Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 – Old Betty

"Time for another nap," Kyle said as he lay on his back.

Right now, Kyle was in a small dugout he had made in the turtle's thick neck.

He had no idea how long he had been eating.

He just knew that he ate, slept, ate, slept, ate some more, and slept some more.

When Kyle had started eating properly, he realized with astonishment that he could eat without end.

He wasn't hungry anymore, but he felt a bit peckish.

It was like all of the times he sat in front of his desk, working on his shady business and just snacking.

Kyle had already made several gigantic holes in the corpse with his drill.

He must have already eaten several cubic meters of pure turtle meat.

And he loved every single bite of it.

The meat just didn't seem to get old at all!

Some occasional drops of blood fell on him, but he had stopped giving a fuck about those a long time ago.

He was already covered in crusty blood.

The blood felt more like water by now.

Nothing had attacked Kyle while he was eating.

Most likely, the turtle had been a fearsome predator in these parts, and nothing dared to come close to its shell.

'You know, fantasy land actually isn't all bad,' Kyle thought before drifting off into sleep.

An unknown period of time later, Kyle awoke again.

'I'm hungry,' he thought before continuing to eat.

'This is the life,' he thought as he kept chewing on the turtle. 'This is like a fat fuck's wet dream. An infinite stomach and infinite food.'

'Speaking of,' Kyle thought as he looked at this belly.

'I didn't gain any weight. In fact...'

Kyle's eyes widened in pleasant surprise as he saw his defined six-pack.

'Wow, I never had one of those! I mean, I do have muscles, but I could never see them!'

'Fuck, fantasy land is awesome! I get to look amazing by just eating a ton of meat!'

Kyle yawned a moment later.

'Is it sleepy time already?' he thought in confusion. 'Can't be, right? I just woke up a couple of minutes ago!'

Kyle yawned again in confusion, and his eyes started to close.

He tried to keep them open, but it was extremely difficult.

'Has it always been this misty in here?' Kyle thought as he saw mist all around him.

'Fuck!' he thought as his eyes shot open. 'This is sleeping gas!'

Kyle tried to shoot to his feet, but he could barely control his body and fell over.

His limbs felt so heavy, and he felt his eyes involuntarily rolling up into his skull as his eyelids closed.

His arms slowly moved before collapsing to the ground.

Kyle was out like a light.

"The Lilly Gas has been deployed," a tall man wearing a green suit of leather armor told to the people behind him.

Behind him was a team of ten people. Eight of them were holding big carts behind them. These eight people only wore basic clothing.

The other two wore the same armor as the first guy.

"Alright, guys!" a tall man with black hair shouted to the eight people with the carts. "Time to get to work!"

"Yes, sir!" the people shouted before moving their carts in front of the holes.

There were exactly eight holes on the ground level, which was the same number as the carts.

Everyone put on some masks made of wood that covered their faces.

Then, they walked inside.

Inside, they attached several ropes to the side of the shell before slowly descending.

"Guess she's shy today," one of them shouted. "Her head is usually outside the hole."

"Shut up and get to work, Barnaby!" another guy shouted. "This is not a fun game!"

Barnaby just rolled his eyes and went into the hole.

Several of the men took out metallic rods.

After fumbling with them for a bit, the rods started to emit a faint light.

"Ah, there she is," Barnaby commented as he saw the turtle's head about five meters below the surface.

"Ssshh!" one of the others shushed Barnaby.

While the Lilly Gas should keep the turtle sedated, they didn't want to tempt fate.

These eight people were not fighters.

They were just regular workers.

Sure, their bodies were quite athletic, but they couldn't even hope to fight this thing.

That was the job of the three people with armor who were waiting outside.

"Wait a second," another guy said.

"Ssshh!" came a chorus of shushes.

"No, not ssshh!" the guy answered loudly before pointing down. "Look at it! I don't think it's sleeping."

The others looked down in shock.

This thing was awake?!