Prime Originator

Chapter 189 - When You Got To Go, You Got To Go

"Who'd knew something this vulgar in appearance, could have such a profound taste. I have been enlightened." Leon patted his belly in satisfaction.

"Your Highness, if we keep up this level of consumption, we won't be able to last long. For this meal, we have used up five carcasses." Zorbek reminded.

Leon glanced at the pile of black exoskeletons. All the unused inwards and dripping blood have been reduced to ashes to eliminate foul smell.

"That's true. We need to exercise self-restraint from this point onwards." Leon nodded, before asking, "What's the progress on—"

Suddenly, an audible stomach rumble was heard.

"Ugh…"

Damir groaned. He clutched his stomach and paled with cold sweat.

"What's the matter with you, Damir? Are you not feeling well?" Marcus asked with surprise.

"I… I can't hold it anymore. I gotta go!" Damir roared, startling the group.

He undressed his suit of armor and found himself a hidden spot behind the pile of leftover exoskeletons.

"C'mon, it's too late to be pretending now. Everyone had already eaten and know the food was safe to eat." Marcus said with an ironic smile as if he had Damir's sudden behavior all figured out.

"Don't come over here! Arghh!"

"Quit playing around—"

Marcus suddenly paused and clutched his own stomach with a pale face. Similarly, he broke into cold sweats and said, "I… I think I gotta go too…"

Rumble… Rumble…

"Ugh… count me too…"

"And me three…"

Rumble…!

The sound of stomach growling became louder and more numerous. It was set off one after the other like a chain reaction. It didn't take long until everyone who had a taste of the devil's food began to fell into the same situation.

"Good heavens! The power of nature compels me!"

"Arghh, what the hell! It feels like my backdoor is about to burst open!"

The palace guards exclaimed in shock. They weren't sure what was happening to their body. However, one thing they were sure of was; when they had to go, they got to go!

No one had the hearts to care about their dignity in the presence of a lady, not when their asses were on fire! Everyone found their own holy ground, dropped their pants and squatted in preparation for the grand ritual.

"Shameless!" Lilith cried, before escaping upstairs like a startled kitty.

Leon tried suppressing the strong urges by injecting silver needles into himself, but it was no use. There was no escaping. It was a natural process to expel waste and harmful substances from the body. Preventing it would only cause him self-harm.

Ultimately, he resigned to his fate and sighed. Great journeys start with a trip to the toilet. Leon erected himself a 'throne' with whatever materials he could scrap together, before seating himself for the inevitable.

Soon, the suppressed urge was released as everyone defecated uncontrollably like gushing water from the floodgates opening. It was a horrific scene where foul substances flew indiscriminately and tainted the historical remnants on the bottom floor.

The bottom floor was swallowed in a torrential wave of horrible smell. The palace guards continue to squat through the terrifying experience as they pray to both man and god to end their suffering.

"Ahhh, it feels like my rear is on fire!"

"Good lord, please make it end!"

"Begone!

The palace guards' cries could be heard from all the way up top. Lilith tried to block out her hearing. This underground trip was filled with its own horrors. If she knew what she was signing herself up for, she would've never come.

After what seemed like an eternity, the noise began to die down. The group was in low spirits as they wiped their rears with whatever they could use.

"Aiyoo, it stings so bad." A palace guard exclaimed.

"What a terrifying ring sting. I must say it was ten times worse than eating spicy hotpot." Another one commented.

"What's a ring sting?" An ignorant one suddenly asked.

The others looked at the person strangely, before one of them said, "You never heard of a ring sting? What about the red ringer? The ringer stinger? The red ringer stinger? Fiery a**hole? If you eat spicy food often, you should be familiar with the terms, especially spicy hotpot."

"I… don't eat spicy hotpot," Jackson replied.

The others looked at him like they were looking at an anomaly. Who doesn't like spicy hotpot? But then they sighed, "You had it easy, man. Or perhaps not…"

It was a love-hate relationship. Spicy hotpot was so good, but it would always leave them contemplating their life's choices on the throne. Over time, they built some tolerance, but this was definitely the worse experience yet.

