In the alley, I can see a group of people.

They are crowding around…

Nomzilla!

He seems to be unconscious for some reason.

Their leader seems to be poking him with a sword.

[Hey lady! What the hell are you doing?!]

"What?! Who are you! This is a restricted area!"

[Restricted area my ass! What did you do to my friend?!]

"Your friend?! You consider the Gluto follower your …"

[Yes, now step aside! Why is he here?]

"I don't know! Now go away! This is now an official investigation!"

[If your so-called investigation is to poke him with a stick you may as well leave!]

She hides her weapon behind her back.

C'mon I saw it already.

I move closer.

"We can't even tell if he is still alive without touching him and…"

Without touching him she says.

With a disgusted expression to boot.

Please, saving a life takes priority.

He needs to taste more of my pies.

I move my ear closer.

Is he not breathing?

Actually, there is too much fat to tell.

I can hear them talking about how this isn't part of their job.

Something about never touching such a disgusting creature with their naked hands.

Enough is enough.

[All of you, leave!]

At first, they are recalcitrant, but then I make eye contact.

With every single one.

Giving them that look.

Promising them a slow death if they don't get out of my face right now.

I don't mind them not doing their job.

But I can do without the sly comments.

Only the worthless leader is left.

"T-that sorry about that. I'll teach them manners later."

Don't care.

Think.

Gluto is all about eating.

I know.

Well, I hope this will work.

I crouch down next to him.

I raise the flab.

Then I enter.

Yes, that is the term.

There is enough fat tissue to serve as a tent.

The luxury kind that can host many.

Hot.

Stuffy.

Sweaty.

Wobbly.

Pressing on me.

Not the best experience.

Finally, I reach what I think is the source of it all.

Where the bones should be.

Then I circulate divine energy full speed.

Then I lift.

With my back straight, cause I'm no amateur.

I somehow manage to accomplish it.

"How?! How are you even alive in there?! How do you have the strength to…"

[We of The Unnamed God Sect never leave a man behind. Ever!]

I mean.

I never do.

They simply all leave at some point.

Ah, there is little Bai in a coma, but he's in good hands.

Doesn't count right?

This scene must look comical from an outsider's point of view.

Or not, judging from the screams.

A mass of flesh just getting carried all over.

The skin is dragging a bit…no, a lot.

Nothing I can do about that.

"How are you even breathing in there?"

Actually, I'm not.

That's my secret.

I also have another issue.

I am now outside the alley.

I have no clue where to go.

My vision is completely obstructed.

But I have a trump card!

[Wolfie! Guide us back home! I need audio signals!]

She starts howling softly.

I follow the sound.

I have a guide wolf!

How awesome is that?!

Wait a moment.

I could also do that.

Scouting ability activate!

Oh god.

This is disgusting.

The moving mass of …

Still, at least now I can see where I am going.

I feel like a guy that just bought a brand-new car.

With the new one having cameras installed for once.

Feel like a new world opened for me.

I simply follow Wolfie.

It's not needed anymore, is it?

Well, it's kinda cute how she's dutifully escorting us.

Acting like a bodyguard.

Except people are really running from what they think is a monster.

Seriously how do they live here and not know about him?

He would be a touristic attraction from where I'm from.

At least, I think.

That may sound mean at first, but if he gets fed he'd be 100% fine with it.

After a while, we finally reach the bakery.

The door is still destroyed.

I leave him outside and enter.

I quickly grab all the food I can.

The old man is the only one inside.

He looks at me intrigued.

I tell him to get more food ready.

Then I throw a pie at the guy in the coma.

Right at him.

I'd aim for the face but I don't know where it is.

*WOOSH!*

Just as the delicious confection is about to hit his skin…

His head stretches out and he gobbles it all.

Now he is back to his unmoving self.

I knew it!

I keep going.

Some people sleepwalk.

He sleepeats instead.

No, devour would be the better term.

After all, he has already gone through a few dozen pies.

The lady that followed us here for some reason is just watching in awe.

What can I say?

I am truly handsome!

I bet she can't help but admire my throwing form.

Perhaps she admires our brotherly bond too.

Just a man caring for his sick friend.

Actually, I still don't know the issue.

Then again it happens to the best of us.

I mean coma in an alley may be slightly extreme.

I usually just sleep there.

"Why are you helping him?"

[He is my friend.]

"I thought the church of Gluto didn't have friends."

[Then you thought wrong.]

*RUMBLE*

How is a human making such a sound by waking up?

"Ah! That felt great!"

[Are you okay? What happened to you?]

"Oh, nothing much. Attacked by some guy."

"That should be impossible! Our system is…"

"Very flawed, yes. Very useless."

"There is no way that…!"

[Shut up! So, who's the enemy?]

"Some necromancer, death-magic user. I got his physical body, but his soul escaped."

[Soul?]

"His spirit. Well, actually it felt strange. As if there were multiple consciousnesses inside him."

[Gotcha, multiple personality disorder. I know that one.]

"It's a shame I would have gotten him too if the worthless defense system didn't get in my way."

[So what should we do about it?]

"Our unit will track him down and …"

So she says, but we both ignore her.

"I'll be fine. Just be careful on your side."

[What about revenge?]

"I'm good. These guys are hard to make resurface. They can hide easily."

[So just be careful and wait? Gotcha.]

We just nod and both leave to do our own things.

In the background, the lady is clamoring about answering her questions.

Not like I know anything, let's just get back to the pies.

Can't wait for the wave of enthusiastic customers we'll soon get.

I feel like I forgot something, meh whatever…