That's our cue, then. Running away in a fashion that was totally not like a scared criminal running from the police, each step of the giant bear behind me reverberated through my feet as I felt its presence loom ever so closer to me. The night was pretty fucking dark, but with Love providing some much-needed light in the form of her scattering arrows all throughout the area, I could at least see through the darkness of the abandoned village as I rounded yet another corner. *ROROORAAGHGHH!!!* Fuck me to hell with this... Not even bothering to look back as its growls and huffs were more than enough for me to know where the damn thing was, I continued to follow Love's improvised tarmac as I held my sword at the ready just in case this thing suddenly got the drop on me. It wouldn't be a surprise seeing as this thing w

What the hell was I supposed to do now? Waking up from my earlier stint with the killer bear, the twins had quickly moved to make sure that I was doing well despite the drain I had subjected to my system. Lace had urged me to not get out of bed, and Love had made quick work of the bear corpse that laid undisturbed outside. I protested against the babying, of course, but I was both outnumbered and outgunned in terms of pushing my own will against them if they really wanted otherwise. Not to mention the fact that I was positively sure that I was running a slight fever from sheer exhaustion. "Hey..." I called out to Lace who seemed to be cooking something in a pot. A stew or soup, perhaps? "How're you guys doing?" "Fine, thank you," Lace casually responded, the smell of what she was cooking permeating through my nose. "I should be asking that of you,

Mercantilism. The precursor to capitalism, and inevitably, late-stage corporatism. While not inherently evil, like some would like to believe with guns and violent video games, it still ushered in an era of constant inequality and nonstop crimes against humanity. Don't get me wrong, however, I still likened myself to a fledgling business owner even back in the old world, but I just didn't get why those corporate fucks weren't satisfied with their billion-dollar salaries when the common man barely lived at fifteen bucks an hour. Granted, I was kind of well off with being a doctor and all, but I still had experience with living with minimum wage during my college days. And wasn't that another problem that society needed addressing, but I digress. Besides, I didn't live there anymore. Point stands, business and capitalism weren't inherently bad, per se, but human greed will always pervade even the noblest of

It was pretty generous, not to mention far too arrogant of me if I said that I was good enough to cook at Bennie's pace. I knew the style, the technique, and the ridiculously specific conditions that a stir-fry would require, but I was far from skilled enough to do everything at lightning-fast speeds. Well, maybe I could, now that I actually had a healthier body unlike the before times, but I hadn't really tried to cook fast yet. And yet here I was, offering my help without even telling why. "Huh? If you're not ordering, stop distracting me," the girl coldly responded, her hands flying as she served up another batch of fried rice. "I'm busy enough as it is." Quickly eyeing the counter, I looked for any sort of entrance that I could open, before giving up and vaulting over the counter like a practiced burglar. "H-Hey! Wh

Time. A fairly nebulous concept. While it is ever so present in the world we live in, we, as humans never really understood even so much as an inch of its magnanimous scope. Marching forwards ever so slowly, the flow of time cannot be stopped, much less controlled at will. At best, we could measure its passing while theorizing how it works through models and calculated guesswork. Time travel would never be a thing, simply because if it did exist, then there should've already been news of random idiots mucking about through various time periods with their fancy future tech. It didn't happen though, and thus I could safely say that time travel doesn't exist. Then again, I did manage to get myself reincarnated into a medieval world, so who knows if it could exist somewhere out there. But for now, the ability of time manipulation is nothing but a pipe dream for someone that wants to have such a broken-ass ability.