Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 963 Patrick Star

Bai Nan's struggles might lead people to mistakenly believe that he doesn't want to be sold as a pig for meat, but in fact he is just worried that his secret will be discovered, so he struggles even harder, and the abnormality gradually becomes apparent.

The restraints on his body were specially made for ability users, using a special alloy. Combined with the restraint posture of four legs in reverse hoof shape, even a powerful ability user with tens of tons of strength would find it difficult to break free. However, Bai Nan's ability was not the common strength type. His body became increasingly white and smooth, and extremely soft, like a lump of fat. The restraints were naturally ineffective, and he easily broke free.

Breaking free from its restraints, Bai Nan rampaged through the narrow corridor like a runaway meat bomb, its obese body slamming against the walls with dull thuds. Gravel and dust rained down from the ceiling, while the guards and prisoners wailed incessantly. The goblin was furious, jumping up and down in anger, knowing it would be the one to pay for all the casualties and damage.

"Damn it! Damn it! Kill him, no, capture him, I want to make up for the losses!" The goblin was so angry that he was jumping up and down, his bloodshot eyes staring at Bai Nan, his heart aching so much that it was almost bleeding.

The guards were useless, too busy trying to escape. The trolls and orcs were quite obedient, but the problem was that the javelins thrown by the trolls struck Bai Nan hard, but it was like hitting a pile of cotton. The orcs' axes grazed the surface of fat, but only left a brief dent before returning to normal.

"Looks like we don't need to pay."

Yan Xu stopped after hearing that the goblin would have to pay more. Otherwise, the goblin wouldn't have been able to break free so easily. Seeing that this lump of fat was almost immune to physical attacks, even the troll's javelin and the orc's battle axe were ineffective, he knew he didn't need to pay anymore, so he decisively led his men away.

As for whether the other party could escape, Yan Xu was not worried, because he had seen something and could only say that the ancient gods' penetration into the world was deeper than he had imagined.

It's not fair to say he was careless; the main issue is that the ancient gods are experts in infiltration and lurking. Furthermore, while the world Yan Xu constructed was vast and had a high ceiling, the details were somewhat lacking, inevitably leading to loopholes that became gaps for external intrusion.

The house that ate people before was not an isolated case, and this fat white man will not be the end. However, Yan Xu did not expect that the tentacles of the ancient god would become so overpowered after combining with the ability user, directly breaking the original upper limit and limitation of the ability and starting to eat people.

Screams echoed through the corridor as Bai Nan's body continued to swell. Like a ravenous monster, he devoured the guards and prisoners blocking his path, his fat growing thicker with each life he consumed.

Soon, the greasy fat filled the entire corridor, like expanding foam forcibly injected into a pipe, and began to spread in all directions.

The gaps in the fence could not stop the fat from seeping in. The white fat, like wriggling maggots, crawled into the cells on both sides of the corridor. The prisoners in the cells screamed in terror, but they were powerless to resist. They could only watch helplessly as they were enveloped and devoured by the fat, and finally disappeared completely into that nauseating white grease.

From a distance, Yan Xu and his companions could see the gray building being swallowed up by ever-expanding fat.

White fat, like melting candles, squeezed out of the windows and flowed down the walls. Thick fat gushed from the drainpipes, piling up into small mountains on the ground. The ventilation duct grilles were stretched out of shape, and greasy chunks of meat peeked out from the gaps. The whole building looked like a burst pimple, ugly and eerie.

"Make a call. This is beyond our control." Yan Xu had no intention of helping. He was joking; what business was it of his? He wasn't getting paid for it.

The female hunter filmed the scene and sent it to the League of Legends, but the League of Legends didn't really want to get involved because the target was too big. Only a B-level hero, and a special type, could effectively damage it, so they handed it over to the military.

The military couldn't refuse and planned to send planes to drop bombs. If that didn't work, they would have to use missiles. However, the goblin corporation objected because it was their property.

This is causing headaches not only for the military, but also for the League of Legends community.

The Alliance Capital was already greedy enough, but at least they were willing to spend money to save lives and eliminate threats in advance. However, the goblins' obsession with money transcended life and death; they were the kind of people who would reach out of their coffins to ask for money even after they were dead.

If they don't receive compensation, they'll bomb their property. Without a second thought, they'd rather perish with the entire world. The goblins don't care what consequences this bizarre life form might cause; they simply won't bomb it without money, so nothing else matters.

The question is, who will pay? The league's capital? League of Legends? Or the military or the government?
Yan Xu and the others waited at the scene for more than an hour, watching helplessly as the fat flesh devoured the entire prison, turning into a huge, fat star tens of meters tall, and then walked heavily in a certain direction.

There was definitely a problem, but the upper management, who had been arguing endlessly, felt a sense of relief because they no longer needed to discuss who should pay for it.

As fighter jets roared past, more than a dozen air-to-ground missiles accurately hit the enormous fleshy monster, but to no avail. Before the missiles could explode, they were swallowed by the flesh and grew even larger, becoming even more bloated. It seemed that this thing could grow by devouring damage.

Although they are superheroes, it doesn't mean that Huntress and others are unaware of the power of modern weapons.

In fact, apart from a few top-tier ability users like Superman, the fate of most ability users depends entirely on how much they are willing to pay.

How could they not be terrified that a mere ordinary ability user had become so powerful?

They weren't the only ones alarmed; the Alliance military remained clear-headed and immediately passed the buck to the League of Legends, because this was a supernatural event, and according to the previously signed agreement, it was the League of Legends' responsibility.

League of Legends paid a huge price to gain the authority to handle extraordinary events. If they were to relinquish their responsibilities, the agreement would be null and void, with consequences they would not want to see.

Therefore, even knowing that they will pay a huge price, they still do not bite the bullet and go through with it.

However, with the superhero teams retiring or moving to the sidelines, there are very few active superheroes who can truly stand out, because the entire league is turning them into entertainment. Under these circumstances, it's easy to imagine that sending those superheroes who are used to bullying the weak, familiar with scripted routines, and concerned about their image to fight tough battles would only be a disaster.

"Should we notify Superman of the League to handle this?" a relatively young director asked at a League of Legends high-level meeting.

"Heh, he's not the invincible Superman of ten years ago. That battle in Tokyo exposed the vulnerability hidden beneath his steel body. Otherwise, he wouldn't have reduced his appearances, and the second-generation superhero team wouldn't have been able to be formed," another director said sarcastically.

“The current Superman of the Alliance is very emotionally unstable, so try to avoid provoking him,” the director sitting in the main seat said.

In fact, League of Legends has decided to abandon Superman, not only because of the defeat in Tokyo, but also because he is suffering from midlife anxiety, which undoubtedly proves that Superman is just a powerful ability user, not a true god among men.

"Which superheroes are closest to us, at least Class B?" the director in the main seat asked again.

"Mr. Power, Ms. Superman, and the one who lived with them."

Upon hearing this, the directors present all wore somewhat strange expressions.

They had all read about what happened in Tokyo back then, and thought the superhero couple would separate. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wonder ended up living a monogamous life and had three children. They just didn't know...
"Ahem, notify them to go and deal with that monster. The League of Legends will not only pay a generous bounty, but also improve their retirement benefits."

(End of this chapter)