The Improper Immortal Binding Rope

A rope suddenly appeared in Liu Bing's hand. The moment it appeared, Mo Fan, who was still reeling in shock, immediately wanted to run.

That was the Immortal Binding Rope. He only had the strength of a Heavenly Immortal; once bound, he would not be able to escape.

Before he could move, however, the Immortal Binding Rope in Liu Bing's hand had abruptly wrapped itself around him.

He froze for a moment, then flew into a rage. "Fuck you! If you're going to tie someone up, could you at least do it properly?!"

Mo Fan was currently bound by the Immortal Binding Rope in the humiliating style known as Tortoise-Shell Binding. Just imagining how he looked right now made him want to die on the spot.

"Ahem, sorry. That's just how this Immortal Binding Rope binds people. Please bear with it." Liu Bing coughed awkwardly. He felt rather embarrassed too.

Previously, he had only used the Immortal Binding Rope for certain naughty kinds of play, so he had never thought there was anything strange about it.

But things were different now. The target being bound was a man, and it was absolutely eye-searing to look at.

The key was...

"Why the hell are you blushing like a damn teapot?!" Liu Bing saw that Mo Fan's expression had become strange. His face was actually flushed with rosy clouds, looking bashful and shy.

Liu Bing nearly lost it when he saw that. You were a man—making such a shy, coquettish expression was disgusting, okay?

"You think I want this? I'm fucking humiliated right now, okay? Why don't you just finish me off? A warrior may be killed, but never humiliated!" Mo Fan was furious too. This position was simply too unbearable.

Even as a system, he could not endure it.

"You're a system. What the hell do you have to be embarrassed about?!"

"Who says systems can't feel shame? We have feelings too, okay?" Mo Fan desperately wanted to self-destruct on the spot and blow this bastard to death.

But with the Immortal Binding Rope restraining him, all his power was sealed away. Self-destruction was nothing more than a wishful dream.

Liu Bing watched Mo Fan's expression grow increasingly bizarre. It looked like this guy would soon turn into an M.

Unable to stand it any longer, Liu Bing directly disintegrated Mo Fan, leaving behind only a mass of pure origin energy.

As Mo Fan was destroyed and disintegrated, the Immortal Binding Rope returned to Liu Bing's hand.

Liu Bing looked at the Immortal Binding Rope in his hand and really wanted to throw it away. This rope was starting to feel unusable.

But it was still an incredibly powerful treasure, and Liu Bing could not bear to part with it.

So he could only gather a ball of flame and fiercely temper the Immortal Binding Rope, sterilizing and disinfecting it inside and out.

Then he calmed himself down and pulled the Chat Group system out from within his body, manually adding a dismantling and recycling function to it.

Once the function was complete, he immediately absorbed that mass of origin energy into the Chat Group system for recycling.

This recycling operation actually earned him five million points.

Liu Bing nodded in satisfaction. A mass of Heavenly Immortal-level origin energy could be recycled for five million points. A drop of Pangu's Essence Blood cost one hundred billion points, so by that calculation... two hundred thousand Heavenly Immortals...

Damn it, it still sounded so expensive!!!

Where was he supposed to find two hundred thousand Heavenly Immortals so easily?!

Liu Bing complained for a while, then flashed back to Fubuki's side.

Liu Bing did not know that the awkward scene just now had caused many people in the Primordial World to laugh themselves into a mess.

"Empress, you're still the clever one. You actually secretly gave that Immortal Binding Rope..." Xuan Nu had only gotten halfway through her sentence when Nuwa shot her a glare.

"That treasure was given to Liu Bing by Tu Xingsun. What does it have to do with me?" Nuwa promptly distanced herself from the matter.

That treasure really had nothing to do with Nuwa. She had merely added a trait to it: the binding method of the treasure would permanently solidify into the method used the first time it bound someone.

Therefore, how the Immortal Binding Rope tied people up depended entirely on how Liu Bing used it.

