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The Ultimate Glutton System
Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Six

John looked the man standing at the other end of the bus in the eyes. This man looked back at John with a smouldering glare. As John looked into those burning eyes he couldn't help but be curious.

There was no one monitoring them other than Harry. So why didn't He just run away?

John knew how he could answer this question.

"So. What happens if you kill me?" Asked John.

"My debts will get paid two-fold and I'll be able to start a new life."

John smiled.

So they weren't just indiscriminately kidnapping people like Harry insinuated.

"Well, too bad for you. But your debts will only ever grow."

John began to jiggle in the man's direction.

"We'll see about that."

The man bent down and picked up a rock from the ground.

One of the best capabilities of the human body is the ability to throw an object hard enough to kill someone. The average person can throw a ball at a speed of up to one hundred and ten kilometres per hour. A trained person can throw a ball at a speed of up to one hundred and fifty kilometres per hour. That's faster than a car speeding down the freeway.

People's strength has been enhanced since then. The man attacking John right now threw twice that speed. Three hundred kilometres per hour. The top speed of a sports car.

WH-

John didn't even have the barest instant of time to react as the rock slammed straight into his forehead. John's vision swam with black dots and he stumbled back a step.

SHIT!

The man across from John had a smug grin on his face.

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"That's right. I'm fucking David, and you're my Goliath. Make me that cha-ching! cha-ching!"

"Stove, Refridgerator. GET HIM!"

The two dragons jumped from John's back. They flew towards the man.

"SHIT!"

The man turned and tried to run in the other direction. Only for the Refrigerator to spray frost upon his feet. The man slammed his frozen foot into the ground expecting it to bend to accommodate his motion. Instead, he just stabbed the dirt toe first.

It almost looked like he was tackling the ground as he slid onto the grass.

As this happened, John and his fat bounced in his direction.

"In real life, the giants only ever win. Because to become a giant you have to win. And keep on winning, And winners never stop winning."

"AHHHHHHHHH!" The man didn't hear a word of what John had said. Stove's searing flame was too intense for him to process anything else.

John couldn't help but wear a cruel grin.

He stood above the man.

"How about you die."

John slammed his nude leg into the man's back.

His rib cage shattered. Bones crunched, and blood spurted from his sides.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

The man reached forward. It was as if he was grasping for something invisible off into the distance.

And then his hand dropped. John knew that he would never be able to grasp what his hand was reaching for. After all, he was a dead man.

For a moment, John stood and stared off into the distance.

I just killed a person. That was all John could think to himself. He killed a person. There was just mute acceptance.

I broke my vow twice in two days. And I'll break it again. And again after that. Because I'll do whatever I have to.

Regardless of what abstraction John added. Or what facts he placed atop his feelings. That didn't remove the single unrevocable fact. He had just ended a complex and unique life that like every other life had touched thousands of other lives and left an invisible but vast mark.

With an expressionless look, John turned around and walked out from the back of the bus.

"Good. You passed." Harry handed a sheet of paper to John.

"This is the map to the mess hall. You'll be expected to pay for food tomorrow. But for today food is free."

John took the map from Harry's hands.

He was in the back of the line.

He would be the last one to get food.

The neutral expression on John's face vanished. It was replaced by a twisted frown that was swimming with agony.

~FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.~

John ran his hands down his face then turned around. The dragons flew onto John's head and shoulders.

"Let's go see if there's any food left," John said bitterly.

...…..

John walked into a large, sterile gray room. There was a line to the cafeteria blocked by a fence made from metal rods. And past that line there were rows upon rows of tables that were almost all empty except for a scattered people sitting by their lonesome. They were all at least two tables apart from each other.

I guess the people who pass the warrior tests are naturally kind of solitary. John thought to himself as he blubbered over to the line in the cafeteria.

Standing at the divider between the mess hall and the eating area was a woman with wrinkles around her eyes and a fishnet around her head.

A smile lit up on John's face.

In school, John had always been best friends with the lunch lady.

In fact, his only friend had been the lunch lady.

"What food do you have for me?"

The old woman looked at John for a moment. He was the most massive human she had ever laid eyes on. The fat in his arm must have weighed as much as her whole body.

"I'll just get you everything." She said.

John smiled. "THANK YOU!" He yelled.

The eyes of all of the people in the sparely populated Mess Hall turned to John for a few moments. Their stares seemed almost malicious to John.

But it was probably nothing.

.....

John sat down on his bench. In front of him was a table full of steak and stew and cake and soup and bread.

Basically, all the food they had left in the cafeteria.

John smiled and he tore through the food. Occasionally he would throw a bit of meat to the dragons, but he mostly kept all the food to himself.

{115,000 Calories consumed. +1 to strength and toughness.} (Add stats in post)

John pat his belly at a hearty and great-tasting meal.

Today Has been a pretty okay day.