Cheat Awakening

Chapter 444. Sweet Taste of Retribution (Part 2)

"Cough, cough..."

"Alright, alright, I understand you were uncomfortable because of the gag, but will you stop your old granny-like coughing now? It's almost been two minutes, and whatever entered your belly is already gone. It won't come out and change the fact that you drank your own pee by squirting your underwear in your mouth... By the way, how was the taste?"

Myne asked with a feigned curious expression and a playful smile on his face. He stared at the fatty on the chair who was attempting to vomit everything in his stomach, but obviously failing without external support like shoving his fingers down his throat or forceful simulation. He could only manage empty coughs.

"Who are you, Mister, and why did you bring me here?" Although the fatty was so angry that if looks could kill, Myne might have died a thousand times by now, he still spoke with a forced politeness and a disgusting, strained smile.

"Who am I? Haven't you recognized me yet? I thought you might have by now. After all, it wasn't long ago we met. It seems your brain is also getting chubby and is not working properly."

The fatty ignored Myne's teasing and stared at his purple, injured face seriously. Even after overloading his brain, he couldn't match any face in his memory from this ugly face before him.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you, maybe because of your swollen face. Why didn't you introduce yourself? Maybe that would jog my memory?" Finally giving up, the fat man asked while gulping down his saliva and looking greedily at the water glass in Myne's hands.

"Sigh, that's truly disappointing. I thought you'd remember "Sigh, that was really disappointing. I thought you would remember me, but alas, it's not your fault. In my current appearance, it is really not easy for anyone to recognize me.

By the way, do you want to know why I am in this condition?" Myne asked with a smile and only a dozen or so teeth, along with his swollen face, it looked ugly as hell.

The fatty, who already smelled something fishy, instantly shook his head, clearly not interested in listening to Myne's drama. Regardless, this wouldn't have anything to do with him, or so he thought until Myne spoke again.

"Well, since you're insisting so much, then let me tell you. This also has something to do with you. When I found you, you were lying on the ground, and I needed a place to dump you. But I had urgent work to do as well, and I couldn't keep an eye on you while waiting for you to wake up. So, I went to an old friend, but she wasn't in a good mood.

At first, she didn't say anything, just calmly looked at me, at least this is what I thought. So I directly told her that I wanted to hide you and that she had to keep an eye on you. However, this must have triggered her anger, and then... Well, you can already what happened next. Overall, the source of this trouble was you."

Having finished speaking, Myne gulped down the water in the glass with great difficulty. Then without giving the fatty a chance to speak, who probably wanted to refuse this baseless slander, he stood up from his chair. He first took out a large table from his Inventory and placed it right in front of the fatty.

With a thought, Myne snapped his fingers and turned visible again, shocking the fatty, who was already drooling saliva like a dog to death.

"Y-you... You haven't gone out, then what are you... Forget it, listen to me! I'm willing to give you anything – wealth, women, power – just name your price and I'll pay. But please, let me go. You won't gain anything by killing me, and I've never offended you.

There's no need to torture me for no reason. And if you enjoy these kinds of things, I'm willing to provide you with plenty of people to play with as much as you want. Just let me go!" The fatty began to beg frantically, oblivious to how his empty words only enraged Myne further.

"Anything you say," Myne replied disdainfully with a raise of his eyebrow. "But how would you going to do that? After all, your storage pouch is already in my pocket, meaning you've already lost your wealth. Perhaps you're unaware, but a sudden earthquake caused the ground beneath your house to collapse. Your entire house, along with everyone inside, sank into the ground. You're the only survivor.

Now, wealth is gone, women, if you are talking about your slaves, then are also gone, and what's left is power. But in your current condition, unable to even save yourself, I fail to see how you could offer me that. It's quite difficult to believe your words."

The more Myne spoke, the uglier the fatty's face became. By the time Myne finished, he was so furious that he finally dropped his cheap politeness and revealed his true colours.

"YOU BASTARD! How dare you touch my storage pouch? Do you have any idea how many life-or-death situations I've endured to acquire all my wealth? I have countless lives stained on my hands! Just when I was on the verge of achieving the greatest success of my life, you pop out of nowhere, sneak into my house, and f*ck everything up!"

"This world is so vast, why did you have to stick behind my ass? And what did you expect? That by putting on makeup and making your face look injured, I wouldn't recognize your wretched face? I have seen you getting healed completely from a half-dead state, how can this kind of minor injuries can't healed by now? Also, motherf*cker, there's such a thing as a voice in the world."

"Although I only heard it once, only an idiot would forget his enemy's vocal signature, someone you've never seen before but was crazy for your life. It took me a while to recognize you, due to my poor condition affecting my brain function, but that's all, did you really think that you would mess around with me as you like but I wouldn't be able to even recognise you?"

By the time he finished ranting, the fatty was panting heavily, as if he'd performed hundreds of push-ups instead of simply venting his anger verbally.

"So, you were merely pretending not to know me this entire time?" Myne asked curiously, his expression calm as if the fatty's words had no effect on him, which was indeed the case, after all, how could someone be angry with a guy who had already booked a ticket to hell?

As he spoke, Myne stored the food table back into his inventory and replaced it with another pre-set wooden table laden with dozens of different tools.

"Yes, it wasn't difficult for me to fool a fool like you..." The fatty, who was confidently speaking, saw the familiar-looking table with even more recognizable tools on it, and a chill ran down his entire body. The words he had prepared died in his throat, swallowed back into his big belly.