Chapter 5: Evolution
I maneuver a long, disproportionate arm that is already accustomed to using the machete, to slay a monster monkey that jumps out of a tree overhead.
The sweet smell of blood fills the air and the woods grow quiet.
I wonder if the monkeys sitting up high on the treetops, observing the fight realized that the opponent was too out of their league. They let out a strange call and hightailed it deep into the woods.
A body that can freely move around. The sensation of life dispersing from the monsters that I can feel through the machete. All of it fills me with a strong feeling of satiation that permeates my soul.
In the beginning, after I was reincarnated, I thought the feeling of satisfaction may have been my body’s reaction to free movement. But it appears I was wrong.
The Lord who was mending my arm glanced at the corpse of the monkey and turned around to look at me.
“End, you bastard… did you get stronger?”
“…”
I just stood there quietly. Because I was not given the permission to answer.