In the alley, I can see a group of people.
They are crowding around
Nomzilla!
He seems to be unconscious for so reason.
Their leader seems to be poking him with a sword.
[Hey lady! What the hell are you doing?!]
"What?! Who are you! This is a restricted area!"
[Restricted area my ass! What did you do to my friend?!]
"Your friend?! You consider the Gluto follower your "
[Yes, now step aside! Why is he here?]
"I don't know! Now go away! This is now an official investigation!"
[If your so-called investigation is to poke him with a stick you may as well leave!]
She hides her weapon behind her back.
C'mon I saw it already.
I move closer.
"We can't even tell if he is still alive without touching him and"
Without touching him she says.
With a disgusted expression to boot.
Please, saving a life takes priority.
He needs to taste more of my pies.
I move my ear closer.
Is he not breathing?
Actually, there is too much fat to tell.
I can hear them talking about how this isn't part of their job.
Sothing about never touching such a disgusting creature with their naked hands.
Enough is enough.
[All of you, leave!]
At first, they are recalcitrant, but then I make eye contact.
With every single one.
Giving them that look.
Promising them a slow death if they don't get out of my face right now.
I don't mind them not doing their job.
But I can do without the sly comnts.
Only the worthless leader is left.
"T-that sorry about that. I'll teach them manners later."
Don't care.
Think.
Gluto is all about eating.
I know.
Well, I hope this will work.
I crouch down next to him.
I raise the flab.
Then I enter.
Yes, that is the term.
There is enough fat tissue to serve as a tent.
The luxury kind that can host many.
Hot.
Stuffy.
Sweaty.
Wobbly.
Pressing on .
Not the best experience.
Finally, I reach what I think is the source of it all.
Where the bones should be.
Then I circulate divine energy full speed.
Then I lift.
With my back straight, cause I'm no amateur.
I sohow manage to accomplish it.
"How?! How are you even alive in there?! How do you have the strength to"
[We of The Unnad God Sect never leave a man behind. Ever!]
I an.
I never do.
They simply all leave at so point.
Ah, there is little Bai in a coma, but he's in good hands.
Doesn't count right?
This scene must look comical from an outsider's point of view.
Or not, judging from the screams.
A mass of flesh just getting carried all over.
The skin is dragging a bitno, a lot.
Nothing I can do about that.
"How are you even breathing in there?"
Actually, I'm not.
That's my secret.
I also have another issue.
I am now outside the alley.
I have no clue where to go.
My vision is completely obstructed.
But I have a trump card!
[Wolfie! Guide us back ho! I need audio signals!]
She starts howling softly.
I follow the sound.
I have a guide wolf!
How aweso is that?!
Wait a mont.
I could also do that.
Scouting ability activate!
Oh god.
This is disgusting.
The moving mass of
Still, at least now I can see where I am going.
I feel like a guy that just bought a brand-new car.
With the new one having caras installed for once.
Feel like a new world opened for .
I simply follow Wolfie.
It's not needed anymore, is it?
Well, it's kinda cute how she's dutifully escorting us.
Acting like a bodyguard.
Except people are really running from what they think is a monster.
Seriously how do they live here and not know about him?
He would be a touristic attraction from where I'm from.
At least, I think.
That may sound an at first, but if he gets fed he'd be 100% fine with it.
After a while, we finally reach the bakery.
The door is still destroyed.
I leave him outside and enter.
I quickly grab all the food I can.
The old man is the only one inside.
He looks at intrigued.
I tell him to get more food ready.
Then I throw a pie at the guy in the coma.
Right at him.
I'd aim for the face but I don't know where it is.
*WOOSH!*
Just as the delicious confection is about to hit his skin
His head stretches out and he gobbles it all.
Now he is back to his unmoving self.
I knew it!
I keep going.
So people sleepwalk.
He sleepeats instead.
No, devour would be the better term.
After all, he has already gone through a few dozen pies.
The lady that followed us here for so reason is just watching in awe.
What can I say?
I am truly handso!
I bet she can't help but admire my throwing form.
Perhaps she admires our brotherly bond too.
Just a man caring for his sick friend.
Actually, I still don't know the issue.
Then again it happens to the best of us.
I an coma in an alley may be slightly extre.
I usually just sleep there.
"Why are you helping him?"
[He is my friend.]
"I thought the church of Gluto didn't have friends."
[Then you thought wrong.]
*RUMBLE*
How is a human making such a sound by waking up?
"Ah! That felt great!"
[Are you okay? What happened to you?]
"Oh, nothing much. Attacked by so guy."
"That should be impossible! Our system is"
"Very flawed, yes. Very useless."
"There is no way that!"
[Shut up! So, who's the enemy?]
"So necromancer, death-magic user. I got his physical body, but his soul escaped."
[Soul?]
"His spirit. Well, actually it felt strange. As if there were multiple consciousnesses inside him."
[Gotcha, multiple personality disorder. I know that one.]
"It's a sha I would have gotten him too if the worthless defense system didn't get in my way."
[So what should we do about it?]
"Our unit will track him down and "
So she says, but we both ignore her.
"I'll be fine. Just be careful on your side."
[What about revenge?]
"I'm good. These guys are hard to make resurface. They can hide easily."
[So just be careful and wait? Gotcha.]
We just nod and both leave to do our own things.
In the background, the lady is clamoring about answering her questions.
Not like I know anything, let's just get back to the pies.
Can't wait for the wave of enthusiastic custors we'll soon get.
I feel like I forgot sothing, h whatever
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