The Second Chance of Reincarnator

"Who are you, and where are you from?"

The guardsman asked.

He looked to be tipsy and looked to be in his early twenties with average looks and height as well.

It would be easy to ignore him if he came across on the street, and it also didn't seem like he had any experience in talking with women.

"Well, aren't you a fancy talker?"

The young woman said with a smile.

The smile charmed the guardsman, who was barely able to walk straight, and then he drunkenly asked.

"Want to… Go… Burp! To the back… Burp! And have some fun with me?"

With the stench of alcohol and meat coming from his mouth, he asked with several burps in between his words.

Ned ignored the sight, but all he could wish for was for this young woman to be mindful and not to anger the guards.

"…Sure!"

The young woman said bluntly with a smile on her face.

It surprised Ned greatly, but he decided not to comment on it and then watched as the young woman took the guardman's hand and led her to the back.

When the other guards saw that, they were wondering what the hell and cursed their luck that they didn't ask first.

'…Looks can be deceiving, I guess.'

Ned thought with a shake of his head.

…

Inside a tiny closet.

Thump!

The guardsman dropped to the floor. The back of his head was bleeding. He wasn't moving a muscle anymore.

"What a fucking smell."

Aren ripped off the Human Flesh Mask from his face and looked at the unconscious man with a troubled look.

With the Human Flesh Mask off, his real outfit appeared over him, and a backpack appeared on his back.

He took out his backpack, took out several things, and placed them in the corners of the closet.

Half-eaten Bread! Iris Coin! His hair strand!

The closet had a chair in the corner, so he just kicked it over and then pulled another hair from the guard's head and placed it next to the corner, where there was also his hair strand.

For this ritual to work with several people, every person participating in the ritual had to sacrifice one hair strand of theirs. Otherwise it would not work with them.

"Realm Between~ Realm Between~ Realm Between~"

After walking backwards square, the mist rolled into the closet and enveloped both of them. It didn't take long for them to disappear.

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Realm Between, Shattered Peninsula, the Graveyard of the Damned.

Through the stone gateway, an unconscious guardsman fell out, and Aren walked out with his black revolver in hand.

"You should've been wary of women. They can be treacherous."

Aren pointed the black revolver at the guardsman's head and then pulled the trigger.

The bullet went through his head. His head exploded into a bloody mess. The life of the ordinary guardsman ended.

"…Whew."

He slid the revolver back to the holster, grabbed the guardsman's arms, and dragged him to one of the empty graves.

The grave was big enough for an adult-sized male. There was a pile of dirt next to the grave with a shovel stabbed into the ground.

While waiting for the party to start, he spent most of his day digging this grave, as this was his plan all along.

To take one of the guard's identities, he just couldn't kill them and dump them somewhere at the tavern. He would be discovered.

If he just knocked the guard unconscious, he would wake up in several hours, and his disguise would be blown.

Thus, the only way to do this silently was to silently knock out the guard and take him to the Realm Between, where he could kill him without anyone finding out.

Then, so that none of the Society of Knowers knew what he was up to, he also had to bury him in the graveyard.

"Hop!"

Aren tossed the guard's corpse into the grave, picked up the shovel, and started to cover the body with dirt.

'…Not long ago, I was just some prankster kid who was enjoying school life and annoying my homeroom teacher.

'Here I am, murdering and burying someone. What a twisted fate. Slavery, murder, and robbery—I have done it all now!'

Aren mockingly thought to himself.

He would've never expected about a year ago how his life would turn out.

It took about ten minutes to fill the grave. He then tossed the shovel aside and put the Human Flesh Mask on.

The hair turned brown and short. The face turned average and featureless. He became short and scrawny.

The guard's uniform hugged around his scrawny body. It had the insignia of the Hauwnted family on the chestplate.

"…Hello."

Aren tried his voice, and sounded exactly like the guard he was disguised as, but there was a problem.

The guard smelled like booze and meat. Very drunk as well. Those were things that Aren couldn't mimic right now.

He would need a lot of booze and meat with him, which he had neither.

"…I'll just stay quiet and hope no one realizes a thing amiss."

Aren thought out loud, and then he stepped through the stone gateway, returning back to the World of the Whitesky.

…

Aren appeared back in the closet. He took the ritual things and stuffed them into the backpack. He then disguised the backpack as a coin, which he slid inside his trouser pocket.

'…Well, I hope no one notices that the young woman happened to disappear. If someone asks, I'll just say she left.'

He took a deep breath, walked out of the closet, and arrived back at the party, where he received many gazes.

'…Did he really manage to bag her?'

'I am so freaking jealous!'

'How did this average guy score her? Lucky bastard…'

'Where is she, though?'

With the perfect disguise on, Aren walked to the corner table, where he remembered this guard sat before coming to her.

When he entered the tavern wearing the young woman's disguise, he quickly memorized where everyone was sitting so he could act as the guard without raising suspicion.

He sat on the table, and the guards sitting there all turned to look at him.

"Beau, did you really do it with her?"

A guard asked.

'…Beau. That must be my name.'

Aren just smiled and nodded, without saying a word, as they might notice that his breath smell had changed.

The guards looked at him enviously.

Aren then dug straight into the plate of meat in front of him and, with another hand, chugged down the booze.

They were shocked that he was still able to eat and drink but thought it was because he was in need of some after-sex meal.

However, Aren did this to quickly get himself drunk and make his breath smell the same as Beau's before his death.