Who could have imagined that Liu Bing played so wildly? The first time he used the Immortal Binding Rope, it had actually been for naughty play.

So it was never the treasure that was improper. It was people!

People!

Over on Fubuki's side, she and Saitama had already arranged all the dead heroes neatly on the ground.

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The moment Liu Bing appeared, Fubuki immediately approached him. "Please help me."

"I already said I would help you. But from now on, you'll be working for me. You agree to that, right?" Liu Bing emphasized once again that they would be his laborers from now on.

"I agree. Please help me." Fubuki agreed without a second thought. After all, they were already dead. As long as they could be revived, working for someone did not seem like such a bad thing.

Besides, they had worked for the Hero Association before.

Work was work no matter where they did it.

Liu Bing nodded and directly took out the Investiture of the Gods, writing the names of the heroes on the ground into it.

Once those heroes were entered onto the list, their shattered bodies instantly recovered, and they opened their eyes one after another.

The sight nearly made Saitama's eyes pop out of their sockets. These people had been dead beyond doubt, especially Child Emperor, who had been reduced to nothing but a head.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he had come back to life. Even his body had been restored.

Could this be a god?

Thinking of how Liu Bing had abruptly restrained both him and that monster earlier, Saitama felt like he was about to ignite.

He had still been somewhat unsatisfied when his fight with that monster had been interrupted halfway through.

The moment Fubuki saw Tatsumaki's complexion turn rosy and her eyes open, she rushed over and hugged Tatsumaki, sobbing her heart out.

She had been filled with hatred, pain, and despair before, so she had not broken down and cried. But now that she saw her sister had truly come back to life, she could no longer hold herself together.

Her sister was alive. Though she would once again have to live in her sister's shadow, that shadow no longer felt like a shadow to her.

It was a pair of wings.

Compared to Fubuki's tearful breakdown, Tatsumaki was initially somewhat confused. But that confusion was quickly replaced by utter despair, along with a faint trace of resentment.

After all, the thing she had always cared about was currently attacking her face like crazy.

That soft sensation, along with the faint milky fragrance, constantly reminded her that she was an invincible woman with a built-in flat chest.

"Eh, hadn't this old man already died?" Bang pushed himself upright in confusion and examined his body.

He felt as though he had been reborn. His slowly aging body seemed to have been infused with fresh vitality, and there was also a terrifying power within it that he could not even imagine.

Atomic Samurai also climbed to his feet. He was still confused when his gaze happened to land on the equally confused Child Emperor. His eyes instantly widened.

He had watched that guy smash Child Emperor's body, along with his mech, to pieces with one punch.

At that time, Child Emperor had been left with only a head. He could not have been more dead. So why did he look completely fine now?

Atomic Samurai reached out in astonishment and poked Child Emperor's smooth, naked body. "Hey, weren't you dead?"

Atomic Samurai's poke snapped Child Emperor back to his senses. Looking down and seeing his smooth, naked body, his little face instantly turned red. He immediately squatted down and used both hands to cover his private parts as best he could.

All his equipment had been destroyed, and the backpack he always carried was nowhere to be found. It had probably been destroyed together with his mech.

Now, he did not even have anything to cover himself with.

Seeing Child Emperor's embarrassment, Blast smiled, tore off his already damaged cape, and draped it over Child Emperor.

"Thank you." Child Emperor hurriedly wrapped himself in the cape. Right now, he desperately wanted to leave and go home to put on some clothes.

But then he suddenly realized that Blast was supposed to be dead too.

Tatsumaki broke free from Fubuki's smothering embrace, floated slightly into the air, and looked levelly at Fubuki. "Little sister, what's going on? Shouldn't I already be dead?"

Tatsumaki could feel the changes within herself. She felt that crushing her former self to death now would be as easy as crushing an ant. With a single thought, she could obliterate who she used to be.

She did not believe that she had narrowly escaped death and then experienced a sudden surge in strength. That kind of thing only happened in novels or movies.

Reality was simple. Once you were dead, you were dead.

She felt that Fubuki should know something.