Chapter 516 Get A Hold Of Yourself!"



[Raoul sheathes his blades and nods at you exiting the car, pointing to the diced chunks to feed the worms back home~]

"..." Ming said nothing, amazed their family maggots had become so cherished, given the first pick of any treats. Their luck...

Clap clap~ Just then, applause sounded as the surrounding heavenly troops retreated, forming a path.

A shorter youth with upturned lips sinisterly 'floated' out, eyeing the bull-headed Raoul appreciatively. "Six blades, pretty sharp to dice someone up like tofu~"

[Your foodie peeks from your bag as the scantily clad youth approaches. Not comprehending his attire, the foodie looks to da Vinci for an explanation~ Da Vinci blinks and turns to Napoleon~]

[Your Napoleon gazes innocently - I've always gone unclothed like you all; I know nothing about loincloths~]

"~~"

Ming inspected the newcomer - riding a hoverboard wearing just a red loincloth, hair in two buns with fluttering red ribbons, a 'red scarf' around his neck, red sash at his waist, spear in one hand, gold bangle on the other, appearing 23-24 years old.

"Yo~" The loincloth lad Nata arrogantly straightened, glancing at the Divine Hound by Ming's side. "This mutt's master...dead?"

Ming pointed behind them. "Corpse is still warm; I can take you there if you want to see~"

The loincloth lad spun circles on his hoverboard, laughing. "Why bother seeing some peeper's corpse? He was scum anyway, though I'm no better - no one decent around here..."

Ming made a timeout gesture. "Don't speak in absolutes; I'm a good person, thanks~"

[Raoul feels he's good too~]

[Frank agrees~]

[Kyomoto Jiro keeps wiping its skirt, filthy~]

[...]

"Good person?" The loincloth lad frowned.

"Yes, my motto is to be a good person."

"Pfft~!" He bared his teeth in a mocking grin. "Got your mouth blessed?"

"I'm not Buddhist, thanks~" Ming smiled and inspected:

[Loincloth Lad]

[Summary: A notorious brat - burned curtains at 7, neighbor's sofa at 8, trash cans at 9, the dump at 10, farmhouse while traveling at 11, classroom at 12, killed a couple on his ghost flame moped at 13... Now 24, life is still peachy~]

[...]

[Weakness: His bed is fertile ground with high urea content... Kill him, and the mattress is yours~]

"~~" Ming just smiled at this weakness - a pyromaniac bedwetter indeed.

"..." The loincloth lad looked Ming over. "I'll give you two choices - die or join me as a subordinate." He glanced around. "Like them, we can have fun together~"

"Really?" Ming looked surprised. "To be honest, I don't actually like fighting. I want world peace, everyone loving each other. Answer one question first, and I'll consider joining you - how about it?"

The loincloth lad frowned, sensing something off but still nodding. "Fine, ask."

Ming asked, "Entering here, the Titan Spirit said he'd kill me, the voyeur too, yet you want me to join you. What made you interested in me? My charm?"

"Could it be...you've fallen for me?" Ming's expression turned shocked as he retreated a step, shielding his chest.

"..." The loincloth lad's eyes bulged as he inwardly yelled 'Fuck!', never encountering someone so confusing yet interesting - he wanted to kill him, yet also didn't want to part with this fun.

Ming just smiled and waited.

[The Black-Haired Pig Demon wandered for a long time before finding his target - a middle-aged man in a white suit. He asked if he was the loincloth lad's father. The man said yes~]

[The Pig Demon swung his pitchfork at the man's head~ Four black-suited guards rushed out from behind along with thousands more white-suited men~]

[Enyo descended from above, landing among the suited men and igniting a melee~ The middle-aged man yelled for his own side not to attack each other~]n0veLusb.C0M

[The Red Knight directed the white-suited rebel army to charge and slaughter~ Yes, cut his waist!~]

[Poseidon seized the moment, beelining through the chaos for the middle-aged man. They battled, and he was trapped in a little black shed, facing the darkness alone - Fuck, never coming on land again~]

[...]

Delighted, Ming knew it was time.

The loincloth lad laughed and strode up. "To be honest, you're the only person I've met who's so painfully annoying to talk to. I really admire you - join us; I'm the boss, you'll be number two. How about it?"

"Sure~" Ming nodded and extended his right hand to shake.

"Good~" The lad reached out, too. But the instant their hands clasped, he felt a layer of paper between their palms.

[You pay for a health potion~ Your funds are insufficient, lost loincloth, hoverboard, spear, red scarf, gold bangle, and red sash~]

[...]

"Good heavens!"

"My God!"

"He's actually baring all in front of another man?"

The surrounding crowd was agape in shock.

"..."

The man in the midriff top looked down at his plump belly, then up at Ming, who was wearing a gentle smile. His expression blended astonishment with disbelief. "Did you... deceive me?"

"Do you need a tissue to cry?" Ming offered, pulling out a piece of tissue paper. He hadn't expected the man to even have a dime on him.

"..."

As the man stared at the offered tissue, he was suddenly struck...

Thud!

He was knocked to the ground by a sudden blow and plunged into a quagmire that had mysteriously appeared behind him. As he looked up from the mire, the man who had offered him the tissue now wielded a large stick, readying another blow.

Boom! Unable to dodge while lying in the muck, he received a direct hit to the head, sinking deeper into the mire.

"..."

Seeing this, the bystanders finally registered what was happening. This wasn't a romantic tryst—it was a fight!

Soon, Raoul, Frank, Kyomoto Jiro, and Euryale charged into the crowd, battling fiercely. Then, a tent appeared out of thin air, enclosing both Ming and the belly-baring man.

Ming swung the stick again, striking his opponent squarely on the forehead!

"You!!"

Infuriated, the man bellowed at the sky, "Father, save me!!"

From beneath the tent, Ming's grin widened.

[Da Vinci, Foodie, and Napoleon looked to Merlin, eager for him to interpret the message behind Ming's smile.]

[Merlin translated, "Scream all you want; no one will hear you. Heh heh."]

[Da Vinci, Foodie, and Napoleon turned their eyes on Ming, "Come on, Ming, we know you aren't into guys. Get a hold of yourself!"]