Re:Zero -Starting Life in Zero

Green strode into Mary and her friends' dilapidated hideout.

A lingering fear from the depths of her soul made Mary retreat until she was pressed against the wall.

The girl kept staring fiercely at Green, looking like she might bite him at any moment.

Green crossed his arms and said provocatively, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out and use them as bubbles to stomp on."

"Come on, you bastard!"

With nowhere to retreat, Mary had no choice but to bite the bullet and pounce like a cornered rabbit.

Fortunately, Green had a height advantage and pinned her head down, preventing Meryl from hitting him no matter how much she flailed her arms like she was rowing.

As Mary continued to sway, the bandages on her body gradually floated towards Green.

Green seized the opportunity, grabbed both ends of the bandage, and pulled hard.

The loose bandage suddenly tightened, and Green took the opportunity to wrap it around Mary's wrist twice before finally kicking it into a pile of straw in the corner of the room.

"I need some rice!"

With her mouth restricted, Merry's speech was somewhat unclear, and she crawled on the ground like a caterpillar.

Green, looking down at him with a sarcastic tone, said, "I'm going to beat you to death."

The little caterpillar is even cosplaying as a person from Shaanxi.

Elsa leaned against the door frame, her long, raven-feather-like hair hanging loosely down.

A few strands of hair brushed against her fair collarbone with each breath, outlining a languid yet alluring curve.

Her eyes naturally had a slightly droopy curve at the corners, which should have given her a gentle appearance, but at this moment her pupils were filled with a light that was neither a smile nor a laugh, like a cat wagging its tail before catching a mouse.

"Alright, Mr. Beast, shouldn't you explain why you've come?"

Green looked Elsa's alluring figure up and down, thinking to himself that she was a femme fatale.

Indeed, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it often is.

However, Elsa's figure was indeed the best Green had ever seen, even Priscilla couldn't compare.

Green casually pulled over a chair and sat down backwards, saying wistfully:

"Well, I'm here to show you the way. But just in case, you'd better listen on your knees."

Snapped!

Green snapped his fingers.

At the same time, Elsa and Melly suddenly felt a pain in their abdomen, as if something had grown countless roots and pierced into their stomach walls.

"Ah... my stomach..."

Mary curled up in a ball, her knees pressed tightly against her abdomen, each breath accompanied by a pulling pain in her abdomen.

Driven by her survival instinct, she kept scratching her throat.

"vomit--"

Vomit mixed with saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and the spasms in her abdomen made her tremble uncontrollably. Her consciousness gradually blurred amidst the waves of excruciating pain.

Elsa staggered and grabbed the stone wall for support, then slowly slid down and lay prostrate on the ground.

For a moment, it felt a bit like being a downed teammate in a game like PUBG.

What's puzzling is that she wore a smug, almost gleeful smile, as if she were enjoying the pain.

"Huh? When did Beast-kun poison it? I checked the cake and the medicine."

"It's not poison, just some magical seed powder, and my blessing can seal the life force of this powder."

"If you do anything that is detrimental to me or try to break the seal I have placed, your stomachs will burst open with a 'pop' sound as wildly growing vines burst through them."

The powder was scraped off the magic beans. Unlike ordinary plant seeds, the powder from the magic beans still possesses terrifying growth potential, only on a smaller scale.

The protection of forests can control the growth rate of these powders.

To remove it, you can directly extract all the life force from the powder, causing it to lose its activity.

Just like that brother and sister, they will be able to eliminate the residue from their bodies through metabolism.

Elsa seemed to be deep in thought, then struggled to lift her small face and asked in a calm tone:

"If that's the case, are those brother and sister on the street still alive? People as glamorous as you shouldn't be targeting innocent passersby."

Green lowered his head and looked down at Elsa; from this angle, he could see some good-looking things.

"You used people to test poison, even if they die, you should be held responsible."

Elsa, supporting herself against the stone wall, stood up shakily.

"Haha~ When people are hungry, they can even eat poisonous and rotten food."

"If someone had used a cake to test for poison fifteen years ago, I wouldn't have hesitated at all, even if it would have killed me instantly."

Living in that environment, dying from a sweet tree cake would be the best possible outcome.

The little boy is good for manual labor, so he'll probably stay with his father.

And that little girl will most likely be sold off in a few more years.

Elsa braced herself against the pain that threatened to overwhelm her, drew her scimitar, and prepared to cut open her abdomen to remove the root of the disease.

Seeing this, Green frowned and advised, "You're a girl, there's no need to be so hard on yourself, is there?"

Snapped.

After Green finished speaking, he snapped his fingers again.

The pain in the two women's abdomens immediately subsided like a receding tide.

Elsa paused, then laughed, "It's been so long since I've been treated like a woman, aren't you going to make a move, Grin?"

"Your mission failed, and you were already being hunted down by the organization."

And I'm also very curious about what you two would look like after you became lower beings.

Green leaned back in her chair with one hand and casually recounted the secrets of their organization.

"Who are you?" Mary, who was struggling on the ground, suddenly trembled when she heard the word "organization".

She stopped wriggling, and a pair of slightly fearful eyes peeked out from between the bandages.

Elsa's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes darkened slightly.

She and Merry both come from the same assassin organization called "Gustaco".

The leader of this organization calls herself "Mother" and possesses the terrifying ability to alter the form of living beings.

If the mission fails, there is a high probability that the "mother" will strip them of their five senses and turn them into an unconscious frog or mouse.

"I'm becoming increasingly curious about your true identity, Mr. Beast. You wouldn't happen to know 'Mother,' would you?"

"I have a name, Miss Elsa, my name is Grimm Andersen."

"Hans Christian Andersen? That sounds like a fake name."

Upon hearing this, Green chuckled softly and tapped the magic mirror hanging at his waist without making a sound, as if hinting at something.

As the magic mirror was struck, a few luminous stardusts fell, which instantly disappeared into the night wind.

"What does it matter if it's true or false? The important thing is that I can protect you from 'Mother's' retribution. After all, you don't want to become frogs or rats or anything, do you?"

Elsa's nonchalant, ambiguous smile vanished completely, leaving only a cold, scrutinizing gaze.

She previously revealed that she had been subjected to a cursed doll ritual, and now she seems to know a great deal about the "assassin" organization.

This guy always positions himself as the hunter.

"And the price? There's no such thing as a free lunch, especially not from a greedy guy like Green. He'll definitely ask for a high price."

"You don't seem very scared, Elsa?"

Green rested his hands on the back of the chair, looking at Elsa with some surprise.

Because of her short stature and being downwind, Mary inadvertently absorbed a significant amount of the hypnotic energy released by the magic mirror.

She sidled up to Green and struggled to pry open the bandage on her mouth from the stool leg.

"Elsa is different. Like 'Mother,' she's an unkillable monster, still valuable to the organization. The only one who will be punished is me..."

Mary's tone was a mixture of fear, unease, and her stubborn refusal to accept her fate.