A Glutton Shook the World

"You two go in and find this guy's companion!"

Hearing the fat man's words, henchmen A and B nodded and strode into the jungle.

"Crunch"

"Crunch"

As the sound of falling branches and leaves fading grew fainter, the two figures gradually disappeared into the dense forest.

Thirty minutes passed quickly, but the search duo still hadn't made any progress. This worried the fat man greatly, so he pointed at his two other henchmen and said, "You two go see what they're doing. Why haven't they come out yet?"

"Yes, boss!"

After saying this, younger brothers Bing and Ding also walked into the woods.

"This kid's pretty composed!" (The fat guy's inner thoughts)

After praising Gray, the fat man put his hand in his pocket, while his eyes scanned the jungle and his surroundings.

Glancing at the fat guy in front of him and the other two non-mainstream individuals beside him, Gray cursed inwardly, "Damn! This fat guy is really cautious!"

After suppressing the urge to act, the black-haired boy closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, waiting for the fat man's next order.

Seemingly sensing Gray's intentions, the fat man only waited twenty minutes before issuing the search order.

"Crunch"

"Crunch"

Once the cracking sound in his ears disappeared, the black-haired boy suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ice Make - Lancer"

"Whoosh whoosh"

Hearing the commotion behind him, the fat man smiled slightly. At the same time, the hand he had been holding in his pocket slid out of his clothes, dragging a small round mirror.

Ice Mirror Shield

"Buzz!"

Once it entered the air, the small round mirror emitted a pale blue light. Then, its size continued to increase until it completely obscured the fat man's figure.

"Bang! Bang!"

One after another, the icy white spears struck the cyan round shield, but they failed to break through its defenses.

"Ice Make Great Hammer Soldier"

"Whoosh"

Hearing the whooshing sound overhead, the fat man hurriedly looked up to check.

"Wow!"

After swearing, the fat man immediately put away his shield and rolled to the side.

"Boom!"

The fat man rolled out of the danger zone, and a giant ice hammer fell from the sky, turning the area into a deep pit.

"What are you all dawdling for? Get out here now!"

Upon hearing the fat man's roar, Gray instantly realized he had fallen into a trap, so he abandoned a group of lancers and an ice wall and made a quick getaway.

"Bang! Bang!"

When the fat man finished blocking the icy white spear and looked up, his nose instantly twisted with anger.

"Hateful!"

"Bang!"

After slamming his shield to the ground, the fat man didn't chase after Gray. Instead, he stormed angrily into the jungle behind him. (Heh! He wanted to chase after him, but Gray was long gone, and there was an ice wall blocking his way; he couldn't get past it at all.)

At that moment, the fat man was focused on settling scores with those unreliable guys, so he neglected to observe his surroundings. It wasn't until he rushed into the crime scene that he realized something was wrong.

"Uh... this... this... you... you all..."

"Waaah~"

"Waaah~"

The fat man's nerves were already in a state of chaos due to anger and surprise, and now, affected by the swaying and nodding of his chin, his rational system instantly collapsed. However, he was lucky enough to encounter a kind person who knew everything, so he finally understood what had just happened.

"Young man, don't worry. They were just knocked unconscious and tied up here. They are not in any danger, and nothing unspeakable has happened."

"Oh! That's good... gulp!"

After the subconscious action was over, the fat man mechanically turned his neck.

"Who... who are you?"

Upon hearing the fat man's question, the silver-haired youth revealed a kind (fierce) smile and said, "Little brother, don't be nervous. I just want to play a game with you guys. I don't mean any harm."

The moment the silver-haired boy finished speaking, the fat man pointed at his right hand and scoffed, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Who uses something like this to express goodwill?!"

"Huh? Who shoved this into my hand?!"

"Whoosh!"

After recovering from his shock, the silver-haired boy threw the object in his right hand behind him.

"Click"

"Click"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

After escaping the silver-haired boy's control, the flying scythe cut several centuries-old trees in half and planted them in the ground some distance away.

Seeing the commotion not far away, the fat man and his henchmen, who were tied up in a string, widened their eyes, stretched their mouths, and smeared their bodies white.

"Crack!"

The sound of the branch snapping pulled the non-mainstream group's spirits back to their bodies. Then, like a swarm of inchworms, they scrambled backward, skimming a considerable distance across the ground. Except for the fat leader, because his hands and feet were free.

"You... you... you don't... don't come any closer!" (Oh, I forgot to mention, to ensure silence, the silver-haired boy had gagged the inchworms, so although they were terrified, they couldn't express it verbally.)

"Young man, I've already thrown that thing away, why are you still so scared?"

"Yeah, this guy's already thrown away his weapon, why should I be afraid of him!"

