Trying to Make a Living in Another World with a Bottomless Appetite - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: George’s True Strength

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Boom!

The shock waves from the collision crashed into the restaurant’s walls.

The expression of Ol’ Lasov, who was hiding behind the counter, darkened. His precious restaurant!

At this moment, no matter how noble the status of Saintess was, Ol’ Lasov’s impression of her was as poor as it could get.

“I’ve decided. Next time, I’m putting up a sign that says, ‘no Divine Temple people allowed.’

Damn it, did this woman not understand human language?

Of all the places she chose to provoke George, it had to be here.

Naturally, he wouldn’t place the blame for this incident on George.

He practically watched George grow up. He and George could be considered life-long friends despite their age difference.

Since their relationship was so tight, naturally the blame for all the losses he’d incurredfell on the Divine Temple.

Boom!

The new round of bombardment stirred up more dust in the restaurant. Ol’ Lasov turned to his staff and hollered,

“What are you waiting for? Quick, take the guests outside.”

Boom!

The pots and pans on the kitchen counter were blown to the ground, and Ol’ Lasov too was hit by several small plates.

“Damn it!”

Shaking off the broken pieces of crockery from his head, Ol’ Lasov stood up and led his staff to evacuate the customers.

“Hurry up and leave before anything happens!”

Almost all the customers here were adventurers, so the battle didn’t scare them.

However, as they watched the fight intensify, they began to worry about being hit by stray attacks.

Tsss—

There was another exchange of blows, and this time Clayton was sent flying backwards. He stumbled for many steps before regaining his footing.

Compared to before, Clayton looked a little worse for wear.

But even at a time like this, Clayton’s face remained expressionless. He was like an ice-cold puppet, loyally carrying out his master’s mission.

An invisible force burst forth from Clayton’s body.

Combat Aura. It was a special power that could be awakened within warriors through systematic training of the body and unique breathing technique.

It was one of the Three Universal Systems of this continent.

“Hiss!“

The rhythm of Clayton’s breathing began to change, and specks of golden light emerged from his body and floated in the air.

The moment these specks of light appeared, they began circling Clayton. And under his control, they flew onto the sword in his hand.

Having been infused with Clayton’s Combat Aura, his sword became coated in a golden light that emitted a majestic force.

Everyone could feel a heavy pressure on their chests.

It was as if there was a mountain pressing down on their chest, making it difficult to breathe. Their hearts began beating rapidly under this pressure, causing them great discomfort.

As if sensing the threat Clayton posed, George did something that no one expected. He released Noxkaius.

He then tensed all the muscles in his body, causing his shirt to burst open. Terrifying heat radiated from George’s body, and the pieces of clothing that were flying in the air spontaneously combusted.

The air suddenly became scorching hot.

While still maintaining the black hole above his head, George’s muscles bulged and his body expanded. It was as if something was about to emerge from his body.

“This is…”

Everything that was happening to George were blows to Dionmya. As the most powerful being present, she saw more than everyone else.

She originally thought that he was just a little brat who relied on a divine weapon and had an outstanding appetite. Who knew that she only saw the most superficial aspects of him.

“No way, this young man has the bloodline of a giant?”

In Dionmya’s eyes, George had become a furnace that was constantly releasing terrifying amounts of heat.

The area closest to George had already begun to melt.

“Nope, George is 100% human.”

“You’re telling me this is a human?”

“Yep, he’s a human.”

“For him to be 100% human, then the only possibility is for either one or both of his parents to have ancestors who have surpassed Gold class.”

Bloodlines could be passed down. If one’s ancestors had a Golden Bloodline, then when the bloodline was activated, the strength of the one who activated it would be astounding. They might even awaken magical powers.

Celia hadn’t been exposed to supernatural bloodlines, so she didn’t know much about them. But Dionmya was different.

She could tell the difference between someone with a supernatural bloodline and someone without.

She was one hundred percent certain that George did not possess such a thing, so she asserted,

“No, that’s impossible. It’s definitely not a supernatural bloodline. There’s no such aura in this young man’s body.”

If it wasn’t some supernatural bloodline, then there was only one answer. Dionmya looked at George with eyes filled with a burning desire for knowledge.

“All of this can only be attributed to George’s constitution. What kind of constitution is capable of achieving this?”

If Dionmya had to evaluate George in his current state, then her only assessment would be that a Demon God of Flames was living in his body.

“I take back what I said before. If it’s George as he is right now. With just this terrifying physique, he could take on a Bronze, no, even a Mithril class.”

At this, Dionmya paused. She looked at George, who was still spewing heat like a volcano. Dionmya added,

“Of course, this is under the pretext that he could become stronger.”

In just a short while, there were already bystanders who started to catch fire.

“Help!”

“Quick, defend yourself with Combat Aura.”

Ol’ Lasov hurriedly reminded everyone as he saw what was happening to his customers.

“Use your defensive equipment.”

Upon hearing these words, many people finally came to their senses and hurriedly summoned their powers and or activated tools to defend themselves.

When the flames on their bodies finally dissipated and they were able to successfully resist the scorching heat, they all glared daggers at Vanessa.

“Damn it, I didn’t expect to suffer such a huge loss just from eating out.”

Like Ol’ Lasov, none of these people blamed George.

The smile on Vanessa’s face did not falter when she felt the antagonistic stares.

Although she couldn’t care less, she also knew that things would get troublesome if this dragged on.

While she got to enjoy the power and benefits brought about by her status as the Saintess of the Divine Temple, she also had to be careful not to cause the temple any trouble.

Especially since the Saintess was considered the face of the Divine Temple.

“Stand down, Clayton.”

With these words, the glowing sword that was about to strike suddenly dimmed.

Clayton dispersed the power he had gathered on his sword and sheathed it without paying any attention to George’s movements.

However, George, who had lost control, wouldn’t stop just because Clayton stood down.

But Vanessa wasn’t worried, because she knew there was someone who could make him stop.

“George..”