Chapter 2
That was the first thing Izumi felt when his consciousness returned.
A sharp pain stabbed into his stomach as though a knife was being
continuously twisted inside his body.
His eyelids slowly opened.
His vision was still blurry.
An old, decaying wooden ceiling greeted him.
Dust clung to every surface.
The walls were cracked.
Some sections looked as though they were on the verge of collapse.
A damp, rotten smell filled the cramped room.
Izumi frowned.
"What is this...?"
His voice sounded hoarse.
"What happened...?"
He slowly sat up.
However, the overwhelming pain caused his body to tremble.
His gaze fell upon his hands.
They were covered in wounds.
Bruises.
Old cuts and fresh ones alike.
Even several whip marks were still clearly visible.
"What are these injuries...?"
At that moment, Something struck his mind.
Thousands of foreign memories flooded his consciousness.
Faces he didn't recognize.
Memories that weren't his.
Emotions that didn't belong to him.
Everything poured into him at once.
"Ugh..."
Izumi grabbed his head.
And in an instant, he witnessed the life of a girl named Rumi.
Her father and mother had been executed.
Accused of practicing dark magic and conspiring with demons.
There had been no trial.
No evidence.
No chance to defend themselves.
They were simply killed.
Just like that.
Then there was her younger sister.
Nera.
The only family she had left.
Taken away by a nobleman by force.
At the time, Nera was only sixteen
years old.
Rumi cried.
Begged.
Knelt.
But nobody cared.
One month later.
Nera's body was found.
Her body was covered in wounds.
Her bones were broken.
Her skin was covered in signs of torture.
Everyone claimed she had been killed by a monster.
But anyone who saw the corpse knew.
Monsters didn't do things like that.
Humans did.
Rumi could only cry.
Cry until her voice was gone.
Cry until no more tears would come out.
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She wanted revenge.
But she had no power.
No money.
No family.
No one.
All she possessed was a life that slowly crushed her.
Debts she could never repay.
Daily humiliation.
Harassment from knights who were supposed to protect the people.
Disgusted looks from the villagers.
Until finally— On a cold night.
Rumi gave up.
She drank poison.
And ended her own life.
Izumi's consciousness returned to reality.
The shabby room felt even quieter than before.
He remained silent for a long time.
Then slowly let out a sigh.
"I see..."
His eyes swept across the room.
A crumbling house.
Broken furniture.
Dusty floors.
"You lived a miserable life."
He tried to stand.
But his body immediately lost its balance.
The unbearable pain struck him again.
"T-This is insane..."
Cold sweat ran down his forehead.
"Is the poison still inside this body?"
This body felt like it was dying.
Even breathing was difficult.
Then a memory surfaced.
The voice of that woman.
"I've prepared a special body for you."
The corner of Izumi's mouth twitched.
"That woman..."
He chuckled softly.
"A special body for me?"
"Hahaha..."
"This is completely ridiculous."
His vision began to blur.
His legs lost their strength.
And a moment later, Thud.
His body collapsed onto the floor.
Darkness.
But only for a few seconds.
Suddenly, something happened.
A mysterious energy enveloped his body.
Every trace of poison vanished.
All damage was repaired.
All wounds healed.
His body was restored to perfect condition.
Then...
Izumi opened his eyes again.
"...!!"
He immediately sat up.
His body felt light.
No pain.
No weakness.
No injuries.
"What..."
He looked at his hands.
His skin was smooth and flawless.
Not a single scar remained.
He touched his face.
No bruises.
No cuts.
It was as though this body had just been replaced with a brand-new one.
"What does this even mean...?"
Curious, Izumi walked toward an old mirror hanging in the corner of the room.
The mirror was cloudy.
Almost unusable.
He wiped the surface clean.
Dust scattered into the air.
And for the first time, He clearly saw the face of this body's owner.
"...!!"
Izumi froze.
His eyes widened.
The face staring back at him was incredibly beautiful.
Pale skin.
Long black hair.
Sharp crimson eyes.
Even dressed in rags, her beauty was impossible to hide.
"B-Beautiful..."
Several seconds passed.
Then his brain finally processed something far more important.
"Wait."
"Wait a second."
"WAIT A SECOND!!"
