Before long, the two heavyweight prisoners were brought before Solam.
G Fat was still as green and plump as ever—a green variation of pale and chubby, since he was a goblin—but his fat had shrunk by a full circle. He had successfully slimmed down from a three-hundred-pound fatty to two hundred and fifty pounds.
Solam had burned away a hundred pounds of fat in one go.
For G Fat, that was a loss so disastrous it hurt to the bone. That fat was not merely fat—it was power he had accumulated over countless centuries. Losing weight meant losing that power. Who knew how long it would take, or how much effort it would require, to put it back on?
Honestly, after witnessing G Fat's abilities, Solam truly felt that the world was full of strange wonders.
G Fat's ability looked ridiculous, but it was actually absurdly powerful! Solam had punched his brain into mush, yet he was still lively and full of vigor, completely unharmed. That level of regeneration could no longer simply be called impressive.
G Fat was extremely cooperative. After Solam captured him, he did not resist. Whatever Solam asked, he answered honestly, so sincere that he did not seem like a demon—or even a goblin.
Yet G Fat had a perfectly sound argument for this. He said he was a businessman, not some tough guy. Since he would never be able to endure torture in the end anyway, he might as well confess honestly from the start. That would not only spare Solam the trouble, but also save him from a beating. Wasn't that killing two birds with one stone?
In G Fat's eyes, nothing in this world mattered except himself. He had even said that if Solam let him go, he was willing to trade away