Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 746 - 362: Kimchi Girl, You Sneak Away, That’s Not Martial Morality!_2

Chapter 746: Chapter 362: Kimchi Girl, You Sneak Away, That’s Not Martial Morality!_2

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As they emerged from the seventh room, into the hallway opposite, a huge fat man suddenly appeared.

He stood at about 1.6 meters tall and was so obese that his entire body was covered in fat, like a mountain of flesh. With every step he took, his flab rippled, creating waves of fat.

"Got any soda?"

The moment the fat man saw Lin Baici and the others, he immediately asked.

"Is he a human or a monster?"

Hua Yue Yu frowned slightly, finding the fat man incredibly sloppy.

He was shuffling in a pair of flip-flops, which had been worn so long that they’d deformed. Not only were the soles crushed flat, but they also had various small tears and looked like they could fall apart at any moment.

Beneath him, he wore a pair of grey shorts and a white tank top. Although the tank top was a large size, it bulged with the excess fat, making it look like a piece of shapewear.

Despite being so overweight, he was still clutching a large bag of chips and continuously stuffing them into his mouth.

Crunch! Crunch!

His mouth full of yellow teeth chewed noisily, and many pieces of chips fell to the floor, where several roaches scurried over to nibble at the crumbs.

"Do you think there are God Hunters like that?"

Li Yintong rolled her eyes.

This fat house in front of them must be the otaku the little monsters mentioned.

Around his neck, he wore a DSLR camera, which because of his bulk, the strap was cutting tightly into his flesh.

"FUCK!"

Dorisan glanced his way before quickly averting her eyes.

This fat house was utterly disgusting, a single look felt dirty.

As a result of his obesity, the clothes were so tight on his body that a large ring of flesh was exposed around his waist. It looked like he was wearing a tire, the kind that’s several feet tall on a bulldozer, around his stomach.

Clumps of hair peeked out from the waist of his shorts.

The fat man picked at his belly button and then brought his finger to his nose, taking a deep sniff, "Got any soda? I’m thirsty!"

[The otaku has arrived. Eliminate him to obtain a ticket to the next stop!]

Lin Baici, holding the Paramour Pliers, assessed the monster, wondering what kind of rule pollution it radiated.

"Compared to this guy, I suddenly find the Cockroach people adorable!"

Kim Jinsoo couldn’t stand this kind of man.

The fat house’s shorts and tank top were crusted with filth, especially on the front, where food and drinks had left a dark, grimy patch.

"Didn’t you hear me?"

The fat house bellowed, spittle and chip fragments spraying out, "I asked you, got any soda?"

Everyone hesitated to respond, looking to Lin Baici for guidance.

Whoosh!

The fat man’s tiny eyes, nearly squeezed shut by the fat, instantly focused on Lin Baici.

"Yes!"

Lin Baici didn’t get angry at being the focus of the fat monster’s attention, thanks to the group’s gaze. As the leader of the team, he had to have the dominance and courage to withstand such pressure.

"Give it to me!"

The fat house shouted, taking a step forward.

Splat!

A roach was squashed flat.

The fat man looked down at his foot, lifting it to check the roach’s remains stuck to the sole of his flip-flop, then began to disgustedly rub it off on the floor.

Scrape! Scrape!

After a dozen rubs, he lifted his foot to check again,

Clean!

And then he continued forward.

"What’s this soda he’s talking about?"

Big Ocean Horse didn’t understand.

"Coke, maybe?"

Li Yintong guessed.

"God Lin, what should we do?"

Quan Sangin muttered quietly.

This fat house didn’t seem that strong, but being the final boss of the apartment, he must have some tricks up his sleeve, "I think we should test it out first!"

Lin Baici quickly took a bottle of Pepsi from the Black Tripod Bowl and threw it to the fat house.

Smack!

The fat house caught it, glanced at the label, and immediately looked displeased.

"I only drink Coca-Cola!"

He slammed the Pepsi bottle onto the floor.

Boom!

The bottle burst upon impact, spraying dark soda everywhere.

"I really want to hit him right now, what should I do?"

Xia Hongyao clenched her fist; she was a Pepsi fan.

"If you don’t have it, go find some for me!"

The fat house roared, scratching his belly, his gaze swept over everyone, lingering a bit longer on the girls, "Hurry up!"

"God Lin, let’s get out of here!"

Huang Jinxiang suggested, but then he froze as he saw a barcode-like block with a number appear on Lin Baici’s left cheek.

15:00

What did this mean?

Huang Jinxiang quickly understood that it was a timer counting down.

