At least there will be no such thing as walls breaking down in this inn while Iâm stretching in the morning.
Itâs likely that the maximum amount of power I can exert now will be different from before.
âIf I had invested all of this into intelligence, what would be the effect? Calculating huge formulas with mental arithmetic? OrâŠ?â
⊠Is this the feeling of a poor man suddenly becoming rich one day?
But, well, in the end, I know that this is for the best.
ââŠâŠâ
My intelligence, which is originally at a high of 70 without any addition, echoes my dream of becoming a wizard in the past.
I wondered what it would be to like someone who could use high-ranking magic overnight, but I decided not to invest any more points into intelligence. That was because, in the past, there was a reason why I chose not to walk on the path of magic anymore.
âBut anyway, what is the effect of that titleâŠâŠâ
After distributing my skill points, I was recalculating whether the distribution was wrong, it was then I found an unfamiliar title amongst the titles that were lined up at the bottom of my status window.
âKin SlayerââŠâŠ.
âThatâs too much.â
Itâs a title youâd know immediately what itâs about, without any need for explanation on how I got it. I never wanted something not to be explained to me soo much in my life.
However, I still needed to look into it in more detail because I had to know in advance if it had any major drawbacks or effects.
In the end, as I cried while eating tasteless mustard, I pointed to the title: Kin Slayer, and a small information window appeared in front of me.
Title Details
A title given to a cold-blooded person who has slaughtered more than 100 of the same race as themself. A slayer without blood or tears! The odour of blood will always accompany the killer.
âEffects
âATK +5% when dealing with the âHumanâ race.â
âWhere would I even use thisâŠ.â
And again, this effect was also insignificant.
All the titles in this world were like this. They are so difficult to obtain that it takes years, but most of them have little effect.
Of course, those little forces will come together to determine the final strength of a person, but in this situation, I do not want to see the title that served as proof of genocide.
âHow high is my level right now though?â
The sound of chewing a pickled cucumber as I took a bite of the sandwich in my hand was refreshing.
â100 yearsâŠâŠâ
Did I really protect the forest for nearly a century in an unconscious state?
If 100 years have passed, humans today must have a much higher average level than before. Iâm sure a lot has changed.
In the beginning, I havenât really thought about the implications of that. 100 years.
ââŠâŠ.â
I thought as I swallowed a sandwich that had only texture and no taste, just like those model foods in restaurants.
When tomorrow morning comes, Iâll ask the villagers for the date, and once I know how many laps the sun has taken around this world, Iâll be leaving this village.
âThough the food isnât very tasty, but letâs put that aside.â
Because I want to run away from that black forest as far as I can.
If I head to a bigger town, I may come to know how much the world has changed.
â⊠Letâs move upwards for now.â
And after I look at the nationwide Wanted list in the upper city and confirm that I donât have much bounty money at stake in my human form, Iâll be a little freer.
And after gaining safety, there was one place I had to go back to.
âSt. Learâs Orphanage.â
St. Learâs Orphanage
It was the name of the place where my family was.
I remember the only place where there is always someone waiting for me.
The place where I was born and raised in this world, my hometown.
And as anyone can tell by the placeâs name, I was an orphan without any parents in this world.
However, since I had parents in my previous life, I had no intentions of complaining. Being reborn doesnât mean you should have everything.
Besides, the orphanage I belonged to was such a delightful place that I never felt the need for a parental figure.
Children shouldnât starve.
They are the bright future of this world.
Those were the words the orphanage director heeded until his mouth was worn out.
Children shouldnât starve. They are our futureâŠâŠ It didnât sound too bad. And following his statement, the children of the orphanage were never hungry, they were all cherished, it doesnât matter if they were poor or not.
And so I was able to grow up safely without my parents.
âNo, maybe no one gave birth to me in this world in the first place.â
Sometimes I made that assumption. Because Iâm justâŠâŠ
âReincarnated to another world.â
Well, that was it.
How I was reborn with memories of my previous life.., there were many parts and methodologies I did not understand well with my simple mind, but to put it simply, things were like this.
In my previous life, I was probably a middle school student. It was a bit vague to me exactly how old are middle school students, but it was around that time anyway.
And then I died.
Oh, but it wasnât the common truck accident. It was fire-related.
So, after I was convinced that I had died that way, I was unconscious and in a dark place for a long time. And the next thing that appeared before my eyes was.
âA dolphin-shaped mobile.â
It was a round dolphin mobile made by carving wood. My childhood memories related to it did not continue further from the time it used to sway above me while I was lying in the cradle.
Of course, no one ever told me directly that I have been reincarnated into this world, but nevertheless, I became certain by the existence of these memories and one fact.
âSkill.â
As I thought of the skill list in my head, a fairly large amount of text poured out in front of my eyes.
