Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 138: Battle of the Banana

"Excuse me! You’re the one who gobbled up my fruits in the first place! Idiot! You’re such an idiot!" Rocco snapped, puffing out his cheeks again as tears welled in his eyes.

Rocco hammered his fists against Mahmoud’s chest in frustration, each punch light yet filled with indignation.

At that moment, Ragar leaned in with a serious expression and asked, "Young Master, shall I eliminate this insolent one for you?"

Rocco froze mid-punch, his movements halting abruptly.

The mere thought of a Ragar-versus-Mahmoud fight conjured up images of utter chaos—a battle that would surely descend into a scene of carnage.

"No, it’s fine..." Rocco stammered, his voice trembling as he tried to steady himself.

Ragar reluctantly nodded his head, though his dissatisfaction was evident.

He had clearly been fully prepared to follow through on his offer.

While Rocco appreciated Ragar’s unwavering loyalty, he couldn’t help but think: Let’s avoid unnecessary violence, okay?

"Hmm? Wait a minute..."

As Rocco sipped on water and fumed quietly, something suddenly came to mind.

He began glancing around the room, his gaze darting back and forth.

Noticing Rocco’s actions, Ragar tilted his head and asked if something was wrong.

Rocco nodded firmly and voiced his concern.

"Where’s my backpack? The one with the rabbit design?"

"Rabbit...? Oh, do you mean this bag here?"

Ragar reached into his belongings and pulled out Rocco’s beloved rabbit-shaped backpack.

Rocco’s face lit up instantly.

"Yes! That’s the one!" he said, grinning broadly as he accepted the backpack.

The backpack was designed to resemble a rabbit, with the zipper cleverly placed where the rabbit’s mouth would be.

It was a gift from his father, given as a belated birthday present.

His father, having noticed Rocco’s fondness for Mr. Bunny that he always carried around, had this backpack custom-made.

The zipper, designed as the rabbit’s mouth, made it look as if the rabbit was "eating" the items that are placed inside.

Rocco adored the playful design, and it had become his favorite backpack.

"What’s with that ridiculously childish backpack?" Mahmoud muttered under his breath, clearly unimpressed.

"Watch your words," Ragar warned sharply. "It is Young Master Rocco’s favorite. Should you insult it further, I will deal with you."

Rocco overheard the two whispering and assumed they were starting to get along.

Smiling at the thought, he opened his backpack.

With a playful "chomp," he reached into the rabbit’s "mouth" and pulled out the item he had been searching for.

Although things hadn’t gone according to plan, Rocco decided to play the role of a calculated mastermind.

He held the object up triumphantly for Mahmoud to see, his chest puffed out with pride.

"Ha-ha! Behold, my brilliance!" Rocco declared, his voice brimming with pride. "Just as I anticipated, the brilliant, cool genius that I am brought a banana!"

Standing triumphantly on the bed Rocco held the banana aloft as if it were a legendary sword. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Even if you gobble up all the other fruit, I still have this! My banana!"

He huffed with confidence, his proclamation echoing boldly.

For a few seconds, the room fell into a stunned silence.

Clearly, everyone was taken aback by Rocco’s genius.

It wasn’t surprising, really.

The slightly clumsy, scatterbrained Rocco they usually saw was just a façade; this was his true self—a sharp, cool, and astute person.

Take note, all of you! Never underestimate me again!

Standing there proudly, his cheeks flushed with determination, Rocco was suddenly interrupted.

Without a word, Mahmoud stepped forward, reached out, and snatched the banana from Rocco’s grasp.

"Huh?" Rocco tilted his head in confusion.

Without hesitation, Mahmoud peeled the banana and devoured it in an instant.

"...What?"

"You’re pretty clever, Young Master Rocco," Mahmoud said mockingly, flashing a smirk. "And since you’re so clever, you must have brought a backup banana, right? No way would someone as smart as you hoist up a single banana and call it a plan. That’d be... laughable."

Mahmoud waved the empty banana peel in front of Rocco’s face, his smirk widening.

Rocco stood frozen for a moment, his gaze fixed on the now-empty peel.

Then, his big, round eyes welled with tears, and a wail erupted from him.

"Wahhh! You meanie! You’re so awful, Mamoth! You stupid Mamoth!"

Tears poured down his face like a waterfall, rivaling Niagara Falls in intensity.

Seeing this, Ragar hurried to Rocco’s side, wrapping him in a tight, comforting hug.

Meanwhile, Mahmoud stood off to the side, snickering with a smug, almost mischievous grin that made him look like a stereotypical playground bully.

"How could someone be so awful?!" Rocco muttered, burying his face in Ragar’s chest out of sheer frustration. "Ragar! Ragar!"

"It’s okay Young Master," Ragar said softly, his voice laced with sympathy. "He’s just a heartless brute..."

In order to comfort Rocco as he wailed, Ragar handed him his rabbit backpack, saying, "Here’s your rabbit, Young Master."

Rocco gratefully took the backpack, hugged it tightly, and felt his spirits lift slightly.

As he basked in Ragar’s kindness, Rocco noticed a sudden change in Ragar’s expression.

The gentle sweetness vanished, replaced by a dark, menacing glare aimed directly at Mahmoud.

"The crime fro making our beloved Young Master sad is unforgivable. I’ll kill you," Ragar growled, his tone dripping with murderous intent.

"Hah! As expected of our little heartbreaker Young Master," Mahmoud retorted with a smirk. "Even Beastman are head over heels for him. What a talent he’s got."

Although Rocco sensed there was some layered meaning behind Mahmoud’s words, he couldn’t quite decipher it.

It was clear, however, that whatever Mahmoud meant, it wasn’t good.

Above Rocco’s confused head, Ragar’s fury began to manifest physically, showing hints of his beastly transformation.

Alarmed, Rocco quickly threw himself at Ragar, clinging tightly.

"Hey, calm down, Ragar! It’s okay!" Rocco pleaded.

"But...!"

"Really, it’s okay! I’ve got you and my rabbit backpack. I’m all better now!"

Rocco gave Ragar his brightest smile.

Ragar’s face twisted briefly with inner conflict before softening into a tender, albeit worried, smile.

"If you say so..." he murmured in a gentle voice that made Rocco’s chest feel warm and comforted.