After figuring this out with his remaining sanity, the fat man instantly started trembling. (PS: The 'trembling' here doesn't refer to physical shaking, but rather a different kind of 'trembling'... well, it refers to the mental state.)

"You brat, how dare you make fun of me! I'll teach you a lesson!"

After speaking, the fat man raised his left hand and took out a small twig from his right chest (the shield was previously placed on his left chest)... Uh, a slip of the tongue, it wasn't a twig, but a magic wand inlaid with a red gem.

"Call out!"

The next second, an orange-red fireball shot out from the tip of the wand.

"Ham!"

Clang!

Upon seeing the silver-haired boy's response, the fat man smashed his mouth into the ground, creating a deep crater, and the magic wand he was holding slipped from his grasp.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the non-mainstream crowd, the silver-haired boy jogged over to the fat man, handed him the wand from the ground, and then returned to his own position.

"It tastes great, I'll have another one!"

"Thump!"

After the silver-haired boy finished speaking, the fat man threw his wand aside and began to kowtow (without stopping).

"Brother, I was wrong. Please forgive me, I'm a magnanimous person!"

"Please spare me!"

"I said it tastes good, I'll have another one!"

Feeling the sudden, immense force on his shoulder, the fat man's back instantly broke out in countless white sweat.

"Big..."

"Um?"

With that nasal sound, the force intensified again, and the fat man, like his underlings, was slammed into the ground.

"Waaaaah... waaaah..."

After realizing the reality, the fat man made painful nasal sounds as he groped his way forward according to his memory.

"Call out!"

A moment later, the fireball reappeared in the air.

"Ham!"

Having obtained what he wanted, the silver-haired boy's frosty face was instantly filled with satisfaction, while several underground... well, semi-underground workers in the distance were also freed.

"Gulp!"

After digesting what was in his mouth, the silver-haired boy looked at the fat man opposite him with stars in his eyes.

"Brother, with my strength, I can only..."

Seeing the silver-haired boy's brows furrow, the fat man swallowed the rest of his sentence, then gritted his teeth and launched a third fireball.

"Ham!"

After quickly chewing the food in his mouth, the silver-haired boy's gleaming eyes were once again fixed on the fat man.

After their eyes met, the fat man squatted down and burst into tears.

"Big brother, I really have no magic left... Waaah..."

Although the fat man's cries were heart-wrenching and brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them, the Tyrant opposite him remained unmoved.

"Buzz!"

"Bang!"

Because he had turned 180 degrees before being crushed by the Ten-Thousand-Jin Gate, the fat man's face was now facing upwards, which gave him the opportunity to come up with a backup plan to save his life.

"Brother, although I've run out of magic, my underlings still have some. Why don't we have them prepare fireballs for you?"

"Um!"

With a nod or nasal sound, the fat man and the others regained their freedom.

"You have one minute. If I haven't eaten the fireball by then, I'll crush you all into meat patties!"

Upon hearing this, the fat man, who had just stood up, felt his legs go weak and almost fell into the human-shaped crater he had created.

"You have fifty seconds left!"

After the countdown to the trial began, the fat man hurriedly scrambled into his group of underlings and frantically helped one of them untie his restraints.

A short while later, the fireball that had disappeared for some time reappeared in the air.

Unfortunately, the fat guy and his companions encountered a gluttonous monster, so even if they exhausted all their magic, they still couldn't feed him. And this guy was stubborn, only interested in them. So, for the next few hours, they were brutally exploited by him. It's said that after this incident, these guys needed three whole years to recover. Um... apparently, one of the weaker ones even developed magic deficiency and died in his sickbed.

Um... that's a story for another time, so I won't spoil it here. Let's get back to the present!

Thanks to Old Suo's intervention, Gray successfully escaped being captured by the Gojo Bridge Family. However, this also meant he missed the opportunity to meet Gildarts and a shortcut to Fairy Tail.

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

After catching his breath with his hands on his knees, the black-haired boy turned his head and glanced behind him.

"Phew... finally shook them off!"

After confirming it was safe, Gray plopped down on the snow.

"I didn't expect these guys to be so troublesome. This is really troublesome!"

His eyes lingered on the distant buildings for a few seconds before the black-haired boy finally shifted his gaze to the white peak to one side.

"It seems we have no choice but to take the risk!"

After speaking, the black-haired boy stood up and walked towards the snow-white landscape in the distance.

"Buzz!"

Just seconds after Gray left, a silver-haired boy who had eaten half a full meal appeared at the edge of the circular snow pit with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Heh! This guy's pretty fast, looks like I need to speed things up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the space trembled, and then only footprints and snow pits remained.