowered his hand.

The black smoke on his palm began to fade... then disappeared.

He took a deep breath.

His chest rose and fell for a moment.

Then he murmured, almost like a whisper:

"Fyuhh... this is making me way too powerful."

—

He turned.

Vayne lay sprawled on the ground, trembling.

Levain was unconscious, his body stiff.

Lisha was half-collapsed, breathing heavily—sweat dripping down her plump, innocent face.

Arthur exhaled slowly.

"Time for a healing session," he muttered.

He walked toward Vayne, raising his right hand.

[SSS-Rank Slap Heal – Ready to Use]

Arthur knelt beside Vayne.

"Just relax, bro. This’ll be quick."

PLAKK.

One slap to the shoulder.

No reaction.

No notification.

Vayne just winced and groaned weakly, "Did you just... slap me?"

Then—

[Warning: Slap not strong enough.]

[Minimum four strong slaps required to neutralize dark poison.]

Arthur’s jaw dropped. "...Goddamn."

Then he slapped his own cheeks lightly. "Alright. I’m serious now."

PLAKK!!

PLAKK!!

PLAKK!!

Three more slaps, like lightning strikes across Vayne’s shoulder and back.

"AAAGHHH—!!"

Vayne jolted up halfway, his body spasming—black smoke burst from his mouth and eyes, dissipating into the air.

Five seconds passed.

Then—

"...Shit," he exhaled. "I feel like... I just woke up after buying premium potion heal..."

Arthur stood up.

"I’ll take that as a ’thank you.’"

Next up: Levain.

No small talk—Arthur raised his hand again.

PLAKK!!

PLAKK!!

PLAKK!!

PLAKK!!

Four slaps. Brutal. Calculated. Full of loving violence.

Levain screamed, "—ARGH! YOU PSYCHO—!"

But moments later, he sat upright, breathing steady. The poison was gone. His eyes regained focus.

"...I..." he murmured. "I underestimated you. But that’s alright. You should be proud—not everyone gets to flaunt their power before a noble like me."

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Truly an honor to beat your back like a rice sack."

Levain narrowed his eyes. "...What?"

"Nothing."

Arthur turned.

Lisha.

But—

What he saw was nothing like weakness.

Lisha...

Was already bent over.

Her robes had ridden up halfway, exposing a plump butt that swayed gently, as if caressed by an invisible breeze.

Her hands gripped her holy staff tightly, her posture like someone ready to collapse but waiting—begging—to be saved.

"Aghhmm... h-heallhh mehh~..." she moaned, voice hoarse, teasing.