I Reincarnated as The Protagonist's Best Friend

"Yooooo!! Bro that Bazooka is sick man!"

The moment Quash regained his senses after Teleportation, he heard Timothy clap slowly and praise the Bazooka in admiration.

"Hehe~. I know right? The speed, the accuracy and destructive force is off the charts!"

"Mmm~. I see why that Dwarf was so proud of this. This might have been his greatest creation."

"How did you know he was the one who created it?"

Quash asked as he adjusted his shirt. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants and sneakers now. He has brought all his clothes so he didn’t have any shortage. He can change whenever he wanted.

"Well, if you look at the writing on the body, it says the name of this weapon. Which, what the Dwarf tried to say."

"You know Dwarven language?"

"Yeah. I live in a Dwarven country after all. We learn the Common language and our mother tounge from childhood."

"Oh yeah? What does the name say? And why are you living in a Dwarven country dro? Isn’t the climate notorious for humans?"

Quash asked absent mindedly.

"Well, for the name, it says: Ultra Extreme Supreme God Emperor Decimetor of Eternal Heavenly Primordial Chaos Dragon... damn that’s a long name. And the reason I live in a Dwarven country is because im half Dwarf."

"And yet, you still be a racist towards another Dwarf. Shame on you Bitch."

Suddenly, a newcomer appeared... Well nit quiet a new comer, but the Dwarf who was bullied by Timothy... and the maker of this ridiculously long named Bazooka.

"Was giving this thing 12 word long name really necessary?"

"Of course bitch! These words are the only thing that describes my work! Bitch!"

Quash’s face fell from cringe. He sighed a shook his head.

"I don’t think I did anything worthy of shame. I just spoke the truth."

"Yeah. That’s what people call being racist bitch."

"That’s not being racist but being true to one’s self. I’m truthful. Not racist bro."

"Hmmmm~~!!"

Not being able to defend against Timothy, the Dwarfs rage exploded. But he just fumed because he couldn’t find anything to say.

Quash watched all this and felt a bit bad for the Dwarf so he decided to step in.

"You’re right that you aren’t being a racist, but that’s incredibly rude. You should just ignore the minor stuff and don’t always poke where it hurts. That way, you can preserve your life better in this world. And may also avoid getting thrashed by some arrogant young master...(suddenly leans forward towards Timothy and lowers his voice) and your girlfriend stole, fuked and gangbamhed in front of you and you just watch in agony with a twitching Dick, not bring able to do anything as your girl breaks and is being stuff from everywhere..."

After that, there was a moment of suffocating silence between the three. Timothy looked uncomfortable while the Dwarf looked pleased and sweating for some reason.

But the impact was there.

"I see why your the God of Curses man... that was dark... fuck. Fine. I get it. I will try to control my mouth!"

"You should say sorry to him as well. Dude didn’t deserve that."

Quash said with a nod. Timothy huffed in response but nodded and turned to the Dwarf who was standing there with his arms folded.

"Yeah. I’m sorry man. I shouldn’t have been that mean. Old habits die hard."

"Hmph! It’s fine. I will he the bigger person and forgive you! Bitch!"

The Dwarf said as he sat between Quash and Timothy. Quash scooted a bit to make space.

"Waoh. Who is your father dude? I feel a sense of deja vu from your bitch. I feel like I have heard it somewhere before."

Timothy exclaimed lightly.

"Are your from Dagf?"

"Yeah?"

"Then I must be my uncle Dogmaels."

"Holy shit! That guy is your uncle!"

"Hmph! Yeah bitch! He is little brother of my old man!"

"Then you are..."

"Yeah bitch! I’m son of Dagon Devris! Gagon Devris! Your lords son!"

Gagon said proudly whole Timothy looked horrified. He looked at Quash and he just gave Timothy a told ya look. Timothy started to sweat for no reason. Gagon seemed like a good guy. Or he wouldn’t have been here talking with them after what they have done to him.

So to bring the panicked Timothy back, Quash asked a logical question.

"By the way Timothy, where is Jamal? And Gagon, why are you here?"

He asked both of them a question.

"Eh- huh? We-well.. Jamal said he had something to do and went away..."

Timothy seemed to have regained his bearings. He took deep breaths through his nostrils to calm himself down.

"Why I can’t be here bitch? ...I came here to give you more rounds of my Ultra...err Ba-Bazooka"

Gagon help himself back from saying the whole name of the Bazooka with great difficulty.

"Huh?"X2

But hearing his response, both Timothy and Quash turned to look at him with wide eyes. And as if understanding what they were about to ask, Gagon opened his mouth first.

"It may be confusing to you who is not familiar with Dwarven teaching, even you bitch! Even though your a half Dwarf, you probably never made anything! So you won’t understand! But more than us Dwarves usuing our own things, we find it more satisfying to see our creation be used at their full potential by someone else. We are limited by nature. And our heart leans more towards creating things than to use them anyway. But we have to, to defend ourselves from threats. And I have been watching you, you blond bitch! You’re usuing my Ul-Bazooka in ways I never could. Bringing its full potential out. And that brings me joy more than anything else. So I came here to formally entrust my greatest creation yet... Will you take care of it?"

Gagon gave a long speech with his harsh tone. But near the end, he turned to Quash and asked him with a soft voice.

"Of course! I like this very much! This is freaking awesome!"

Quash said with a smile which made Gagon laugh out loud but he was teleported inside the arena mid laugh.

Quash: "...This Formation is seriously something else..."

Timothy: "Yeah..."