Chapter 62: Large fried chicken

Lightstorm’s face also switched up. He was now realizing the repercussion of his action. He could see that the public doesn’t like the words he said, and he has a feeling that if a definite answer is not given according to what they want to hear, that there would be some issues with the public.

Lightstorm spoke up to try to change the conversation, to defend his words.

"It’s not what you guys think. Whatever you heard, it’s not what you think. I was only trying to say that whatever evidence Lupingo may have shown you could likely be fake, that he could have faked the evidence just so he could destroy our image. He is a villain. This is the kind of evil he can do."

I saw what Lightstorm is trying to do. He is trying to throw the blame at me. He is playing the villain card. And I would let him do this. I will support him, if it’s to save Void Starr’s image. After all, I can’t let my possible future girlfriend’s image be destroyed now.

There would be plenty more chances to expose the heroes’ way. After all, a leopard can’t change the spots on its skin.

"Yeah, what he said. The video could be fake. After all, I am a villain, and we are known to do some batshit crazy things. And as a villain, I will keep doing those things over and over again. And I hope that heroes like Void Starr would stop me, because I won’t be able to stop myself.

"Lightstorm, you too. I almost forgot about you. That’s so funny in a way. Like, how could I forget about you? After all, you have been the one that has been screaming in my ear ever since. My bad. So now, I would be on my way. Well, goodbye."

My shadow on the ground beneath me began to surge, and I began to sink into the ground. Nobody tried to stop me. Maybe they are still reeling from the words I said. Well, whatever they are reeling from, that helped me, because that would be another Sunknight incident.

After sinking through the ground, I appeared in an alleyway, off my villain costume. I could not directly appear at my base. I have to move farther than the location I can actually appear in. I don’t know what I am using to activate my power, maybe stamina or mana, but whatever that something is, I don’t think I have enough of it to take myself home.

After removing my costume, I was left with only the inner cloth I wore underneath my costume. My hair color black, a grey cargo short, and a black, round neck long sleeve.

I resembled someone that went out for a jog or a hike. I look normal. I stepped out, hailed a cab to a certain place, got down at the certain place, I then linked back into the shadow.

The scene after coming out from the shadow was my familiar home base. I was outside of it. My stomach was grumbling. It almost sounded like the shout of Godzilla, only in a much lesser way.

As soon as it sounded, it felt like all my energy left my body. I guessed my energy has been drained. After all, I have used two of my abilities plenty of times today. But this repercussion is just normal. But as I am now, I won’t be able to activate my abilities even if my life is at risk. I could feel that. And even if it was activated, I won’t be in my right mind again. There would be more repercussions than a very hungry stomach.

I breathed in and out to try to ignore the hunger, and that would be an easy thing for me to do. After all, I am in front of my house. I just need to reach the door.

But before I reached the door, it was opened, and someone came out.

"Mr. Friesian."

I recognized that shout. It was Avery. But what I don’t understand is why she looks like an alluring fried chicken in my eyes, or why her voice is coming out from the fried chicken in front of me, or why a giant fried chicken is even in front of me. I guessed I could finally remove ’hallucinating from hunger’ from my bucket list.

I saw the fried chicken walk toward me and then said,

"Mr. Friesian, walk. I don’t think I am strong enough to carry you."

I answered her, and I walked along with her, but I couldn’t help but ask her.

"Avery."

"Yes, Mister Friesian."

"Can you tell me why your voice is coming out from a fried chicken?"

"Fried what? Mister Friesian, you must be hallucinating from hunger. I guess you are very hungry."

"You know you look so tantalizing right now. I am using all my restraint on my body not to eat you up right now."

"Mister Friesian, what are you saying? You should not say that to a young girl. You are making this young girl’s heart shake, and you are also making me blush."

"What are you saying? I am just saying you looked delicious to eat right now, especially if I pour a chicken sauce on you. God, you would be so delicious to die for. I think I am salivating."

"Mr. Friesian, stop talking. You are wasting energy. Just shut up and have your seat. I would go and bring something for you to eat."

Avery left me alone after throwing me on the couch. I guess she went to fix something up for me. I don’t have any idea how we reached here. I was focused on the thought of the delicious chicken that was in front of me.

5 minutes later, she arrived with food for me to eat. She said that I would get my energy quickly. She said once I am fine, that she would dish up another meal for me.

I looked down on the table, and I saw a fruit salad. I looked at it and I looked at her, who still resembles a chicken to me, and I immediately felt reluctant.

I want to eat a hot fried chicken, and she kept a fruit salad in front of me. Well, I still have to eat it. After all, I need to recover my energy quickly.

I began to eat the fruit salad, and 10 minutes later I was done eating. And soon I could see clearly now. The fried chicken in front of me finally changed back to Avery.

I looked at her and said,

"Thank you. I wasn’t really in my right mind."

"Don’t worry, Mister Friesian. It’s nothing. I am always happy to help."

"I have said it plenty of times that you should call me by my name only, that you should remove the ’Mister.’ You even senior me by two good years, so I don’t know why the ’Mister.’"

"I can’t do that, Mister Friesian. You are my benefactor. Even though I am like a prisoner in your eyes, I still regard you as my benefactor. So I can’t. But I will try to, if that’s what you want."

"Yes, it would be nice if you tried to. But I will advise you to do what you want. It’s your choice, after all. It’s just that hearing you call me Mister Friesian makes me feel old."

"I am sorry for that. I am going to try."

"Okay, now that that’s done, where is Vivian? I haven’t seen her since I arrived."

"Miss Vivian? She is in the base underground. I think she is angry."

"Why would she be angry? I didn’t do anything wrong."

"Mister Friesian, are you sure you didn’t do anything wrong? Think about it."

"I have thought about it. I didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe she is in that m—"

"Mr. Friesian, don’t complete that. That’s a stereotype, a stereotype that says we women always get angry when we are on our period."

"Is that not true? Or am I wrong? I thought that it isn’t true."

"Yes, it’s not true, Mister Friesian. And you should be thankful that Miss Vivian was not here to hear that. If not, you would be in a bigger mess than you are already in."

"What bigger mess are you talking about? I still don’t know what you are talking about. Why don’t you tell me instead?"

"Mister Friesian, you finished your mission. Instead of leaving the scene immediately and coming home, you waited around for some heroes. Heroes that could kill you.

"Mister Friesian, don’t you like your life?"

She said all this and she sounded emotional. I still don’t understand what I did.

I was waiting for the heroes, alright. But I have a feeling that the higher-class heroes won’t have the time for someone like me. Was I sure about that? No, I wasn’t. But if I saw that it’s an S-class hero, I would quickly run away. After all, nobody likes my life more than I do. I just felt that the risk would be worthwhile.

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