Chapter 4: Daily Life After the Return (3)

I quickly gave up the idea of forcibly breaking the seal.

‘I don’t know what dangers might follow.’

In the first place, the goddess said that as my current body grows, the seal will gradually be released and my power will be ‘restored’.

If the power I will gain by training in this world is A.

And the power I gained by struggling in Grandia is B.

It means that B will not overwrite A like overwriting a file.

Not Ctrl+X, but addition.

A+B.

If the seal is released well, a power copy event where the power of my prime is doubled may occur.

‘In that case, it would be a good choice to try other experiences besides the greatsword.’

I did learn other skills to a considerable extent, but there were already a few talented people in other roles.

So I mainly played a macho role, strengthening my body with the core and mana muscles, wielding huge weapons like greatswords, and sweeping the battlefield.

‘This time, I should try using a classy rapier-like weapon, and magic.’

It was a pleasant imagination.

I had a bad dream in the morning and got unnecessarily serious, worrying too much about the future.

My goal is to live a happy and enjoyable life, so worrying too much like this is not good for my mental health.

Looking at the time, it was already 2 PM.

I was feeling hungry, so I got dressed appropriately, drank Dr. Pepper, and left the house.

I followed the delicious smells and found a place that smelled particularly amazing.

Looking up at the sign, it said “20 Years of Tradition, Grandma’s Blood Sausage Soup”.(Halmae Sundaeguk)

‘Ah, Grandpa’s Blood Sausage Soup.’ (Halbae Sundaeguk)

Even this has been gender-reversed.

As soon as I entered, I could smell the unique pungent smell of a good blood sausage soup restaurant, and I saw customers gathered in a bustle.

‘Why are they all women?’

Most of the customers in the Grandpa’s Blood Sausage Soup restaurant were women.

From office workers to hunters wearing all kinds of equipment.

It was quite a refreshing sight to see women of various appearances sweating profusely and greedily eating blood sausage soup.

I sat down at a suitable seat and was about to order a large blood sausage soup (special), but I paused.

‘…Should I… eat… bossam…?’(boiled pork slices)

I was broke right now.

The total amount of money I had when I left the house was only 50,000 won.

The price of a medium-sized Grandma’s Bossam is 28,000 won.

The price of a large blood sausage soup (special) is 10,000 won.

If I spend 38,000 won on one meal, I would be very happy right now.

But would I be happy tomorrow?

“Auntie! Order here!”(Imobu, a respectful way to call a female server)

After agonizing, I ended up ordering only the large blood sausage soup (special).

I’m sorry, present me.

I’ll make you happy later when I make a lot of money.

While comforting myself and watching other people enjoy their bossam, my food arrived quickly.

A chunkily cut king radish kimchi, dadegi (spicy sauce), perilla powder, and a heaping bowl of rice.

Finally, the blood sausage soup emitting a sexy smell.

‘F*ck it, I’m going all in.’

– Thud.

The moment I was about to pick up my spoon, drooling, what caught my eye was the Grandpa’s Bossam with its glossy fat and lean meat.

I stared blankly at the auntie (server).

The auntie smiled and pointed to the kitchen.

At the end of his gaze, a woman in the kitchen was giving a thumbs up.

“It’s on the house from the owner.”

F*ck, I love you, owner! I’ll definitely become a regular! Hooray for the handsome face! Hooray for the gender-reversed world!

I immediately reached out with my chopsticks, picked up a piece of bossam with its sexy flesh exposed, and ate it.

……………… Ah.

I lost consciousness for a moment.

Looking at the plate of bossam, about half of the full plate had been Thanos-snapped.

I almost burst into tears.

I felt so sad that I thought I would cry, remembering the moments when I was forced to eat things like orc dck tanghulu, goblin finger cold salad, and mermaid scale infused alcohol, which those bstards brought as delicacies.

The soft yet chewy melted fat and the tender lean meat of the bossam, without a hint of dryness, mercilessly ravished my tongue.

The red radish kimchi with chili powder had a crunchy texture, a spicy and refreshing sauce, and a subtle sweetness from the well-ripened radish, creating an elegant trio.

And what about the blood sausage soup? The thick, milky pork broth wrapped my whole body warmly, and the moment I sprinkled dadegi and perilla powder, it brought a 480-degree twist with spiciness and a refreshing kick, giving me a thrilling pleasure.

“This is f*cking sexy.”

“Cough! Pfft, cough…!”

I heard the sound of blood sausage soup being spewed out from around me when I gave the highest praise for the food.

“I-I’m sorry.”

