After the event ended, Mr. Fatty slapped his belly and laughed so hard he could barely close his mouth. He was actually quite popular.
Some people simply had fetishes different from everyone else's. Although he was not as popular as the others, he was very satisfied with his current life.
Higher income, higher status, celebrity treatment, and a steady supply of gene meat to continuously strengthen his genes and cells.
Having those chunks of meat and not having them were two entirely different concepts, with completely different results.
They were simply monsters that had consumed fewer gene meat chunks than the others, yet their performance was somewhat stronger.
And all of this was thanks to his manager, who had given him the perfect track and made sure he had no competitors.
As he exchanged experiences from the event with his companions, Mr. Responsibility, who had delivered the final farewell speech, also returned from outside.
The moment he entered, all the Superstar Squad members who had been sitting around chatting or eating immediately stood up to show their respect.
After all, they had witnessed the fate of Chariot with their own eyes. Even after fully unleashing himself, such a powerful member of their kind had still been hammered to death on the spot by Mr. Responsibility. They did not want to become the next one! With the benefits so good now, all they wanted was to stay in their positions a little longer.
Mr. Responsibility said nothing, but he still enjoyed the respect—or rather, the awe—these people showed him.
He did not really care whether the way these guys acted matched what they were thinking inside. He only cared about what he could see.
Once someone knelt before you, no matter how he explained that action in his heart, at that