Chapter 32 - Low-key OR and his name is… (2)
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I let my two minions behind get closer to one of the tables.
The food on the tables truly reflects the impact I had on high society back in Nyggloth.
Even beyond magic theory, I also used knowledge from Earth, at least what I actually knew, to make my own version of various products.
On the table I'm looking at, are two things I really want to take.
The first is a 28 cheeses pizza just delivered by Moar Industries.
The second is a very strong alcohol, called Cocoroco on Earth, here named Moarmoromo. I could use this to test my newfound alcohol resistance. I didn't find sugar canes back then but I did find a plant you can produce a similar sugar with, so the alcohol percentage is also pretty close to the original.
After a long minute of hesitation, I settle for both!
I empty the bottle of Moarmoromo on the pizza!
I swallow the pizza with big bites!
28 kinds of cheese?
30 centimeters thick?
I just have to dislocate my jaw, no?
A 96° alcohol?
I put a lot of spiced sauce to drown the burning by an even stronger, but more pleasant, one!
[…]
I may have overestimated my alcohol resistance, as well as the capacity of my stomach, but I still have a lot of experience with healing from almost anything, and I now have the mana to almost use small spells an unlimited number of times. So I survived almost without any hick to this meal.
I finish by trying something I've been wanting to do for years but didn't for fear of dying. Now that I am so strong, I can have some fun doing it.
I light up the alcohol on the last part of pizza before eating.
My entire body is burning and carbonizing, but I just keep replacing what burns with new fresh cells! However, I still need to cut the fire at some point, as while I love the thrill, it still hurts a lot.
Seeing that I didn't die doing that, another child of the emperor who was passing by takes a bit of pizza that was left on the table.
He dies suffering horribly.
What a tourist! What the f**k was he doing here?
Where is the professionalism?
No capacity to estimate what's dangerous or not!
If other children of the emperor were hearing me, they would be coughing blood: am I not the one who took all the possible and imaginable risks?
But well, it feels a bit hot and I decide to get cooler.
The freshness is certainly what I was missing the most during this meal, so I decide to go to the waterfall in the middle of the room.
Did I say waterfall?
I meant fountain…
It's just that this fountain is way too overbearing, projecting water several hundreds of meters in the air.
The fountain may be the only reason this feast is being held in an open place.
The water of the fountain eventually falls back outside of the city, providing an extravagant and costly shade and freshness to the city during this heatwave.
But I'm still feeling hot, so I decided to go to this famous waterfall, that falls close to the city.
I leave the feast's room and arrive before the waterfall.
In an instant, I'm already feeling refreshed, the water droplets projected by the fall being already enough to totally wet my clothes.
I'm now cold and I decide to go back to the room.
A crowd of people is blocking my path.
In front of me are men, their ages varying between 4 and 50 years old, who are looking at me with a hostile air.
In all likelihood, there's only one group with such a large panel of age that has such a passion for me!
Fans!
No, joking, these are my concurrents.
They all look like they are really good with a sword. Some even are manipulating theirs remotely, reminding me of how chinese cultivation novels use flying swords.
They don't lose time with small talk and directly attack, proving they are veterans (well those that are older than 4 yo evidently) with experience, who know well their task and the best moment to accomplish it. Those that talk too much without doing anything are deemed to die.
They attack me with numbers, such bullies!
The fact I turned around so quickly after arriving definitely wasn't part of their plan, they mustn't have had time to do a battleplan yet. They barely had a few minutes between the moment I left for the fountain and the moment I turned back.
The closest to me is throwing himself at me.
It's a 4 years old kid.
Oooh, he's so cute!
I catch him and hug him while he's trying to stab me, taking advantage of my rank's superior physical strength.
And his name is…
-JOHN CENA!
I shout as with a wonderful german Supplex. I'm close to the fountain and before touching the ground, the head of the kid touches a part of the water falling to the ground.
And then…
If it wasn't for the overbearing noise of the fountain, you could almost hear the sound of his neck immediately breaking due to the water pressure.
I can testify of the power of this fountain, I almost fell back despite my physical power, that's saying something!
[…]
After finishing my fratricide, I retrieve their blood for later use, I have a little surprise to prepare…
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