Ring of Fate

Chapter 799 "Duel"

Facing Albus's question, Lumian uttered a "huh" and muttered in his heart:

This guy is quite sensitive...

I don’t know when he was exiled to Morola, but this should be his first time dining in this bar…

Did he come here to take a look because he discovered that some people in Morola were showing some abnormalities after eating the food in this bar?

Lumian slammed the bar counter as his thoughts raced.

He jumped off the stool and said coldly to the bartender, whose expression was always grim:
“You’re trying to fool me by passing this kind of meat off as steak?

"Let your boss come out!"

The bartender was stunned:
"you sure?"

He was not embarrassed or angry at Lumian's attitude, but instead showed a hint of surprise.

Lumian didn't answer, but used his eyes to express his intention for your boss to get out as soon as possible.

The bartender immediately opened his voice:
"Boss! Boss! Someone is going to smash your bar!"

Within a few seconds, a figure rushed out from the direction of the kitchen.

The figure had fluffy and messy hair and a fat face, as if he had several layers of flesh piled up, making his eyes small, but his body was very standard and there was no sign of fatness at all.

At this time, the figure was wearing a white apron and holding a thick-backed knife that seemed to be used for chopping bones. He glared at the two customers near the bar and shouted in Lemburgish:
"Who? Who wants to destroy my bar?"

Lumian pointed at the steak on the white porcelain plate and sneered:

"You think I can't tell what kind of meat this is?"

"If I say it's steak, then it's steak." The fat-faced boss responded without showing any weakness.

Lumian didn't argue with him. He took out a black glove from the "traveler's bag" and threw it in front of him.

"I want to duel you." Lumian said in a very calm tone.

Throwing the glove to initiate a duel is Intis' custom.

The boss glanced at the black gloves on the ground, and the fat on his face spread out layer by layer, revealing the light yellow beard hidden inside.

He is laughing.

He responded to Lumian's invitation:
"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the large boning knife in his hand and chopped it towards Lumian.

Lumian dodged the attack by leaning to the side, but suddenly found that he could no longer use his "teleport" ability.

This contract ability from "Abscessed Hand" seems to have been taken away by a strange force!
Lumian suddenly remembered Ludwig's introduction to Sequence 5 "Depriver" of the "Gourmet" pathway, and suspected that the bar owner who was also a part-time chef was the evil god's gifter of this pathway.

“No wonder the rotten meat of a man with a broken hand can be made to look almost like real steak, with both the appearance and aroma…

“Instead of just destroying the one who was gifted by the evil god humanely, you exiled him to Morola?

"Don't stuff all that garbage into Morola...

"Is this because they are afraid that the population of Morola will decline and not be enough to seal the underground '0-01'?"

As these thoughts flashed through Lumian's mind, he shook his shoulders, swelled his arms, and swung out with his right fist.

His fist suddenly ignited with bright white flames, and he rushed towards the bar owner like a peacock's tail.

Boom!

When his fist struck the side of the heavy boning knife, there was a sudden and violent explosion.

The blazing white flames instantly illuminated the entire bar. The violent wind and waves overturned the nearby high stools and threw the boss, whose face was weirdly fat, out.

Albus was quick to jump off the high stool next to Lumian and sit on the bar surface away from this area.

He put one foot back on the bar counter and watched the duel between Lumian and the bar owner with interest.

The bartender was also affected by the explosion and was "pushed" onto the wine rack, bathing in the fragrant liquid that flowed from the shattered wine bottles.

He was nearly set on fire.

The bar owner, who was hit head-on by the explosion, had his clothes torn on his chest, and his flesh and blood were charred, revealing his white bones.

He had similar injuries on his face, but because of the layers of fat, they had not yet affected the skull.

These wounds were wriggling and growing rapidly in a strange, inhuman state, and it seemed that it would not take much time for them to heal completely.

“This isn’t an ability or trait that a Depriver should have, and it shouldn’t even be present in the middle and low sequences of the entire Gourmet pathway… Is this something that a Chef acquires with the help of special food? It’s a bit like the trait of a guy with a severed hand that can grow back after some of the rotten flesh is eaten…” Lumian took advantage of the explosion just now to take a few steps back and distance himself from the bar owner.

While he discovered the other person's peculiarities, he also felt that he had lost an ability again.

That is the "Heng Ha Technique".

"Can the 'Deprivers' sense which abilities and traits in me could pose a great danger to them? Although they don't know exactly what those abilities and traits are, can they deprive me of them according to the degree of danger?" Lumian calmly condensed a huge, blazing white fireball and let it fly towards the bar owner.

The bar owner did not dodge. He raised the bone-chopping knife that was blown away and seemed to be about to break, and chopped directly at the blazing white fireball.

The fireball suddenly split into two, losing its forward speed and destructive aura, and was sucked in by the bar owner who suddenly opened his mouth like a whale swallowing sea water, without suffering any harm.

