Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

In fact, he doesn't feel much better now than if his mother had died.

We had managed to steal the sight of Sakurai-san who had passed that person. If Sakurai-san remembered to go there, it would be better if he didn't go back.

If you run back without any explanation.

If nothing else...

He would at least have several layers of skin peeled off, and then be hung at the mouth of Kibi Cave Sea for a hundred years as feed for the big fish hanging in the evil tower.

That guy's bite hurts so much.

When the bartender thought of this, he wanted to die. What the hell was going on?

Isn't this fatal?

"Brother Sakurai, can you promise me one thing?"

The bartender, who felt he might be able to save the situation, asked tentatively.

"explain."

"That's what..."

"If you have anything else to ask you, just don't say I told you."

That's right, as long as Brother Sakurai helps him hide it, and he shamelessly refuses to admit it, he can probably get away with it even if he is held accountable.

hateful...

Why can't I avoid it when I see there is money to be made? Why should I agree to Sakurai-san's condition? Isn't this just hurting myself?

The bartender wanted to die.

wrong...

It’s better to die. It hurts a lot.

And he didn't want to see his mother so soon.

Otherwise, if I eat a meal from her, I would feel the pain and come back to life even if I died.

My sister ran away from home because she didn't want to eat my mother's food.

"If you tell me everything you need to say."

Sakurai pushed the empty glass in front of the bartender without denying it, and said with a smile that everything could be negotiated as long as the price was right.

He looks like a profiteer.

"I always feel like you're not easy to talk to right now, Sakurai-san."

The bartender with a sad face finally accepted his fate.

Death is death, a short pain is worse than a long one.

At worst, my older sister, who is still a single woman, will break my legs. It’s not the first time anyway.

Thinking of this, the bartender exhaled another puff of white smoke.

The bartender silently pushed a glass of milk in front of Sakurai, successfully putting on the mask of pain, and went back into the cabinet.

Please start your performance.

Sakurai, who had drunk enough milk today, took out a glass of watermelon juice from somewhere, took a sip, and signaled to the bartender who had just changed his clothes that it was time to start.

"Brother Sakurai, do you know?"

"Compared to other creatures, human beings have too many shortcomings."

"I think you should have had this experience in the battle with the supernatural."

Sakurai nodded in understanding of what the bartender said.

He did feel that, compared to humans, the innate qualities of the supernatural were a little too unreasonable.

It can be said that it is extremely difficult to kill.

"Yes, the gap between humans and aliens is really too big."

"So hundreds of years ago, there was a famous family, and the head of the family had a rather bizarre plan."

"If you have a bad liver, eat the liver of an organism with a strong liver."

"If you have bad eyes, eat the eyes of creatures with keen vision."

"In this case, if we eat the meat of a supernatural being, can we obtain..."

"What about the power of extraordinary creatures?"

"Thinking in this way, he immediately set his sights on the monster that could predict the future."

"In order to gain the power to freely predict the future, thereby obtaining endless wealth and power, and then..."

"Further gain more and more extraordinary powers."

"Ultimately, their family and the name of Sakura█ will be able to stand at the top of the world."

The bartender looked at Sakurai who seemed to be deep in thought with a weird smile on his face.

"A monster with a human head and a bull body, who can speak human language and..."

"If you predict the future, you will die."

"Sometimes it predicts a good harvest and prosperity for the family, but more often it predicts bad omens, and..."

"It's true."

"So when I woke up, I had no memories and remembered nothing, but I was able to speak human language naturally."

"But there should be more than that. The meat I ate should be more than just [pieces]."

"This body represents more than just [item]."

After taking a sip of watermelon juice to replenish his water, Sakurai commented on his current situation with a deadpan expression.

It's like it has nothing to do with me.

Although this body cannot feel pain, he can vaguely feel...

The pain in my memory can be described as crushing bones and scattering ashes.

His past, the past of this body, his past where even his name was not allowed to be left behind...

It is undoubtedly Hell.

53. Crazy delusion, bloodline passed down

Listening to the profiteer's story about the past, Sakurai always felt a swelling in his temples.

like...

It's like something is about to come out of my brain.

Could it be that he needs to grow a brain?

Kidding.

certainly...

Sakurai knew it was his illusion.

He just...

Because the words of the profiteer just made me remember something.

Shaking his head and ignoring his own illusion for the time being, Sakurai continued to listen to the bartender telling this story from... hundreds of years ago.

"Of course, after all..."

"He is just a human being. He is inherently inferior to other species in every aspect. How could he be able to steal the ability to predict the future so easily?"

The bartender looked at Sakurai, his smile mocking yet full of reminiscence.

This guy...

It's like witnessing the...

Treating all the members of the clan as consumables, the family that has gone crazy is heading towards destruction step by step.

At this time, the bartender finally had some experience and wisdom that an immortal should have, which came from the accumulation of time...

wisdom.

The accumulation of knowledge called experience.

"After finally getting a piece of meat, the head of the family couldn't wait to let the tribe members eat it."

"Some people lost their lives after eating it because their constitutions were not compatible with it."

"Some people died after being ill for a month."

"And some people died in pain after predicting the future."

"As expected, the predictions made by those people before they died came true completely."

"However, even though the master of the family kept asking people to try, even though they gained the power of prophecy after eating the meat."

"Those who participated in the experiment died soon after."

"Just like [item]."

The bartender's tone was not like that of a passerby who had heard the legend, but more like a bystander who had watched the whole process and was telling the story of what happened at that time to later generations.

[Just a little bit more, obviously just a little bit more]

The bartender's voice became old and full of the flavor of a superior. He looked at Sakurai quietly with indifference in his eyes, just as Sakurai usually looked at other people with the same indifference.

Beneath that indifference is the most fundamental madness of mankind called greed.

The reluctance to give up, and the hysteria of being just one step away from success but unable to reach it.

"He angrily kicked over the container that contained the body of the piece, letting the container that contained the flesh and blood of the piece, which he had obtained with great effort, fall to the ground."