Prospect For Reincarnation: From Common Fodder to Calamity

Chapter 13: Slimes?

Days slowly passed; three days, to be exact.

At first, the Incarnate was shocked when his old, internal clock told him that a full day had passed since he faced and killed Tenyen and the dogs. It was almost inconceivable to him that he would get so much downtime.

So, so much of it.

For an Incarnate like ^8001, he almost began to prefer his old days at the front lines to this. It was so boring.

For him, entertainment had started to get a bloody meaning as he aged. He remained rooted in his own ideals even to death, refusing to house demons of indifference to human lives like his fellow soldiers, but the Incarnate couldn’t deny it.

War became the totem of his bones and liquor became the medicine for his soul.

Here, in |Prospect For Reincarnation|, he had neither… for days.

His body didn’t punish him for this lack as much, as it was new, but his soul did.

The former, as he discovered in the past three days, didn’t nag him for food at all. In fact, it was only after the Incarnate