Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 502: Show Off and Run! So Thrilling

And the branches of the Mother Tree enveloping the Colossus's Tower in the core area also tightened almost instantly under that sudden, massive blow.

Crack!

Countless vibrant flower buds blossomed on the branches of the Desire Mother Tree in the blink of an eye.

Her consciousness similarly fell into a brief blankness. Countless branches entwined around the Colossus's Tower trembled, and petals fluttered down in profusion.

Her murmuring consciousness was almost completely withdrawn.

Because she discovered that she, as the Desire Mother Goddess... had actually been punched into... into a stiffened state by a little fellow.

This...

And it wasn't just her.

If one observed carefully, they could even see that the pale silver Colossus's Tower seemed to be trembling slightly as well.

As if something inside was also experiencing violent fluctuations under the influence of M.At this moment.

Every single living being present, without exception, underwent the baptism of M.

And under the colossal fist.

The projection of the God of All Machines also stood there trembling.

The information stream was violently chaotic, devoid of the previous indifference and calm.

Then, under the gaze of the mechanical consciousnesses within the Hive, the God of All Machines took a step forward, only for his legs to go weak. The body constructed from the information stream suddenly knelt on one knee, panting heavily and emptily.

"Sovereign!!"

All the consciousnesses within the Hive roared out in humiliation and trembling.

He was affected!

Their Sovereign was also affected by that abominable flesh and blood creature!

[Ding! Congratulations on triggering the Epic Achievement: Root-Level Desire. You have gained 1000 base experience.]

[Root-Level Desire] Epic Achievement: Has a chance to be obtained after using the M Fist to severely affect multiple Root-level existences simultaneously. This indicates the host has been brave enough to risk their life to commit such a vile act. One should not, at the very least, one ought not. Congratulations on obtaining the permanent bonus: All Attributes +5, S&M Power Crit Rate +1%, Intensity +1%, Title [Desire Inflictor].

[Desire Inflictor]: Special title. The host's attacks will automatically carry a 0.1% passive effect of S&M.

Accompanied by the system prompt ringing in his ears.

Lynn slowly retracted his fist, seriously adjusted his shattered monocle frame, and looked at him calmly, saying:

"How does it feel? As a machine, you probably haven't experienced this sensation unique to flesh and blood creatures before, right?"

"That's right."

"What you're feeling now is exactly what your daughter felt. Although I don't want to admit it, to be honest..."

Lynn's expression was serious and composed as he pointed at him and shouted loudly:

"Your entire family has already been defiled by me!"

He flipped his hand over and even gave a thumbs-up.

Watching this scene from afar, the Desire Mother Tree and the mechanical consciousnesses within the Hive all trembled.

Just what kind of existence is this guy?!

Why can he so naturally and steadily pull another wave of hatred onto himself even in this situation?!

Is his talent for provoking people a damn innate skill?!

The God of All Machines also trembled as he knelt there on one knee, the surging information stream all over his body swirling incessantly.

Wave after wave, one after another.

It was as if countless abominable, burly brutes were currently discussing the meaning of life with you, one after another, and you could only endure.

[Ding! The God of All Machines' anger towards you +10.]

[Ding! The God of All Machines' anger towards you +15.]

At this moment.

The God of All Machines finally raised his head, eyes bloodshot. The information stream all over his body crackled and exploded with countless electrical sparks. Anyone could probably sense his insane killing intent at this moment.

This M Fist hadn't caused him any substantial damage.

But the insult factor was directly maxed out!

This feeling was like you just got home from work and saw an abominable guy doing that to your daughter. Not only was he unafraid, he even turned around and gave you a wicked, charming smile, arrogantly wanting to do the same to you as well.

This wasn't a fight.

This was clearly taking a dump on your head, coming specifically to disgust you!

But these weren't the main point.

The main point was, he actually got off on being punched by this guy!

"Going too far!"

At this moment, he raised his head filled with killing intent, suddenly made his move, and tore through the air, roaring:

"I'll kill..."

Hum—

A sonic boom.

Before he could even finish speaking.

Lynn had already controlled the massive Giant, swiftly turned around, and sprinted wildly into the distance like a sprinter taking off.

That massive Colossus phantom was actually forced by him to run with the rhythm of a 100-meter hurdle race.

The billowing dust kicked up was like exhaust from a car revving its engine, spraying right into the God of All Machines' face.

In a puff of smoke.

That figure had already run several kilometers away, leaving only the solitary God of All Machines standing in the dust.

From afar, one could only see the Colossus phantom raising a big middle finger as it ran.

"..."

The surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

All the observing mechanical consciousnesses stared emptily, witheringly, at this clearly dishonorable scene.

He... ran away?

Not long ago, he was being incredibly arrogant, looking down on their Sovereign, delivering a torrent of reprimands and mockery. Although they were furious, they had to admit they were also quite impressed by that guy's guts and his unflustered presence in the face of danger.

And he was controlling the Colossus phantom, a supreme existence that once stood in the same tier as their Sovereign!

The prestige was all built up.

And then he ran away!

"Does he have absolutely no face to save?!!"

All the mechanical consciousnesses were about to crack open (ΩДΩ).

Where is the dignity of a strong being?!

The courage to prefer death to dishonor?!

Were all those words he said earlier just to buy time on purpose?!

Was all that heroic spirit and the imposing aura of a fight to the death from before just an act?!

At this moment, even the God of All Machines' expression twisted grotesquely with rage. The killing intent emanating from him grew even more intense.

Because him running away like this was even more disgusting than taking the chance to attack him head-on.

Because this was practically taking a dump on your head, then pulling up your pants and leaving, not even giving you a chance to vent.

"Going too far! I originally intended to spare you, but now it seems you must die here today!"

The God of All Machines' face was filled with killing intent and brutality.

He almost instantly erupted, furiously shooting towards Lynn's direction.