Global Descent: Heaven's Executioner-Chapter 55: Can I… Follow You?"

Zayen’s figure flickered again, instantly crossing the distance between them.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the transformed fat young man and grabbed him by the neck, slamming him violently down onto the ruins.

Boom!

The young man’s head was driven nearly three meters into the ground, forming a terrifying crater several zhang wide.

Before he could even react, a storm of fist shadows rained down toward his face.

He only felt an endless barrage of terrifying punches smashing into him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each blow landed with crushing force, shaking the ground beneath them. His vision blurred as Zayen’s fists struck again and again, faster and heavier with every hit. Blood splattered across the shattered ruins as his head was repeatedly hammered into the crater.

After enduring several more crushing punches, the transformed young man’s body could no longer maintain its form.

The powerful physique that had appeared moments ago began collapsing rapidly.

His muscles shrank.

The crimson aura around him flickered violently like a dying flame.

In the blink of an eye, the well-built warrior disappeared, and the fat young man returned to his original bloated form, his face already swollen and covered in blood.

"Stop—stop! Stop!"

He cried out miserably, his voice trembling with fear.

But Zayen showed no mercy. His eyes were cold, completely cold.

Bang!

Another fist smashed into the fat young man’s face, burying his head even deeper into the crater.

The ground trembled violently.

Dust and broken stones shot into the air.

The fat young man felt his vision spinning wildly. Every bone in his face seemed to be cracking apart.

"Wait—! Wait! I—"

Bang!

Another punch cut him off.

Blood sprayed across the shattered ruins.

Zayen finally stopped after a few more punches.

He grabbed the fat young man by the collar and lifted him up like a broken rag doll. The once-arrogant player now looked miserable beyond recognition.

His nose was crooked. His lips were torn.

His eyes were swollen nearly shut. Zayen looked at him quietly for a moment before speaking in a calm voice.

"Run again."

The fat young man’s entire body trembled violently.

Run?

Run my ass!

If he tried running now, this lunatic would probably beat him to death before he could take ten steps.

"I... I won’t run! I swear!"

He shouted desperately. Zayen stared at him for a moment longer. Then a faint smile slowly appeared on his face.

But strangely, that smile made the fat young man feel even more terrified. Because at that moment, Zayen’s six golden wings slowly unfolded behind him again. Golden light spilled across the ruined battlefield. And the pressure in the air suddenly became ten times heavier.

Zayen tightened his grip on the fat young man’s collar and spoke again. His voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable pressure. "Now... give me the fragment."

The fat young man’s swollen face stiffened.

For a moment, he didn’t respond. His eyes flickered rapidly, clearly struggling with something in his mind. That fragment was the most valuable treasure he had obtained since entering this ruin. If he handed it over now, everything he had fought for would be gone.

But when his gaze met Zayen’s cold eyes—

His heart trembled. He had no doubt. If he refused, this lunatic in front of him would absolutely beat him to death without hesitation.

"I... I..." The fat young man hesitated, his voice trembling.

Zayen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The hand gripping the collar slowly tightened.

Crack...

The sound of fabric tearing echoed softly.

At the same time, a faint golden light began gathering around Zayen’s fist again.

Seeing this, the fat young man’s face instantly turned pale. "Wait! Wait! I’ll give it! I’ll give it!"

He shouted hurriedly, his voice almost breaking.

Only then did Zayen stop. The golden light around his fist slowly faded. The fat young man swallowed hard before tremblingly reaching toward his chest.

His fingers moved slowly, as if every movement weighed a thousand kilograms.

Finally, he pulled out a small object. A blue crystal fragment.

Zayen’s eyes immediately focused on it.

The fat young man forced out an ugly smile and held the fragment forward with shaking hands. "H-here... take it. . ..."

He spoke carefully, afraid that a single wrong word might anger Zayen again.

Zayen stared at the fragment for a moment. Then he reached out and took it from the fat young man’s hand.