There were a few permanently activated effects, and among them, there was one that stood out.
Skill Details
[Passive][Unappraisable][Bound]
A soul of inertia that appears in this world Once in a century. In response to the call of âthe god beyond the lightâ, the souls of the other realm descend to Earth with their respective missions.
âEffects
Acquired experience +100%
This skill.
Isnât it too obvious that I am a foreigner to this world going by the standards here?
From a young age, I have always wondered what was the mission in the background of this place, and if there were any other people who were reincarnated âonce in a centuryâ beside me, but I havenât been able to answer either question.
âBy any chance, was my mission to eat a hero?â I wanted to ask right away, but decided to leave it. I should be grateful for just being able to carry on a second life.
âHu.â
In the midst of my many fantasies, I ate all the tasteless sandwiches, and a sigh of discontent came out of me.
I wondered as I wiped my hands clean, along with the wooden table where some crumbs fell. Either way, it was clear what I had to do next.
âI have to go to St. Learâs Orphanage.â
I went to the forest on a request along with my party members, but now I lost all of them and was left alone, so I did not know what to do.
Anyone who suddenly loses their consciousness and assimilates into the body of a monster, and then wakes up alone after harming a bunch of people would definitely panic.
So, at this moment, I desperately needed the help of my parental figures.
âAll I have left, is my family at the orphanage.â
Even if my height, hair colour, and name were mentioned in the âWanted Listâ, I couldnât think of any other city to go to other than my hometown.
â⊠I promised them that I would finish this quest as soon as possible and return to the orphanage.â
Avoiding humans and living in the forest once again to hide your monstrous face and the sin of killing a hero⊠Who will want to live such a life?
I just want to go back home. Just as I always have after a long day at work.
âIt canât have been 100 years. Maybe only 10 years or so⊠I cannot believe until I see my family at the orphanage again with my own eyesâŠâŠâ
So I decided to get away from the forest and head north to go to a bigger town.
* * *
Squeak.
As dawn broke from afar, I got up from where I laid down last night. At the same time, the cheap bed squeaked, but it wasnât too much of a nuisance. I had to be patient.
ââŠâŠ.â
I smacked my lips with a âplupâ sound.
After letting out a yawn, I loosened my shoulders lightly, and then put my feet on the floor that has gone ice-cold during the night.
Thanks to this, the cold sensation I felt made me awake enough to feel sober. And in that state, I..
âAh! I canât do this anymore!!â
Immediately, I took off the iron helmet that was covering my face and threw it away. Clang! A loud noise echoed inside the room.
âMy neck!â
I couldnât even afford to scream.
It was the aftermath after I, a small citizen who had never committed a big crime in my life, suddenly became the main culprit of the genocide of mankind.
I fell asleep wearing the iron helmet to cover my face because I thought there is a probability of the guards finding me in the middle of the night and launching an attack, but now my neck felt as if it was going to snap. No, itâs almost snapped!
âUrghh, ughh.â
There was a series of pained noises and groans from me. I got up and headed for the bathroom, lamenting the stupidity of my decisions.
This place had its own private bathroom, and I wondered how this kind of hospitality was possible at this price.
âHuâŠâŠâ
At best, this place was short of a simple, small place where I could wash my face with water, moreover, there was no modern light, so I needed to constantly bring a silver candle to even see.
But without lighting the candle, I had to fumble in the dark.
And the reason why Iâm acting like this, is for absolutely no good reason.
âHow much water is there? Itâs so darkâŠ.â
I was still afraid to see my own face.
The fear grew, and now I was completely unwilling. I still couldnât remember what my face looked like in this world previously.
And on the other hand, my head was constantly replaying the reactions I received when I was the Arachne1Arachne meaning his spider form., encouraging the line of thoughts âIsnât my face the face of a spider now?â
I tried several times to look in the mirror, but every time, when I saw the reflection of my eyes staring back at me, I began to feel sick to my stomach, And now Iâve almost given up on checking my face.
This might be due to stress.
Iâm probably just in a little shock.
I deduced that I would be okay someday if I continued to comfort myself like this, then I washed my face with clean water that I had prepared beforehand. The water was so cold that it seemed to have retained its coolness during the night.
However, as I was washing my face, I felt a strange sensation on my fingertips.
Fumble.
ââŠâŠ.â
Fumble fumble.
I carefully touched the area where I felt the strange sensation again.
Something was sprouting up on my temple. In terms of feel, it was round, slightly soft but not distorted, in the end it was really big. Itâs something that feels like the size of a bronze coin.
ââŠ.! No way⊠As I thought⊠Eyes like a real spider?â
Could it be that new eyes have sprouted?
A cold sweat ran down my back.
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