Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 52: The corpse is talking?
"Why haven't Black Wolf and the others returned since yesterday?"

"Who knows? Maybe he caught some fat sheep and ran off to Rigate to have some fun?"

The light of the torch licked the face of the man who was speaking. There was a deep scar at the corner of his eye, which gave his disdainful expression a hint of cruelty.

The tall, round-faced man on the side widened his eyes in a rather comical way, and quickly pushed away the torch that the other party was holding in front of his face, and said seriously,

"That's impossible. The Leopard boss has repeatedly warned that no one is allowed to sneak back to Rigate by taking advantage of the hijacking. They can't be that stupid, right? Did something unexpected happen?"

The scarred man snorted and changed the torch to his other hand.

"Black Wolf and Gray Rat have both reached the intermediate level of the Northern Divine Stream. Although the Earth Scorpion is a little weaker, how can they be robbed by them? Can you use your brain? Just because you are tall, do you think your brain is all in your lower body?"

At this his voice deepened and he pointed his thumb into the darkness behind him.

"Otherwise, why would Boss Panthera look so grim? It's been a few months now, and everyone is tired of robbing people. We have caught a few fat sheep, but we haven't even seen a single feather from the real owner."

"Who doesn't know that the guy with a thousand-dollar bounty is no longer in the Asura Kingdom? It's just that Boss Leopard couldn't bring himself to boast to the big brothers of other thieves' gangs, saying that our base has exchanges between the north and the south and our intelligence network is airtight. What a joke!"

The round-faced man quickly covered the other's mouth.

"Keep your voice down, are you trying to kill yourself?? Is that something you can just say casually?"

".Let me go! Why not? I have been annoyed with that boy Banbao for a long time. If he hadn't relied on his sword god and water god to reach the top, who would obey him? He sold his asshole to get the position to the Night Lion boss, bah!"

". Talk about selling assholes in detail."

The scarred man was immediately delighted when he heard this.

"He has been selling his asshole for a long time. Every time he comes back to the capital, he has to sleep with the Night Lion boss for a night. When he comes back, he twists and turns. That waist, huh? "

He looked at the dazed expression on the round-faced man in front of him, and suddenly realized that the voice that had just answered the question was unfamiliar, and turned around in surprise.

I didn't know when, a boy wearing glasses who looked tender and delicate was standing next to me, leaning over and looking at me furtively.

The three of them looked at each other in silence.

The boy got anxious when he saw that the scar-faced man stopped talking at the critical moment.

"No? Why did you stop? Keep going? What happened to Boss Leopard's waist?"

Scarface and Roundface suddenly reacted, pulled out their blades with a swish, and started cursing.

"Who are you? Are you new here? Do you know the rules? Are you eavesdropping on the big brothers' conversation?"

"Do you think you can covet the waist of the leopard boss?"

The boy with glasses was stunned when he heard what the two said. He blinked and spoke cautiously.

"I'm new here and don't know the rules. Someone asked me to come and tell you to go back, saying that the guy named Leopard is angry."

The two were stunned when they heard this and looked at each other.

"You kid, if you dare to tell others what we just said, you're dead. Do you understand? I'm an intermediate swordsman. It won't take more than a few strikes to cut a small body like you. If I find out..."

The short man with glasses bowed his head respectfully when he heard this.

"I know, I know, big brothers~ It's getting late, let's go back quickly!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the place where the scarred man's finger had pointed.

When the scarred man saw the other man turned his back, the angry look on his face suddenly disappeared. He turned his head silently and looked at the round-faced man beside him who was watching him silently. After exchanging glances, he walked forward and put his arms around the other man's neck. The round-faced man behind him put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and drew the knife silently.

The scarred man looked at his accomplice with a knife drawn behind him out of the corner of his eye, and exerted a little more force on his arm, as if he was very intimate with this new "little brother".

"Little brother, I think you look a little unfamiliar. What's your name?"

"My name is Alan. Let's go quickly. It's still an hour's walk away."

The scarred man's face darkened when he heard this.

".An hour? It only took half an hour to get there. Your name is Alan? How come I haven't heard of it?"

The scarred man's voice gradually became smaller and his pupils suddenly widened.

"Ai!? Ai."

The scarred man tried his best to pronounce Alan's name again, but he couldn't maintain the strength in his throat. He couldn't even breathe out the breath that usually made his vocal cords vibrate.

The dark forest swayed before his eyes. The little man beside him named Alan didn't even need to break free from his hand. He just kept walking forward and threw his figure behind him.

The scarred man struggled to reach out to him, but missed. He subconsciously reached for the knife at his waist, but found that he couldn't swing the sword that he was usually so proud of. Not to mention swinging the blade, he couldn't even drive his arm to move.

At this moment, his vision took action on its own:
The back of the boy with glasses was spinning towards the ground, the shadow of the tree trunk was rolling and jumping in the moonlight, the leaves flying in the air followed the tree trunk and "jumped" into the field of vision, the ground was moving erratically, the moonlight that should have been in the sky rushed into the field of vision, the moon cut through the night sky outside the gap in the woods, and a flash of fear passed across the face of the round-faced companion.

The grass stems on the ground rustled and touched his face, and warm liquid fell in front of him, with a salty taste.

The scarred man's head rolled to the ground. Amidst the rain of blood, he stared blankly at his broken torso that fell forward, his pupils dimming.

he died.

In the rain of blood, Alan pressed his knife and turned around, and the sticky blood kept dripping down his swordsman's uniform and onto the ground.

The round-faced man was holding a knife, looking at the scene in a daze, shaking like a sieve.

"Alan! You are Alan! Water God Style"

As he spoke, Alan took a step forward as if he was strolling in a garden.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the eyes of the round-faced man. The latter opened his mouth in astonishment, and the word "superior" was still in his mouth. He was still speaking when he heard a slight footstep behind him. At the same time, Alan's voice came from behind his ears:
"The corpse is talking."

He was startled and subconsciously wanted to turn around.

Then I experienced the feeling of 'vision acting on its own'.

The sense of direction and balance was lost, the moonlight rolled around the woods and spun rapidly, drawing out streaks of white light with a strange and magnificent look.

Alan's figure flashed past him in his peripheral vision, with a smile on his face.

".Isn't he the superior of the Water God Style? How could this be possible?"

Before he could figure out what was going on, his thoughts fell into chaos and could no longer make any waves.

With a thud, a head fell to the ground. Alan's footsteps gradually faded away, and his low moan could be heard in the wind.

"The fifth one."

(End of this chapter)