After examining it briefly, Zayen nodded slightly.

With a flick of his wrist, he placed the fragment into his storage ring. Then, without another word, he casually tossed the fat young man’s battered body to the side.

The fat young man rolled several times across the ruined ground before finally stopping.

He lay there gasping for breath, his entire body aching as if every bone had been shattered.

For a moment, he didn’t dare move.

He only looked up at Zayen with fear still lingering in his swollen eyes.

Meanwhile, Zayen glanced at the fat young man lying on the ground like a dead rat and shook his head.

Without saying another word, he turned around and was about to fly away.

Just as he spread his wings, a weak voice suddenly came from behind him. "Wait..."

Zayen stopped. Slowly, he turned his head and looked back.

The fat young man was still lying in the crater, his body covered in dust and blood. With great difficulty, he lifted his head slightly, his swollen eyes barely able to open.

"What now?"

Zayen narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the fat young man strangely.

He didn’t understand why the man had stopped him again.

Did this guy still want another beating?

Zayen’s gaze turned colder as he stared down at the fat young man lying in the crater.

"If you called me just to waste my time," he said calmly, "I don’t mind giving you a few more punches."

The fat young man’s body immediately trembled when he heard this.

He hurriedly waved his hands despite the pain shooting through his arms. "N-no! That’s not it!"

He struggled to sit up, his swollen face forcing out a flattering smile that looked even uglier than before. "I just... I just wanted to ask something."

Zayen looked at him coldly. "Speak."

The fat young man scratched the back of his head awkwardly, clearly embarrassed. For a moment he hesitated, as if gathering the courage to say it.

Then he blurted it out shamelessly. "Can I... follow you?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

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Zayen stared at him, momentarily at a loss for words. The fat young man’s request left him speechless—he had just beaten him mercilessly moments ago, and now he wanted to follow him?

The fat young man coughed lightly and quickly explained, his voice full of urgency.

"I mean—look at it this way! You’re powerful, incredibly powerful! And this ruin is dangerous. If I follow you, I won’t cause you any trouble at all!"

He quickly raised three fingers like he was making an oath.

"I swear! I’ll be useful!"

"I can run errands! I can scout ahead! I can even carry things!"

Zayen’s expression remained indifferent, but he was speechless inside.

The fat young man continued speaking shamelessly. "Besides... you already beat me half to death anyway. If someone stronger comes along, I’ll just die."

He pointed at himself pitifully and continued, "But if I follow you, at least I’ll survive!"

Zayen looked at him quietly for a moment.

Then he spoke. "And why would I bring a burden with me?"

The fat young man froze for a few seconds, and then his face immediately turned serious, as if he had been waiting for that exact question.

"I’m not just any burden," he said quickly.

"I have a talent called Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune. It alerts me to danger before it strikes...and even points the way to treasure."

Zayen’s eyes flickered slightly when he heard this.

The fat young man noticed the reaction instantly and hurried to continue. "I know where several treasure locations are... and I also know where the dangerous places are."

Seeing that Zayen hadn’t immediately refused, the fat young man quickly crawled to his feet despite the pain and slapped his chest proudly.

"My name is Lucien Ardent, but you can just call me Lucien or Fatty!"

Then he grinned shamelessly.

"From now on, you can treat me as your loyal follower!"

"Wait... what was your name again?"

"Lucien Ardent! Aren’t you the one who discovered a new method to recover stamina by consuming the meat of magical beasts?"

"Hahaha... it seems the Boss has already heard of me. What an honor!"

Zayen looked at him for a long moment.

Then he shook his head slightly.

"Shameless."

But he didn’t tell him to leave.Lucien’s eyes instantly lit up.Because in his experience not being rejected meant there was still hope.

He immediately hurried over and stood behind Zayen like a loyal attendant, ignoring the fact that his face was still swollen like a pig’s head."Boss, where are we going next?"