A woman eating blood sausage soup at the table next to me apologized to me with an embarrassed face.

For a moment, I wondered why, but when I thought about it from the perspective of the original world, wouldn’t it be a situation where a woman was eating and suddenly said, “This is f*cking sexy”?

I would be embarrassed too.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

I accepted the woman’s apology while continuing to eat the blood sausage soup.

Red hair, red eyes, and a slightly flushed face.

She had a beautiful face, and her intense and sharp eyes were quite appealing to me.

‘People with such eyes always went to high places.’

The kingdom’s knight commander and the empire’s swordmaster, whom I once crossed swords with, had such eyes.

Judging from the considerable mana imbued in the black suit she was wearing, she didn’t seem like an ordinary person.

Even though she was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, I could feel her unusually trained muscles.

‘Her face is impressive, but her body is truly a work of art.’

Sometimes when I see women with a lot of muscle, I wonder if they are really women.

But the red-haired woman in front of me had a feminine yet healthy, wild body thanks to the balance of her voluptuous chest, slender waist, and beautifully developed external oblique muscles.

‘A fighter or a strong body practitioner… I don’t think she uses blunt weapons.’

Depending on what weapon is used and how it is trained, different muscles grow.

Looking at her body, focusing on the particularly developed muscles, there was a high probability that she was a fighter who mainly used her fists.

And quite a high-level one.

Only after seeing the gauntlets and greaves placed next to the chair did I become convinced that she was a fighter.

The red-haired woman seemed to have a rather serious personality, and she apologized again politely even after the meal.

“Ahem. I’m really sorry. It’s just, cough… I’m sorry…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I even got a free meal, so I’m more grateful.”

The red-haired woman paid for my meal even though I said it was okay.

I liked her more and more.

‘Should I… test her just a little bit…?’

My reason knows that I shouldn’t do this in the modern world.

But my heart keeps revealing its belligerent instincts.

There’s no one passing by nearby.

If I only direct it at her, it won’t be a big problem.

I smiled and held out my hand to her.

“Thank you for the meal.”

The red-haired woman also smiled awkwardly and was about to take my hand.

Instinct.

The most basic sense that humans, no, animals, must have.

And this instinct is felt most strongly when one feels the fear of death.

Living things are inevitably bound to feel fear of death.

Even the countless suicidal people I’ve met, and the undead who said they lived to find true death, struggled to escape from death the moment they saw its cold face.

I don’t want to die.

I want to live.

Survival instinct.

When faced with killing intent that would cause the fear of death, the vast majority of humans freeze or collapse.

Because they have already been consumed by the fear of death even though they felt the survival instinct, they cannot escape.

But, a very small number of people.

Those who have a strong enough spirit to overcome death.

– Grab.

They devise a way to survive, following their instincts.

Her fist is trembling in front of my eyes.

It’s proof that she clenched her fist tightly to endure the fear.

I looked at her expression beyond the fist.

Her face, which had been red, instantly turned pale and was consumed by fear.

Nevertheless, her sharp eyes became even more intense and were accurately aimed at me.

‘Is it a close pass…?’

I thought so.

Until the corners of the red-haired woman’s mouth trembled slightly and went up.

I quickly withdrew my killing intent and asked her as if I was puzzled.

“Uh, um… wh-why did you suddenly… fist…”

“…Huh? J-Just now. Definitely…”

“C-Could you… put it away… Your e-expression is so, s-scary…”

I acted like a fragile? man? who? stimulates? women’s? hearts?

After looking around with a dazed expression for a moment, she lowered her fist and started apologizing to me again.

Saying she was sorry for aiming her fist because of her misunderstanding.

I accepted it appropriately, and then her cell phone rang.

In an instant, her face contorted like a demonic spirit.

The apologetic expression she had until just now disappeared in an instant, and only pure anger remained.

Of course, it was only for a very brief moment, less than a second, but I didn’t miss that look.

‘Interesting.’

She is an interesting person.

A person in their right mind doesn’t smile while feeling the threat of death.

It is even more impossible to change expressions in an instant.

There is a very high probability that the embarrassed and sorry expression she had until a while ago was also deception.

‘The probability is low, but she might have been really embarrassed.’

Or not.

She answered the phone and turned around, saying she had an urgent matter.

Only after she left did I realize that I hadn’t asked for her name.

‘Well. Someone like her will quickly become famous or is already known, so it doesn’t matter, I guess.’

It was a short and intense encounter in many ways.

I drank the cold Dr. Pepper I took out of the inventory and turned around.