His shout echoed throughout the house.
"WHAT IS THIS!?"
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?"
He pointed at his reflection.
"I'M A WOMAN!?"
"THIS BODY BELONGS TO A WOMAN!?"
Memories of the Outer God immediately surfaced.
Izumi clenched his fists.
"Damn it..."
"She did this on purpose, didn't she?"
"She definitely did it on purpose, right!?"
But nobody answered.
Of course not.
That Outer God had already disappeared.
At that moment—
Grrrrrr...
His stomach growled loudly.
Izumi looked down.
"..."
"I'm hungry."
Very hungry.
He began searching the entire house.
The cabinet.
The table.
The shelves.
Every corner of the room.
There was no food.
Nothing at all.
"Seriously..."
"There's absolutely nothing here."
Then he stopped.
His eyes widened slightly.
"Wait."
A smile slowly appeared.
"Can't I create anything I've ever seen?"
His heart began beating faster.
This was the reason he had accepted reincarnation.
This was the power he had chosen.
Izumi extended his hand.
And for the first time, He used his
Creation skill.
A single image appeared in his mind.
His favorite food.
Spicy beef curry.
A moment later, Light appeared.
And the food materialized before him.
Complete with an irresistible aroma of spices.
Izumi's eyes sparkled.
"It worked..."
Without wasting any time.
He immediately began eating.
One bite.
Then two.
Then three.
Warmth filled his mouth.
"...Aaah."
How many years had it been since he last ate this?
"It's delicious."
After that, he created a glass of cold beer.
And finished it with ease.
Several minutes later.
He lay comfortably on the creaking bed.
His stomach was full.
His body felt unbelievably light.
"Hm..."
His brows furrowed.
"Why does my body feel so full of energy?"
He clenched his fist.
His muscles felt alive.
As though he could jump all the way to the roof.
Without realizing it.
The food he had just created had been enhanced by the power of the Outer God.
Everything he created would far surpass its original version.
Whether it was weapons.
Food.
Or any other object.
Izumi stared at the damaged ceiling.
Rumi's memories continued to surface little by little.
And the more he saw.
The more tragic the girl's life became.
"How miserable."
Izumi's voice was quiet.
"But don't worry."
His gaze turned cold.
"You wanted revenge, didn't you?"
A faint smile appeared on his face.
The smile of a soldier who had just found a new target.
"I'll gladly do it for you."
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Suddenly, knocking came from outside.
Followed by a rough shout.
"Hey!"
"Get out here!"
"There's an inspection!"
Izumi fell silent.
Then Rumi's memories surfaced again.
Inspections.
False accusations.
Abuse.
Beatings.
Whippings.
And countless excuses used by the knights to torment the girl.
"I see..."
His smile slowly disappeared.
His gaze turned cold.
"Let's find out."
He raised his hand.
And used his Creation skill once again.
Light appeared.
Then a revolver slowly took shape.
A Colt Python.
A weapon he was very familiar with.
Izumi grabbed it.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Ah..."
"It's been a long time."
However, a moment later he frowned.
"Eh?"
The weapon felt slightly different.
He opened the cylinder.
Then froze.
"Wait..."
His eyes widened.
"Don't tell me..."
He removed one bullet.
And a new one instantly appeared in its place.
"..."
Several seconds passed in silence.
Then his smile widened.
"So this weapon replenishes its own ammunition?"
"Not bad."
Outside.
The knocking became louder.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Hey!"
"Get out here!"
"Don't make us wait!"
Izumi closed the revolver's cylinder.
Click.
Then he walked toward the door.
His steps were calm.
Extremely calm.
The door slowly opened.
Several knights stood outside.
Their faces were filled with arrogance.
Their gazes were exactly the same as the ones in Rumi's memories.
The gazes of people who believed they had the right to torment others.
Izumi stared at them.
For a long time.
A very long time.
Then, without warning.
He raised his revolver.
BANG!!
The gunshot echoed throughout the entire village.
One knight's head exploded into a cloud of blood.
His corpse collapsed instantly.
The other knights froze.
Unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Meanwhile.
Izumi slowly lowered his revolver.
A cold light filled his eyes.
"You're all so damn noisy, bastards."