14:59.

14:58.

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"I top your lung, Brother Lin, everyone’s got countdowns on their faces!"

Li Yintong instinctively reached out to touch her cheek.

Smack!

Lin Baici quickly extended his hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Don’t touch!"

Lin Baici warned, what if touching it now made the countdown go faster?

[Touch once, and a minute is deducted from the time!]

[In any case, find the Coca-Cola before time runs out, satisfy the fat otaku’s joy, or your skin will be peeled off and made into a flesh cushion, cushioning their butts!]

[Don’t resist, you can’t beat it!]

Lin Baici shouted quickly, but he couldn’t prevent someone with quicker hands.

Kim Jinsoo had already touched it.

The timer immediately skipped a minute.

It became,

13:28.

"Hiss, don’t touch, absolutely don’t touch!"

Quan Sangin drew in a breath of cold air, subconsciously raising his hand to cover his cheek. He never considered these people friends, so instinctively, he was guarding against everyone.

"Brother Lin, your judgment is unparalleled!"

Li Yintong gave a thumbs up.

Not only that, Lin Baici was still very calm, and so were Xia Hongyao and Gu Qingqiu; such courage they had, as big as a horse.

"What’s with buttering up at a time like this?"

Kim Jinsoo was sweating profusely.

Being a minute closer to death than anyone meant she’d be the first to die.

"I do what I want, what can you do about it?"

Tai Mei turned around and snapped back. She might act subservient to Lin Baici, but switch to anyone else, and she’d stab them with a butterfly knife seven times, believe it or not?

Did they really think the God Hunter from Nine Dragons Hall was a pushover?

And it’s not just about brown-nosing; if Brother Lin agrees, she’d immediately kneel down and play him a tune of Rampage!

"Stop the bickering, completing the task is what’s important!"

Quan Sangin calmed Li Yintong down.

The rule pollution was already radiating, there was no running away, better to start moving quickly.

"Damn, Brother Lin has Pepsi, he must have Coca-Cola too!"

Li Yintong rolled her eyes.

Such a simple thing, yet they couldn’t figure it out, real idiots.

"I don’t!"

Lin Baici chimed in.

"What?"

The originally calm crowd suddenly became frantic.

"Come on, Brother Lin, don’t mess with me, okay?"

Huang Jinxiang felt like crying.

"Why are you still standing there? Go search quickly!"

Kim Jinsoo urged.

"Search what? Can you even open the door?"

Quan Sangin cursed, "Thank the heavens, God Lin managed to get the administrator’s key, otherwise we’d be in real trouble!"

Catching mice to dissect them for keys was too slow, so without the key, they’d have to deal with the Knocking door ghost to get a master key. If they didn’t know how to lure out the Knocking door ghost, they were basically screwed.

Luckily, Lin Baici had the administrator’s key.

Lin Baici scanned the group.

Hearing his words, Yi Jisheng, Xia Hongmian, Gu Qingqiu, remained unfazed while Hua Yue Yu and Kim Myungjin were slightly anxious, since they’d been with him the longest and knew his capabilities, so they weren’t too panicked.

Che Zhengshuo was also calm, unlike the rest.

"I think I remember seeing a few bottles of Coke in some of the previous rooms!"

Li Yintong tried hard to recall.

"805, 8012, 1301, 1307!"

Gu Qingqiu listed the room numbers.

"Pretty girl, your memory is top-notch!"

Huang Jinxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurry and get them!"

Kim Jinsoo said while running to the stairs.

"No need to go!"

Lin Baici yelled, "I have Coca-Cola!"

He didn’t take out the Black Tripod Bowl in front of the fat otaku, but instead, took out two big bottles from under the cover of his backpack.

"God Lin, don’t scare me, please?"

Kim Jinsoo felt like crying.

"I just wanted to exercise your ability to handle pressure!"

Lin Baici shrugged his shoulders and threw the Coke to the fat otaku.

The space inside the Black Tripod Bowl was too large; Lin Baici had bought out all the Coke from the convenience store, so he had both types.

Smack!

The fat otaku caught it, checked the label to make sure it was the right brand, immediately twisted it open, tilted his head back, stuck the Coke bottle into his mouth, and then gave the bottle a hard twist.

Glug! Glug!

The fat otaku started gulping down the joyous liquid into his stomach.

A two-liter bottle of Coca-Cola, gone in less than ten seconds.

Belch!

The fat otaku let out a satisfied belch, his chubby cheeks sagging with fat, exhaled comfortably, and patted his belly, "Burp, do you guys like cosplay?"