Three Meals of a Reincarnator

Chapter 228

Clack!

The countdown began.

, 2, 1.

Time passed by.

He remembered the time in order to grasp just how many of them were there.

2 people at 45 degrees to your left. They’re either unarmed or showing their backs, so they should be easy to catch.

One of his new abilities as a supporter.

Ho Sung Lee acquired the trill skill.

The ability to send messages without anyone else hearing it.

Of course, in order to use that ability, he had to consume a great amount of magic power.

He could have moved alone, but since Ho Sung Lee seemed to really want to help, he decided to play along.

After coming to Beatrice, Ho Sung Lee’s abilities continue to grow, and as a result, his worth increased as well.

‘I should acknowledge that.’

Min Sung held onto his Gungnir and moved toward the direction that Ho Sung Lee instructed.

Min Sung didn’t make a single sound in his movements.

Not even the sound of wind could be heard, so he was no different from a ghost.

***

Ho Sung Lee was in hiding keeping Min Sung’s movements in check, and after seeing Min Sung’s movements, he was in awe.

Min Sung killed the other players as if they were ants, making it hard to believe that they were in Beatrice, not earth.

Whenever Min Sung swung his Gugnnir, the players got killed before they could even react.

Even Ho Sung Lee felt fear in the way he killed the players, so he couldn’t even imagine how his opponents felt.

There are more of them this time, but they’re drinking, so they won’t have their guards up. You can probably kill them right away.

Once Min Sung received the insight, he immediately decided on his course of action.

There were 7 players gathered together, and when he swung his sword at them from behind, all 7 of them plopped on the ground while spilling blood without a single scream.

Blood flooded over the food and drinks.

While Ho Sung Lee watched Min Sung waiting for his next instruction, he gulped.

He was very impressive.

He was very strong indeed.

Ho Sung Lee had no doubt that once completing this stage, they would complete the next stage easily as well.

***

“48, 47, 46...”

Min Sung was counting down the time in a quiet voice as he moved in quickly but not in a rushed manner.

He then leaned against the wall and checked his surroundings.

He heard Ho Sung Lee’s voice.

Sir, the hostages that are meant to be used as sacrifice are at your 2 o’clock. The total number seems to be...

No need for numbers. While I get rid of the players, you save the people. Send them outside, and look for more people that could be trapped elsewhere.

Yes, Sir!

Min Sung looked toward the altar.

Countless players were gathered there.

They were enjoying a party celebrating the offering of sacrifice.

They were drinking, singing, playing instruments, dancing, and worshiping their god.

He had already calculated how many players he could kill and just how much force it would require.

Min Sung gripped hard onto his Gungnir.

White energy flowed out of the Gungnir, and Min Sung’s two eyes began to shine with a white light.

As soon as Min Sung swung his Gungnir.

A loud thundering noise rang.

Kaboom!

As soon as the thundering noise rang, the players suddenly stopped their festival and looked up at the sky.

It was a natural response.

Meanwhile, Min Sung killed the players looking up at the sky one-by-one.

Slash!

He heard one player getting stabbed.

But it wasn’t just one player that lost its limbs and plopped down on the ground.

The festival soon turned into a place filled with shrieks, and the hellish sight reminded him of actual Hell.

Most of them still had no idea who was causing this commotion.

They simply believed that they made the Dionysus Gods mad.

Among them, the only ones who remained unharmed were Pheus, who was sitting on his throne, and the three men who were guarding him.

Min Sung walked past the bodies missing their limbs and headed toward Pheus.

They were in close vicinity, and Min Sung walked up to the altar.

He then tilted his head at Pheus and stared right at him.

“What are you doing? Get up,” said Min Sung toward Pheus who was sitting in a fancy chair.

As soon as his 3 underlings reacted, Pheus lifted his hand.

In response, the 3 underlings calmed down and went back to their places.

“You must be the new lowest ranker,” said Pheus with a serious look on his face.

Min Sung stared at Pheus with a bored face

“I’m sure courage, spirit, drive, and many more qualities brought you here.”

