190: Fama single-handedly fights Deadpool's troops

Chapter 190: Fama Takes on the Deathsworn Troops Alone

The world is always balanced.

Humans possess excellent reproductive capabilities, magical professional talent, and intelligence, but the cost is a lifespan of barely a hundred years.

Whether it is a weak and ordinary person or a Hero among the world's nine great powers, none can escape this price.

Longevity extension is an act against the heavens, something that violates the natural laws of the world, and thus it is punished, with various kinds of punishments.

Fama doesn't have much lifespan left; he had spent time investigating many aspects related to longevity extension, so he naturally understood the pros and cons.

First, humans have only one chance at longevity extension. Even if it only extends life by one day or one hour, this chance will be used up.

Second, after longevity extension, magical professional levels will stagnate, and advancement will become very difficult. This is equivalent to losing one's potential.

Finally, those who extend their lifespan will randomly lose a talent. This is a permanent and irreversible punishment.

The cost of longevity extension is so great that many people, after fortunately obtaining longevity divine medicine, usually choose to save it until they are old and frail before using it.

The purple longevity divine flower can provide four hundred years of lifespan. Is that enough?

Clearly, for Fama, who is nearing the end of his life, this is definitely enough. Four hundred years is equivalent to living four extra lifetimes!

However, facing the Spirit Snake Madam's cooperation invitation, Fama still accepted without hesitation.

After all, one point is very important: the chance for longevity extension is only once, so naturally, the more lifespan added, the better.

Fama didn't know what Dick's method was. He didn't even hold out much hope in his heart. Could a nineteen-year-old boy know such a profound secret?

But adhering to the idea of 'better to believe it than not', Fama still decided to give it a try.

The probability was small, but what if?

"Master, that old man has accepted the cooperation. He's coming over now."

Hearing the Spirit Snake Madam's telepathic message, Dick's lips curved. There wasn't much surprise in his heart, as he knew Fama would definitely not refuse.

Fama had produced so many 'illegitimate children', risked using his public position for personal gain, and even personally came to the Gaia Dungeon.

From these matters, it is not difficult to see that Fama has a considerable obsession with longevity extension. He would never give up any opportunity.

In just three minutes, Fama used high-level magic and directly arrived at the place where Dick and his group were staying.

He wore a mask, his body was hunched, and he stood there like a scarecrow made of withered branches, ready to fall with a push.

However, no one dared to underestimate Fama.

His terrifying magical power pressure at level 71, just a hint of it leaking out, caused all the adventurers of the Super Squad to immediately stand up, their expressions tense.

Cecilia protected Elizabeth behind her, her vigilance at maximum.

Dick pressed his hand down, signaling everyone to calm down.

"Guild Master," Dick raised the wine pot, poured Fama a cup of warm wine, and said slowly, "Would you like to come over and have a drink?"

Fama did not refuse. He quickly came and sat beside Dick, took the warm wine he offered, and sipped it slowly.

Soon, a look of approval appeared in his eyes, and he drank the wine in one gulp.

"Good wine. What is it called?"

"eternal," Dick poured Fama another cup and joked, "This is a top-grade magical wine brewed by a professional winemaker. It has an excellent effect on senile dementia."

Although Ina and the eternal she brewed were destroyed along with the Clock Tower fire, before that, Dick had shamelessly asked Old Tom for several jars.

"Senile dementia, you say?"

Fama glanced at Dick and said coldly, "Daring to mock me like this, your guts are truly sky-high."

"If I didn't have big guts," Dick chuckled lightly, "how would I dare to cooperate with you, the Human Butcher?"

"I've seen quite a few arrogant young men like you. They are self-assured of their astonishing talent and act eccentrically, but most of them die young..."

Facing Fama's threatening words, Dick was completely unfazed. Instead, he shook his head and said, "Then you must protect me well. Only by being alive can I help you extend your lifespan."

Dick wasn't afraid of Fama at all, as he had nothing to fear.

"The method of longevity extension is the mystery of mysteries. You are merely a nineteen-year-old boy; on what basis do you dare to guarantee that you definitely know?"

Fama stared into Dick's eyes, simultaneously releasing magical power pressure, attempting to create both mental and physical pressure.

It was difficult for ordinary people to withstand Fama's aggressive questioning; it was the natural fear of the weak towards the strong.

