I Am Genie-Chapter 89: Self-Destruct

At the moment the bag disappeared, Michael suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then cautiously turned his head back and what hit his eyes was an extremely familiar figure.

A being with the appearance of a dragon mixed with humanity, no one other than Iris’s dragon form. Her hand was holding a long spear as if she was ready to throw it straight at him.

At this moment he finally realized he was inside her domain. His heart clenched at this time. Now should he run or not run? Could he really hide from her forever?

Ever since hearing Leo talk about the crazy act Michael could do, Iris immediately felt something was wrong. Originally planning to wait but that feeling made her even more vigilant. So she sensed the location of the bag and chased after it not long after.

Her decision back then was extremely accurate. When she got close, she stood outside the range of the Supreme Kitchen domain to observe for a while. Looking from a distance of a few hundred meters was not a big problem for her eyes.

Just a moment ago, she felt Michael’s demeanor suddenly become extremely scummy. At that moment she immediately used her immobile domain to instantly know the situation.

And surprisingly, Michael actually really intended to throw her divine artifact into a pile of shit. Looking at the muscles all over her body trembling, you could understand she was already pissed off.

Killing Michael was of course impossible but beating him to a cripple was no problem. Even if it meant wasting a bunch of energy herb it would be worth it. This time Michael would at least be laid up for half a month. No way he could run around.

’System, system! You think fast. How do I get the highest safety rate? I know this shouldn’t bother you but save me quick!’

[This time isn’t really too much of an abuse of the system. The safety rate you’re talking about in this situation is ninety-nine percent meaningless. So you will definitely be severely injured. According to my calculations after that you will eat quite a lot of energy herb so you won’t die from it.]

’Are you serious? You and I are on the same side. Put in some effort.’

Michael was panicking now. Immediately teleporting to run away might not be a good thing so he didn’t act rashly.

[Actually the most time-efficient way is to go right in front of her and let her beat you severely injured. The level of damage you’ll take isn’t any different from you running away because Iris has no intention of killing you.]

[Of course, if you run away, it’ll just waste your time. The choice is yours.]

The system talked in a vague, non-committal way but Michael couldn’t say it was wrong. Earlier he was too arrogant, thinking up such a ’smart’ idea like that.

Now the system had also said no matter what, he couldn’t avoid the pain. Since that was the case, the only option was to minimize the pain or at least make himself feel less pain.

A series of applause sounds rang out and right after, he appeared right in front of Iris. She was about to stab him with her spear when he suddenly yelled out loud.

"Iris! What kind of attitude is that? How can you treat your teammate like this? You’re a god acting like this, aren’t you embarrassed?"

???

Could it be that I’m the one in the wrong? Did I wrongly accuse him?

The series of aggressive and rapid-fire questions from Michael made her brain temporarily freeze. By some miraculous way, for a moment she actually thought everything was just a misunderstanding.

"So what were you planning to do earlier?"

Anyway, Iris wasn’t someone who didn’t understand reason, so she still asked Michael a question. If he was really wrongly accused, then she wouldn’t do anything to him. After all, what the eyes see might just be one side of the story, not necessarily completely correct.

With an opportunity handed to him on a silver platter, of course Michael would show off his talent and absolutely not tell the truth. He tried to squeeze out a few tears but the fierce face of the Master Chef state was hard to make others feel pity for.

"I’ve been wronged so much. I remember back then the sky was blue with white clouds, the wind was blowing gently. I was cherishing your bag and carefully opening it but no matter how I opened it, it wouldn’t budge.

So I got so angry I threw it away but immediately realized the direction the bag was flying towards was a pile of shit. Then I teleported to catch it but somehow it just disappeared..."

At this moment Michael just noticed the bag had somehow appeared in Iris’s hand. Teleporting objects? Or was the bag some kind of divine artifact that could be summoned at any time?

"The admiration I have for you is like raging rivers, endless and uninterrupted. How could I bear to let a precious treasure like a divine artifact touch that filthy thing? I tried my best for you, so why is it that when we just met, you’re full of killing intent like this?"

If not for the voice in this state being a bit scary, Michael’s words could have easily gained much more sympathy.

Iris was silent. She was comparing Michael’s description with what she had seen... That scummy demeanor—did it look like he was doing a good deed? Besides, at that moment, he clearly didn’t use teleport.

Michael felt like he was seeing an illusion. He had this feeling like he was facing a giant dragon blocking out the sky.

Things had reached this point. He had to be decisive. If he wasn’t decisive, he would definitely suffer more pain.

"Don’t push me. If you do, I won’t be polite."

Michael stood his ground against her, his attitude uncompromising.

"Huh???"

Iris, who was angry, was also interrupted by these words. She even had the thought that she was going deaf because there was no way Michael said that.

"What can you do? Run away? You think you can run forever?"

"Hmph, I won’t bother running. Watch this!"

Michael yelled loudly, the muscles in his arm tensing. He swung a powerful punch towards... his own chin.

The punch cracked his bones. His brain was so severely concussed he immediately passed out. To punch himself that hard, he had to be extremely determined.

???

What kind of joke is this? What do you mean by punching yourself?