Chapter 68 - Shit on a Broom, King of the World
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Underworld Player Chapter 68 - Shit on a Broom, King of the World

The inside of Gourmet House looked like a large kitchen and was equipped with a sizeable stove.

It had not been apparent from the outside, but once they walked in, they were greeted by a wave of an indescribably pungent odor.

If one absolutely had to describe it, it was like someone had… taken a can of fermented fish, mixed it with durian, set to stew for an hour, then mixed the whole thing with rotten meat and several tons of overripe banana.

The reason why Bai Zhi was able to describe it so specifically was because, in his younger days, that was the same recipe he had invented in his attempts to create a biochemical weapon. They said that if you had shit on a broom, you could be king of the world*—this was just like that. On the strength of that weapon of mass destruction, he had terrorized the village and become the de facto local boss.

The smell that suffused the room was not completely identical to the smell from his childhood, but for all intents and purposes, it was the same. It was especially bad when the pig-man opened his mouth—the smell of rancid meat attacked their nostrils and caused a violent surge of bile to rise in their throats. The foul, sour smells were bad enough, but the sickly-sweet note of overripe banana made it revolting, turning the stomach and inducing a relentless headache, as if the smell itself had sunk sharp claws into the brain.

Since Bai Zhi was well aware of the strength of his own biochemical weapon, he had been unconsciously holding his breath from the moment he stepped into the shop, and it barely seemed to bother him. Behind him, however, Lin He was a mess. His face was pale as he held a hand to his mouth and tried repeatedly not to gag. Bai Zhi grabbed a face mask from his Inventory and tossed it to Lin He, then raised his eyes to meet those of the towering pig-man.

"Where is your last customer?"

The sheer size of the creature only became more apparent the closer Bai Zhi got to it, and so did the intensity of the fetid miasma surrounding it.

"That fool who still doesn't recogn

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Translator Notes

*An internet saying, as far as I know. The idea is that nobody wants to mess with anyone waving around a shit broom for fear of getting dirty.

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