Fama had always disliked being used; he usually used others.

If Dick's answer was full of errors and clearly meant to deceive, Fama wouldn't mind demonstrating the true meaning of his nickname, "Human Butcher."

"Heh heh, you wouldn't actually think that I, Dick Grudia, am just 'merely a nineteen-year-old boy,' would you?"

His hundred lifetimes of experience made it difficult for him to truly feel fear. In his opinion, Fama's threat was more like an old Grandpa having a tantrum.

Hearing this, Fama was slightly startled and subconsciously recalled Dick's identity information. The more he thought about it, the more extraordinary it seemed.

Dick's identity as an Elite alone already indicated that he was a once-in-a-million genius, and now he was about to win the Youth Group championship...

Undoubtedly, these were all symbols of Dick's excellence.

If these could still be explained by common sense, then Dick controlling the Spirit Snake Madam to do things... this was truly too outrageous.

Although the Spirit Snake Madam claimed that Dick was her male favorite, this couldn't deceive Fama. How could a majestic level 58 Beast do so much for a human?

It was likely that the Spirit Snake Madam guarding the Underground City entrance for so long was also Dick's arrangement.

Undoubtedly, this female snake was 100% controlled by Dick, like a loyal maid.

Fama had lived for so long, but he had never seen an adventurer who could control a floor BOSS. This even exceeded the scope of common sense.

Thus, Dick saying that he could extend his lifespan by many more years had a considerable persuasive power and didn't sound like bragging.

"My wording was inappropriate," Fama's doubt lessened, and a little more trust emerged. He said softly, "Tell me, what is your method?"

Dick shook his head and didn't explain immediately. Instead, he turned to look behind him, towards the Deathsworn Troops who had caught up.

"Perhaps you should deal with this group of greedy bandits first. After all, if the purple longevity divine flower is stolen, everything will be gone."

Fama nodded slightly and slowly walked towards the Deathsworn Troops. The magical power in his body circulated rapidly, and his thick robe billowed.

Actually, Fama would have dealt with the Deathsworn Troops even without Dick saying so. Anyone who prevented him from extending his lifespan had to die.

On the other side, Victoria furrowed her delicate brows, looking at Dick and his group standing still, her heart full of confusion.

After all, Kun had delayed for quite some time, and the strength on Dick's side wasn't bad either. Victoria had thought they would have to chase them outside the Gaia Dungeon.

But she never expected that Dick and his group wouldn't run and were instead waiting for them in place.

This greatly increased Victoria's vigilance. Dick's abnormal behavior was truly somewhat strange. If they could have won in the first place, why did they run just now?

But seeing Elizabeth and Cecilia wearing white fox masks, Victoria still decided to act.

Anyway, in this assassination plan, Victoria and the Deathsworn Troops had no intention of surviving. As long as they could kill Elizabeth, everything could be sacrificed!

Since they weren't afraid of death, they had fewer concerns.

However, looking at Dick and his group, they seemed... not planning to fight?

Those adventurers from the Super Squad were all not in combat mode. They were standing relaxed, looking as if they were watching a good show.

And Dick was even sitting there drinking wine and eating meat, completely at ease, with only a hunched old man slowly walking over.

What did this mean?

Could this old man possibly intend to take on all of them alone?

As this absurd thought just appeared in Victoria's mind, it was immediately confirmed.

Fama walked to a place fifty meters away from the Deathsworn Troops, then stopped. He stretched out a pair of withered hands and rapidly chanted a spell.

Soon, a fireball the size of an egg slowly formed. It looked like the most basic Fireball spell, which even a Mage apprentice could cast.

Victoria tilted her head and subconsciously said, "Is that all?"

However, in the next second, the fireball continuously underwent fission, splitting into two, then four, then eight... Soon, thousands of fireballs appeared around Fama.

At the same time, all the fireballs were continuously growing larger, from the size of an egg to the size of a watermelon, completely filling the entire Underground City passage.

Waves of scorching heat rolled in. Although the scene was magnificent, the adventurers watching the show didn't dare to stay and fled one after another.

When experts fight, especially high-level Mages, the range is wide and the damage is high. Even just the aftermath can shake others to death.

"Meteor Shower."

Fama muttered softly, and then the thousands of fireballs around him shot out towards the Deathsworn Troops like terrifying cannonballs.