Three Meals of a Reincarnator

On Min Sung’s way to the destroyed house…

Boom!

The sound of a tree exploding could be heard as Anchor charged toward Min Sung while covered in blood.

“Don’t look at me with such hope,” said Min Sung while he avoided Anchor’s sword and punched him in the side with his fist.

Crack!

He felt Min Sung’s fist breaking 3 of his ribs.

“Ugh!”

Anchor spat out more blood and plopped down on his knees with his sword still in his hand.

“Ugh!”

He spat out blood again.

He continued to spat out blood over and over.

And once Anchor tried to grab his fallen sword with his trembling hand, Min Sung stepped on his elbow.

His arm broke in half and twisted in the opposite direction.

“Aghhhh!”

Anchor screamed and cried into the dirt below him.

Min Sung looked down at him with a straight face and grabbed his neck.

Anchor wriggled within Min Sung’s grasp.

He was facing death in great agony, but Anchor glared at Min Sung with rage.

In his eyes remained loyalty, and he was unwilling to back down.

“I like the look in your eyes.”

With his neck in his arms, Min Sung threw him onto the ground.

Thud!

Followed by the sound of impact, Anchor rolled on the ground. He lost the focus in his eyes, and his body trembled.

Anchor glared at Min Sung while trembling.

“Die, you son of a bitch…”

Anchor said while spitting out blood.

Min Sung looked down on him with emotionless eyes.

“Whether I die or live is up to me. I have no feelings toward the fact that you’re fooling around with weak humans and calling it freedom. That’s not for me to judge.”

“…”

Anchor stared at Min Sung with blank eyes.

Min Sung continued, “In the end, this world functions based on the jungle’s law. Of course, there are warm humans who are just as well, but depending on the situation, they can become monsters, and there are also those who never lose their will to maintain good faith.”

“What are you trying to say, you arrogant asshole?”

Min Sung smiled at Anchor.

“But I have no interest in protecting justice or good-will. I’ve known for a long time that I can never become that kind of human being.”

“…”

“I’m going to inflict a lot of pain on you now. Just don’t think. I won’t hear out any requests or begging. You’ll end up dying after that torture, and when you die, there’s no such thing as Hell. I’m going to make it so that it’s hell for you while you’re still alive.”

Anchor grimaced.

His eyes were filled with fear, but he pretended to be strong.

“Do you think that makes me scared? You’re no different from the rest of us. Stop acting like you’re better…”

He continued to mumble on.

Min Sung had seen many people who had this much pride, but the end result was always the same.

As soon as Min Sung lifted his hand, a white smoke came out from it and wrapped around Anchor’s body.

And that energy absorbed through his skin and penetrated his brain.

There was no better way to torture a person than to attack their brain.

That was the way to make a human being feel the most fear.

He knew this… because he had endured it himself.

“Ugh… Agh…!”

Anchor had a seizure.

The worst horror didn’t even let the person scream.

They simply breathed quickly in order to instinctively survive.

Just like that, he died away.

“P-please stop. I was wrong. I was wrong, okay…? Ugh.”

“Putting you through pain doesn’t change anything. It’s not like you were the only one doing dirty deeds, but there’s a simple reason for why you’re experiencing this pain.”

Min Sung glared at Anchor in pain and continued, “You put me in a bad mood.”

“Ahhh…! P-please… Ugh!”

Min Sung tilted his head and continued, “That’s it.”

“Ugh, ugh!”

His fingers started to curl in like a squid, and his skin began to dry up.

The process of degeneration and recovery repeated itself.

Once it seemed like he was losing consciousness, his recovery stopped, and Min Sung inflicted death upon Anchor.

Every time he watched someone die like this, he remembered just how dreadful the Demonic Realm was.

It took him a while to overcome his trauma.

Min Sung took out his Gungnir from his item window.

He stared at Anchor, who was already mentally dead with only his body hanging on and stabbed him.

Slash!

[God of Death is cheering.]

[The angels are criticizing you with tears.]

[The Dionysus Gods are split regarding their opinions about you.]

[Try not to go overboard…]

Min Sung looked up at the dark sky and laughed.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me…’

‘I do what I want, you bastards.’

Min Sung threw his Gungnir into his item window.

***

“Shall we prepare to leave once the sun comes up?”

They were on their way to the accommodation.

Ho Sung Lee walked with Min Sung as he asked.