“...”

Pheus looked down at the dead players below him and made a sad face

“A setting meant for the gods is now a complete disaster...”

Rage started to slowly but surely overcome Pheus’ face.

But it was not expressed too strongly.

Pheus nodded at Min Sung, who was standing on top of the alter.

“But it’s not that I don’t understand. After all, this is what Beatrice is all about.”

Min Sung knitted his brows.

“Stop the nonsense and get up. Stop acting so arrogant.”

Pheus snickered.

“What are you doing here? To save the sacrifice? Or for the rankings?”

“Food.”

“...?”

In response to the unexpected answer, Pheus stared at Min Sung with confusion.

“... Food?”

Pheus took his back off of his chair and asked in curiosity.

“I don’t want any more disturbance while I eat. I need to get rid of the source, especially if it’s trash.”

“For food, huh...? Hahahahahahahaha!”

Pheus swung his head back and laughed.

Due to his magic power, his laughter rang through the skies.

He then turned his eyes and stared at the empty cages where Ho Sung Lee took out all the sacrifices.

“The Beatrice natives that we were going to offer as a sacrifice were all criminals.”

Pheus stiffened his face and stared at Min Sung as he continued, “They either stole food or tried to murder.”

Pheus saw Min Sung’s unchanged face and smiled.

“I’m not lying. I didn’t start this because I wanted to save them.”

Min Sung laughed at Pheus.

“If you were going to offer them as a sacrifice for committing crimes, how do you justify trying to kill them?”

“Onlookers are criminals, too.”

Pheus’ eyes sparkled.

Min Sung laughed.

“Your head is messed up.”

“I’m a cold, lonely, and strong man. I’ll teach you just how excessive your arrogance is.”

Pheus gestured with his chin.

In response, the 3 men behind Pheus began walking toward Min Sung with their weapons.

Min Sung confronted the 3 players.

“These 3 are quite skilled, so don’t feel sad about the fact that I’m not fighting you myself.”

Min Sung checked the 3 players.

One was holding a sword while the other one was holding a bar.

The last player was holding a unique ax.

“I think you’re the one with the messed up head, not me. You’re not seeing reality. Why do you think these 3 skilled players are working for me?”

Pheus’ eyes loosened up.

“You’ll be held responsible for these players’ deaths. You’ll see that I’m different from the rest of them.”

The 3 players positioned themselves in front of Min Sung.

Min Sung stared at them while saying, “Positioning yourself? The fact that you need to prepare is already wrong,” said Min Sung.

The 3 players, as well as Pheus, looked confused.

“This is what you call being on a different level.”

Min Sung walked toward the players without any preparation.

The 3 players swung their weapons toward Min Sung.

As soon as the attacks began, the ground shook, and the space around them became distorted.

Seeing from their attacks, the players were definitely no ordinary players.

But that didn’t mean they were above Min Sung.

Power strong enough to rip through space was directed at Min Sung, but they didn’t touch him one bit.

They looked like they would hit him, but they didn’t.

“Too slow and too weak,” said Min Sung as he dodged the 3 players’ attacks.

“I was born with this. On top of that, I lived 120 years amongst monsters.”

Kaboom!

Min Sung’s Gungnir slashed through the forehead of the man holding a rod.

Min Sung pulled his sword back out and turned his body.

The remaining magic power charged toward the other 2 players.

Rippppp!

The sound of flesh ripping rang through the air.

As soon as Pheus saw that, he sprung up from his seat.

The 3 players plopped down on the ground on the verge of death.

Min Sung stared down at the players and sighed.

He had bought expendable items, but he didn’t have a need to use them yet.

Min Sung stared at Pheus with anticipation.

The strong ones were bound to appear eventually.

It was just a matter of when.

“You’re... stronger than I thought.”

Pheus looked at Min Sung in awe and walked up to the altar.

As soon as he waved his hand, the 3 players flew out of the altar to the ground.

Pheus flashed a smile at Min Sung.

“Then shall we begin?”

Pheus began to gather magic power within his hand.