Just then, Lumian laughed.

In the void around him, one white fireball after another quickly condensed and rushed towards the bar owner.

Behind him, one blazing white fire crow after another appeared, drawing a large arc and circling towards the bar owner's back.

He wanted to see how many fireballs this "Depriver" could handle at one time, how much he could eat, and whether he would get full!

The bar owner's eyes narrowed, and he immediately spat out the white flames that were flowing toward his stomach, turning them into a torrent and heading towards the cluster of fireballs that were coming like an overwhelming force.

Seeing this, Albus pushed himself up with his hands and flipped behind the bar.

Rumble!
The clusters of fireballs were detonated one after another by the stream of blazing white fire spewed out by the bar owner.

In the explosion, the bar was flattened and the wine rack collapsed silently, mixed with the flowing wine, burning with a raging fire.

The bartender, who had fled to Albus's position, was very glad that he responded in time.

Other customers in the bar either shrank to the edge or climbed out of the hall, showing their rich experience.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the white fire crows that deliberately avoided the front and were not dragged into the chain explosions fell one after another on the back of the bar owner.

But at this time, the bar owner's face was already dyed with a translucent crimson, like solidified moonlight.

Rumble!
Amid the explosion and burning of the blazing white fire crow, the crimson moon-like bar owner not only did not dim, but instead reflected the firelight, becoming a little brighter.

When the sparks of flames fell, the bar owner returned to his normal state. He raised the boning knife again and cast his gaze towards the place where Lumian had just stood.

There was no one there.

There was no sign of Lumian in the bar lobby either.

The bar owner was stunned for a moment.

Almost at the same time, a person emerged from the shadow under him.

Lumian, with his iron-black eyes, raised his right fist with a blazing white flame covering his entire arm, and hit the bar owner's crotch with one blow.

With a rumbling sound, Lumian's fist hit the weak spot and blasted directly into the intestines of the "Depriver" from the crotch, and white flames leaped up.

He stood up, lifted up the bar owner, and let the high-temperature flames in his fist rush into the stomach of his enemy.

Then, Lumian retracted his right fist and threw the enemy to the ground.

With a thud, the bar owner's crotch was completely torn apart, and his intestines poured out piece by piece. His stomach was still barely intact, but it was a little charred and oozing yellow-green liquid.

Lumian looked at those two eyes that were squeezed small and full of pain, and laughed mockingly:

"Did you make your own brain into food? After blocking a round of attacks and exiting the moonlight state, you actually stayed in the same place without moving.

"Have you ever considered that I might still use your shadow?"

The bar owner's expression twisted for a moment, and he said blankly:

"Can my brain be made into food?"

His voice gradually became lower and lower, and finally he lost his breath and lay on the ground, motionless.

Lumian looked at the corpse of the Depriver, not thinking about the problem with his previous response, but he noticed something unusual in this battle:
"The abilities of the Depriver are really varied. Although each one is very basic and elementary in application, not as good as the contract ability, it is still quite powerful when used in actual combat...

"If this guy hadn't reacted so slowly and stiffly after noticing that I had suddenly disappeared, I wouldn't have been able to attack his weakness so easily. I would probably have had to use the magical item in the 'Traveler's Bag'...

"Comparatively speaking, the 'thief' named Worms didn't have this problem..."

As Lumian thought, he shook his hands. Wounds caused by flesh corrosion appeared on the surface of his fists, which brought him intense pain.

This was caused by the "stomach acid" that oozed out when he hit the bar owner's stomach.

At that time, his hands were still protected by the blazing white flames.

After thinking about it, although he couldn't stop the gift from the bar owner from returning to the giver, Lumian still squatted down, pulled out an ordinary straight sword from the "traveler's bag", and with the help of his own white flames, separated the stomach from the corpse.

He planned to ask Ludwig later if this could be made into a dish with special effects, or find a "craftsman" to see if it could be used as a special ingredient.

After finishing this task, Lumian stood up and asked the bartender who had just come out of hiding and was seriously injured:

"How many years has your boss been exiled to Morola?"

"Five or six years." The bartender could only give a rough number.

Five or six years... The thief looked relatively young, so he should have been exiled to Morola for only one or two years... The longer he stayed in Morola, the more likely he would develop symptoms of a test subject, such as dullness and numbness. Is this one of the manifestations of the contamination of "0-01"? No, the seal information did not mention this, and there was no such thing in Trier... Did the bar owner do something in Morola that caused him to start to transform into a test subject? Lumian thought about it, looked around, and said with a smile:

"Don't take my spoils."

This refers to the money on the bar owner.

Lumian immediately walked towards the aisle on the side of the bar.

Based on the origin of the "steak" and the location of the "chef", he reasonably suspected that the part of the body with the "abscessed hand" was in the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw half of a blue-black, swollen and highly decayed corpse lying openly on the cooking table.

(End of this chapter)