Considering Jackson didn't eat spicy hotpot regularly, he would have been hit the hardest out of all of them. He would never touch the devil's food again.

Everyone secretly cursed the Grandmaster. Grandmaster Don didn't lie to them, but they felt like they had been tricked. It truly was an 'unforgettable experience'.

"Bleurgh…"

The palace guards could no longer withstand the foul smell and began gagging without surprise. The horrendous smell had been intensifying with each passing moment.

"Ah… this smell is going to kill me…"

"Just kill me now. I can't live with this shame… Bleurgh…"

The group had indeed made a mess and the smell became unbearable, even with Leon's tolerance he couldn't keep a straight face. He used his fire abilities to clean up their mess and eliminate the smell.

He failed to fully eliminate the bad smell, but at the very least, it was brought down to a bearable level.

Seeing the painful looks on the others, Leon wasn't sure if it was due to his strengthened body, but his experience wasn't as bad as the others. However, he never expected that he would have to use one of his sets of spare clothes as toilet paper.

Hold on.

Leon suddenly froze. He had spare clothes from his Worldspace to use, but what did the others use? Glancing over, he noticed several dirty scrunched papers on the floor.

"You, what did you use to wipe yourself?"

Leon interrogated a random palace guard.

"Eh?" The palace guard was taken aback, before replying, "Err… I used some torn papers from the books lying around, your Highness."

"You!" Leon was immediately triggered. He swept his gaze through the others with suppressed anger, before he asked, "Don't tell me, you all did the same?"

The group nodded guiltily.

"F*ck!" Leon cursed.

Those books potentially contained history and knowledge of the ancient civilization. More importantly, they were written in the universal language of the Divine Realm, something he could understand. Their values were inestimable. Yet, they were used as f*cking toilet paper, when there were other items they could have used! He never felt so angry since the time his father was killed.

Seeing the prince's emotion, the palace guards lowered their heads. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

However, they didn't expect the prince to react so violently. These books were written in a foreign language. It didn't possess much value unless they were able to derive the language. Thus, they thought it was okay to use it. They had no idea the prince cold read these books.

Looking at their dumb looks, Leon could only keep his feelings to himself. Leon rubbed his temples and calmed himself with a sigh, before he said, "Ugh, whatever. Handover the remains."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The palace guards hurriedly presented the items to Leon with dirtied hands. When Leon saw the stains, he immediately backed up, "Holy sh*t! Stay back!"

The palace guards outstretched dirty hand froze.

The palace guard retracted his hand awkwardly and simplemindedly said, "Err, I guess they are called holy sh*t now."

The paper torn from the books were worn out and didn't have the same flexibility and strength as normal toilet paper. As such, it was easy for palace guards to accidentally tear it while wiping himself.

Leon rolled his eyes at the comment.

Summoning a large chunk of ice with his ice ability and melting it with his fire, Leon ordered the group to clean up the mess and salvage what they could. Fortunately, there were still a few books that were left untouched, dirty but not tainted by human waste.

After the group had done their best to clean the place, Leon had the group cultivate by the blocked entrance to weaken the earth.

While they were cultivating, he brought the books upstairs where the air was fresher to peruse. At the same time, he avoided eye contact with Lilith which felt piercing.

Among the books he had, there were flight records, cultivation books, research journals, and even diaries. The building didn't seem like a library. As such, he thought it was strange for all these books to gather in one place. Leon decided to ignore the first three and went straight for the diary first.

He wanted to understand what happened to the ancient civilization and how it ended, or perhaps who ended it. He thought about the demons, but he had yet to find other traces apart from the demon parasites. Leon frowned when he recalled the Bloodfiend Sect and their blood refining methods.

Sometimes, the greatest of evil came not from the outside, but from within. Humans could be bigger demons than even the demons themselves.

With these thoughts, Leon flipped open the first diary.