BXBX NOVEL Chapter 378 Famine
Chapter 378 Famine
Crash!
Ambrose crashed through a door and saw everyone wrestling on the ground, trying to eat others with drooling mouths and blood-red eyes.
On the other side of the car, the sick-looking man opened the door, looked over his shoulder at Ambrose with a slight smile, and then stepped through.
Ambrose pulled out his wooden sword and slashed through the air, sending a golden-colored slash flying across the car.
It destroyed the door and the side of the passenger car, but the sick-looking man had already entered another car. He was looking back at Ambrose through the window with a smile on his face.
It was as if he was just playing around with him.
"Formlessness!" Ambrose flew across the passenger car and smashed through the door of another car. He sent a golden-colored slash across the car, trying to avoid the passengers, and hoped it would hit the sick-looking man.
However, the sick-looking man had vanished somewhere.
Ambrose frowned, jumped out of the window, and used Formlessness to fly on top of the train. He saw the sick-looking man standing on top of the train with his long coat fluttering against the wind.
"Stop this!" Ambrose screamed, crossed the distance with a single step, and brought his wooden sword down with a rageful scream.
The sick-looking man dodged the sword with a sidestep and flicked his finger. The flick created a shockwave bullet that struck Ambrose in the chest and sent him hurling across the air.
"Argh!" Ambrose stabbed the wooden sword into the roof of the train and stopped himself from flying any further. He then kicked the air and launched towards the sick-looking man.
Rumble—his stomach rumbled.
"Aren\'t you hungry?" The sick-looking man smiled and moved his finger into a flicking stance. "You should go satisfy your hunger; otherwise, you might starve to death.
He then flicked his finger and created a shockwave bullet that moved at the speed of the real bullet.
Ambrose quickly placed the wooden sword in front of him and blocked the shockwave bullet.
However, it still sent him flying back like a kite.
He quickly used Formlessness to stop his body mid-air and flew back to the sick-looking man. He repeatedly smashed his sword down.
The sick-looking man weaved past the sword with calculated and accurate steps. It looked like he knew where the sword would go before his opponent moved.
"Mortal Style, D?mon!" Ambrose smashed his sword down.
The sick-looking man blocked the wooden sword with his bare hand, and the train roof below his feet cracked and dented.
The attack was obviously inhumanly powerful, but the sick-looking man still managed to effortlessly block it.
"Hunger Strike." The sick-looking man slammed his fist deep into Ambrose\'s gut.
"Ugh!" Ambrose fell down to his knees and held his chest.
Rumble!
He had never been this hungry before in his life. He felt like he could eat anything to satisfy his hunger.
Even the food that he didn\'t fancy before felt very tempting. He only wanted to eat something to fulfill his hunger.
At that moment, his flesh turned crispy, and his muscular body started to shrink.
His body started to look malnourished at a visible speed.
[HP: 300/660]
[-100 HP]
[HP: 200/660]
[-100 HP]
[HP: 100/660]
[-99 HP]
[HP: 1/660]
[Immortality Activated!]
[Time: 3:00]
Ambrose looked like a skeleton, with barely any flesh. His flesh looked like a sheet of paper that could easily tear. His ribcage was visible, almost breaking through his flesh.
His face also looked like it had aged sixty years, and his legs were so skinny that they wouldn\'t be able to hold his body\'s weight.
"Want something to eat?" The sick-looking man crouched in front of him and brought an orange from his back pocket. He rubbed it against his dirty coat and offered it to him.
"A juicy orange."
"Ngh…" Ambrose let out a pained groan and reached out towards the orange.
However, then the sick-looking man pulled his hand back and took a large bite of the orange. He let out a happy and relieved sigh.
"Very tasty. This orange is from the orangelands of Beautyville. They grow the oranges there, and there is something about the soil there that makes the oranges there delicious."
"Ng…" Ambrose lowered his head, and he was too hungry to move his arms anymore.
However, his fingers twitched slightly, and they pointed towards the sick-looking man. It looked like his fingers were trying to grasp something.
In that moment, a transparent light started to seep out of the sick-looking man\'s body.
Ambrose was trying to steal his fate!
"You are a bold one." The sick-looking man smiled, and the stolen fate started to return to his body. "Horseman\'s fate is corrupted, anyway."
\'W-why is it not working?\' Ambrose wondered in despair and saw the transparent light return to the sick-looking man\'s body.
The sick-looking man looked over to the grasslands. The train was passing past an abandoned-looking town with its buildings ruined. It was in the middle of the grasslands.
"Oh, my stop is here." He chuckled and finished eating the orange.
"W-who are you?" Ambrose whispered painfully.
"Who I am is not important. What I represent is." The sick-looking man said that and suddenly whistled. His whistle carried a malicious aura that traveled across the air.
"W-what do you represent?" Ambrose asked with an almost inaudible voice. He felt his hunger was eating him inside out.
"I represent famine." The sick-looking man said and smiled. "So, you can call me Famine."
"Famine…"
Neigh—at that moment, a powerful neigh reverberated throughout the air.
A black horse with wide black wings descended from the sky. It looked just like the Chrysallis horses, but far more evil-looking and menacing.
It landed next to Famine with a hungry-sounding neigh.
Famine mounted the horse and caressed its mane.
"Famine follows me, you see." Famine said and looked at the nearly-dead Ambrose. "Therefore, once I leave, the famine leaves with me.
"This\'ll be a lesson for you all. Be grateful for having food with you; be grateful for being able to eat warm food; and be grateful for living without famine."
Neigh—the horse neighed loudly and flapped its enormous wings as it went airborne. It flew away with Famine.
It started to fly towards the abandoned town in the distance.
"Argh!" Ambrose touched his stomach and felt his hunger slowly vanish.
"T-this was a lesson? What an evil being."
Screech—the train\'s wheels let out bright sparks as it came to a sudden stop. It was clear that the train conductor and driver wanted to ensure that everyone was all right.
After his immortality ended, Ambrose let out a scream, and his body slowly returned to its previous state. His muscles looked as solid as ever, and his face looked younger once again.
"Fuck!" Ambrose let out a loud scream. "Can\'t I ever have a proper trip somewhere?!"
He breathed heavily and used his Formlessness to fly back to the restaurant car. He wanted to ensure that the kid was alright.
After returning to the restaurant car, he saw Mark and Maul groan painfully on the ground. Their stomachs were swollen, as it looked like they had eaten a little bit too much.
However, it looked like they would survive that.
The kid, on the other hand, was being hugged by his mother. It also seemed like they remembered everything that happened, and to some, it was very traumatizing.
However, luckily, both seemed all right.
"Whew…" Ambrose pinched his glabella. "What a lesson."