Chapter 3: Chapter 3: A Taste of Human Flesh

“So, how long are you going to play possum on me?” I yelled in the direction of the young woman who was lying on the ground and acting like she was dead.

 She was lying on her back with her arms by her sides and an arrow sticking out of one of her legs. Her face was turned away from me. It was difficult for me to see her eyes because her head was cocked to the side. 

“Alright, fine. If that’s the way you like to play the game, then, by all means, continue. Have fun bleeding to death.” I yelled once more before turning around and walking away. Then I marched over to the cage.

Her muscles tensed up, and she appeared to make an effort to move, as evidenced by the twitching in her body. There was a faint whimper that could be heard, but other sounds were absent.

When I pulled back the piece of cloth that was covering the cage, I saw two young wolves inside. One had black fur, while the other had fur that was a bright crimson color. Both of these wolf pups, for some reason, had an eye positioned vertically in the middle of their foreheads.

I attempted to open the cage by reaching for the latch. When I touched the metal with my fingers, it felt chilly, and I could feel blood dripping down from it. I raised the latch, which allowed me to unlock the cage. 

The young woman leaped to her feet and yelled, “No!” in an instant. “Don’t let them out. Those are Dire Wolves!”

I could tell by the look on her face that she was terrified. In spite of the fact that I had slaughtered the majority of her group, her anxiety seemed to be directed toward the young wolves. Are these young wolves really that dangerous?

One of the wolves attacked me before I could ask any more questions. The little dog barked loudly and lunged at my legs while making a loud noise like it was barking.  

“Fuck!” Its sharp fangs, which were only a few centimeters away from my toes, as well as the sound it made, startled me.

I gave it a good kick with my foot. It ended up landing in the grass, not too far away from where we were.

“Well, that was a complete and utter waste of my time. I was under the impression that you were transporting a unique breed of cats or some other kind of fantastic animal.” I said while attempting to convey my sense of dissatisfaction.

“Out of all the different kinds of animals, it had to be dogs.” I heaved a sigh as the memory of how much I detested dogs flooded back.

Despite the fact that I have a deep love for all kinds of animals, there are two species—a cockroach and a dog—that I find particularly repugnant.

I still have vivid memories of the time when I was a child, and I had a dog as a pet until the day that it attacked me by charging at me and biting me in the face. It was an instance of betrayal that will remain ingrained in my memory forever.

Then there were the neighborhood dogs, which never failed to give chase of me whenever I went for a walk around the neighborhood. I can’t even begin to count the number of times those stray dogs came dangerously close to biting me.

On top of that, there are those idiotic dog owners who take their pets for walks in the middle of the road. “Go on. “My baby doesn’t attack people,” the owner will say, right up until the moment you walk by and the dog goes completely insane, barking with all of its might as saliva flows on the corner of its lips. 

I will never forget the day that I trusted a dog owner on the door to some restaurant who told me, “My dog doesn’t bite,” only to have the dog attack me the moment I took even the slightest step forward in their direction. It was a blessing that Ayame was there to pull me back just in the nick of time so that I could avoid the dog. Fuck chihuahuas, man.

My internal rant was abruptly cut off by the whimpering of a wolf pup. It turned out to be the red wolf pup, and it was attempting to drag the other pup behind it. 

There was no reaction at all from the young black wolf. The other wolf pup appeared desperate. It was shaking the unconscious pup’s head with its own. 

The red puppy began shaking its partner with its foot while whimpering, but there was still no response from the other puppy.

I couldn’t stand it any longer and marched over to the unconscious dog. I had one hand around its neck, and the other hand was in a flicking position, ready to strike. I moved my hand so that it was pointing in the direction of the dog’s testicles.

It was startled awake by a sharp pain in its balls, and it let out a loud whimper as it came to its senses. I yanked my hand away from the puppy and hurled it in the opposite direction. 

As soon as it started whining and flexing its teeth, the volume of its whine increased significantly.

In a short time, the two puppies got up and ran away, disappearing from view.

“You idiot. Those wolves were worth a few billion, if not several billions of als! I could have made a lot of money off of them!” The young lady scowled at herself and swore angrily at me, blaming me for squandering a significant amount of money.

“Oh, those wolves were that expensive?” I refocused my attention on the woman and questioned her.

“Of course they are. Those canine creatures are mutated versions of dire wolves. There is only one of them born once every 500 years. And you squandered it!” She raised her voice while directing her glare toward me.

“That means there is a thriving market for trading animals in this world, huh?” I said while looking at the cage. 

“But how could you possibly be so certain that you could sell it for a billion dollars?”