“Breakfast first,” answered Min Sung.

“Yes, Sir.”

“…”

It was quiet around them.

As they walked side-by-side, Ho Sung Lee thought about what kind of human being Min Sung Kang really was.

He often thought about how he felt like he was human at times, but then at other times when he killed players like Anchor, he looked like an emotionless machine.

He had an idea.

He knew that he endured painful times in the Demonic Realm.

‘Do people normally turn like this after enduring that much pain?’

No.

He was just objective.

His instinctive reactions were what made him into who he was today.

That also meant that he could abandon him at any time.

‘Sigh…’

He thought they could grow close over time.

But the possibility of that was 0 percent.

And that also meant that the possibility of Min Sung Kang acting emotionality rather than rationally was also 0 percent.

That was what proved that he was a killing machine without a weakness.

‘Anyway, when will the battles end here?’

Once the dungeons disappeared, devils appeared, and once the devils disappeared, it was the Devil Gods and after that was Beatrice.

‘Where’s the finish line?’

‘Is it here in Beatrice?’

‘What will happen if it does end in Beatrice and the battles end?’

Ho Sung Lee frowned as if he drank spoiled milk.

He had no idea.

Also.

What he couldn’t imagine was whether or not he was going to survive until they return to earth after becoming the number 1 ranker in Beatrice.

Ho Sung Lee let out a sigh.

He had many questions that went unanswered.

***

The next morning.

Ho Sung Lee got up early to prepare breakfast.

He developed the skill of waking up early without an alarm.

Preparing Min Sung’s meals all the time made him develop this kind of habit.

It was a funny ability, but it was also useful.

But he felt sad.

‘Maybe I should go for a smoke before I start.’

Ho Sung Lee left the accommodation with a cigarette in his mouth.

It was 7 in the morning.

The sun was shining brightly.

But there was a refreshing wind, making it neither cold or hot.

‘It’s nice out.’

Ho Sung Lee thought about what to make for breakfast while taking a smoke.

Since the village was so poor, it was hard to get a proper meal, so he had to prepare breakfast himself.

After much thinking, Ho Sung Lee decided on the menu.

But it led to another conflict.

‘Where do I cook?’

It was messy, and there was no appropriate place to cook.

After putting the table on the 1st floor in a corner, he called Bowl to start cleaning.

It was impossible to have a good meal in a dirty place.

He had to clean in order to create the right environment.

Ho Sung Lee went to Min Sung’s room in order to call Bowl.

***

Min Sung woke up to the sound of Ho Sung Lee taking Bowl away.

“Oh, did I wake you? Please go back to sleep. I’m preparing breakfast.”

Min Sung waved his hand, and then the door slammed shut.

He heard Ho Sung Lee sneaking down the stairs.

After doing a simple neck stretch, Min Sung took out the card in his pocket.

The invitation from the lowest ranker, Oden.

How far would his powers take him?

Which rank would he be able to reach?

Min Sung erased all suspicion.

He then replaced it with certainty.

The 1st place ranker position was his.

And then he would go back.

He was going to end the immature games of the gods and go back to his own land.

If there was anyone getting in the way of him and his food, he was going to swallow them whole.

Min Sung’s eyes flashed as it looked down on the invitation.

***

Min Sung came down to the 1st floor after hearing from Bowl that the meal was ready.

There was a white table cloth on the table, and on top of it was warm food.

Min Sung sat down in a chair that Ho Sung Lee offered.

He then looked around.

It was much cleaner than before.

It was clear that he made quite the effort.

“Good work.”

In response, Ho Sung Lee flashed a smile and bowed his head.

Once Bowl checked that the preparations were complete, he laid on the ground and went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Min Sung looked at the menu.

It wasn’t fancy, but it was a warm breakfast.

‘I’ll go and get rid of Oden as soon as I finish this meal.’

Min Sung lifted his spoon.

Today’s breakfast was stir-fried octopus.

The savory and spicy smell tickled his nose.

The main was white rice with stir-fried octopus.

And the sides were fried eggs, fried anchovy, and salty seaweed.

It was a clean meal.

When Min Sung grabbed his chopsticks and got ready to eat…

Ding-

A transparent message window popped up along with a bell sound.

[The natives of Royce Village are anxious due to player Min Sung Kang. If you don’t defeat Oden right away, your reputation will suffer.]