“What gives you such confidence that you won’t be attacked while you’re traveling back to your house?”

“Or even worse, steal your wolf in broad daylight and then put you to death.” 

“Is it not the case that this world prioritizes its nobility and royalty over the common folk?” 

“It would not be difficult for them to come up with a pretext to rob you and put you to death.” 

I asked the lady a series of questions in quick succession. 

After all, the only reason I spared this girl was so that I could get information.

“I... don’t know...” The woman responded while focusing her attention on the ground below her.

After removing the cloth that was covering the cage, I walked toward the girl.

“What on earth are you-” The girl asked, clearly startled. As she was speaking, I interrupted her and cut off her sentence before she could finish what she was saying.

I yanked the arrow out of her leg, which resulted in the girl shrieking and her leg gushing with blood.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” The young woman let out a piercing scream as she clutched her injured limb and applied pressure to the area in an effort to staunch the flow of blood and stop the bleeding.

“Should I put the arrow back inside?” I mockingly remarked as I wrapped the cloth around her leg to make a bandage. 

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After I had finished bandaging her, I cautioned her, telling her to “Just lie down and try to get some sleep.” If you don’t want to perish in this forest, don’t even bother trying to get away from here.

I approached the two unconscious poachers and severed their heads with their own sabers.

That’s when I was startled to hear a voice coming from behind me. 

The voice was warped and pitched at an unnaturally low level. 

It had an unnaturally slow cadence to it. 

It was as if a demon were speaking to me inside of my head.

It said, “Level up.”

I experienced it as a sharp ringing in my ears that threw off my body’s equilibrium.

I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that the sky had started to get darker.

The sky had started to become more ominous. 

It was probably getting late in the afternoon by this point. 

In the corners of my vision, I started to make out two-dimensional shapes. They resembled icons that would appear on a dashboard.  

Fuck, am I going crazy or something? Is what I’m seeing now, along with the voice that I heard earlier, a sign that I have schizophrenia?

I made the decision to disregard the strange icons in my field of vision and instead started collecting dead leaves, sticks, and stones from the surrounding area in order to construct a fire pit.

I’m not sure how much time had passed, but when I returned, I had a collection of stones, sticks, and dead leaves with me.

I dug a small hole in the ground using my knife and positioned stones in the four corners of the opening.

I tried to start a fire by placing a pile of dried grass that had been cut into small pieces by my knife on top of a stick that had holes drilled into it with my knife. After that, I used another stick, placing it on top of the first stick and turning it with my palms. 

Fuck. This is harder than I initially thought. No wonder campers always bring a match or a lighter.

I was aware of my stomach growling, but I persisted in turning the stick over and over with my palms. It hurts so much now.

I saw what appeared to be a wisp of smoke coming off of the stick. “Fuck yes! Finally!” I yelled as I blew air toward the grass and stick kindling.

After placing it inside my modest fire pit, I blew wind over it again.

It took a few minutes, but after that, it finally produced a flame that was stronger. 

“Success!” I shouted.

The only things left for me to do were to chop the meat and cook it with the saber. 

I took a step forward while still holding the saber and moved closer to one of the deceased.

To tell you the truth, it was a revolting experience to consume the flesh of another human being; however, this is not the time to be picky.

I hacked off both of their hands and legs with my saber. I had no intention of eating their heads or torsos, and I lacked the confidence to cook the torso. In addition to that, I’ve heard that eating the head might result in an incurable disease. If my recollection serves me correctly, that category of diseases is referred to as prions, and they are caused by a pathogenic protein that cannot be cured and results in complete brain damage.

After I had finished chopping off their leg, I inspected the meat and gave it a whiff, just in case bacteria had already started reproducing, which would have resulted in the meat becoming spoiled. To my great relief, I did not detect any unpleasant odors coming from the meat.

The only thing left for me to do is to cook them. 

I pierced the leg with the other saber while rotating it in order to distribute the heat in an even manner.

As soon as I had finished preparing the leg, I went to check on the injured girl.

“Hey, wake up. It’s time to eat.”

 I tried to wake her up by whispering in her ear, but she continued to sleep through everything.

She appeared to be extremely worn out, but the injury shouldn’t have been as severe as it was. 

“Fuck, did it get infected?”

I attempted to get a reaction out of the girl by shaking her, but she did not show any signs of being startled.

I attempted to wake her up by pinching her belly, which resulted in her groaning and waking up.

“Don’t touch me, you scumbag!” Her response was delivered in a trembling voice.

“It’s time to eat, you ungrateful girl,” I replied while handing her the other half of the roasted leg.

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