The Second Chance of Reincarnator

Gehram, the Amour Brothel.

The bed shook with the sound of the high-pitched moans, and a bare-chested woman lay flat on her stomach, sweating and panting heavily like a thirsty dog.

"Ahh… Ahh… Huff!"

A sweaty man pulled himself away from her, sat on the edge of the bed, and lit a cigarette to catch his breath.

"How was it? Good, right? Haha."

He asked with a grin.

"Ugh…"

The woman just rolled her eyes, sat back up, and covered herself with the wrinkled blanket that lay at the foot of the bed.

"See you next week."

He said with a smirk, putting several dozen Iris coin pieces on the table, right beside the empty wine glass and bottle.

"Whatever~"

The woman waved her hand, stepped into the bath, let the blanket fall off her naked body, and disappeared into the steamy water.

He put his white billowy shirt back on, then brown high-waisted trousers; and he tucked them into his tall boots and put his wide-brimmed hat on before stepping out of the room.

With him walking down the stairs, the sound of the pleasurable moans filled the hallways like the chorus of a beautiful symphony.

He walked past the rooms of the brothels, each filled with its own unique sounds of pleasure, and finally reached the front door, where he picked up his umbrella from the stand by the entrance before stepping out into the rainy night.

The sky over Gehram was dark, and the sound of thunder echoed in the distance.

"Tch. What horrible weather."

He unfurled the umbrella and started his walk home—then it started raining—and it was a heavy downpour.

At that moment, he saw a shabby shelter at the corner of the street—it had a tarp as a roof, a candle lantern inside acting as light, and a sleeping bag on the ground.

However, a couple of men were playing dice around a small box in the center.

"…Might as well."

The man checked how many coin pieces he had left, saw that he had about fifty, and walked over to the shelter. Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе (М-VLЕМРYR)

"Mind if I play as well?"

He asked, sat with them around the table, and rolled the coin pieces in his hand as if they were a set of dice.

"Sure thing. We're playing a game of three dice, and we could use an extra player."

A long-faced man—his face almost resembled that of a horse—and he shuffled the dice inside his hand.

The man put his fifty pieces on the table, caressed his chin with a thoughtful look, and watched as the long-faced man rolled the dice across the box.

"Four, five, and one. Ten points."

The long-faced man said—he rolled his own score just now—and then gave the dice to the next person.

The red-haired man rolled the dice across the box and said.

"Four, six, and six—sixteen points!"

He said with a smirk, as that was almost the best score that he could've possibly gotten!

"Tch, shit…"

The man cursed under his breath, but at that moment, he heard some strange murmuring in his ear.

'Harmony… Harmony… Hysteria… Hysteria…'

"Huh?"

He looked behind him, but there was nobody there, and with a frown on his face, he looked back to the box.

The person beside him rolled a horrible score, only getting five total points, and he then handed him the dice.

"I just remembered that I had something to do. Maybe next time, aye?"

The man said with a smirk, took his fifty pieces from the box, and stuffed them into his dirty pocket.

"Hey, the game's already on. You just cannot leave whenever you desire so!"

The long-faced man said angrily, and the red-haired person pulled out a knife from his waist belt and put it down at the box.

"Sit… Down…"

The red-haired man said coldly.

"Oh… Haha."

The man licked his lips, flicked his wrist, and a screwdriver-pointed knife appeared in his hand.

"B-Blessed One!"

The long-faced man bowed his head, touched the box with his head, and said.

"W-We apologize… W-We didn't know who you are."

"Hmph!"

The man took their coin pieces from the box, stuffed them into his other pocket, and walked away from the shack with the rain drenching him.

He quickly put the umbrella over his head, scratched his neck, and made his way down the street.

The silvery lightning flashed across the dark clouds—a sound of rumble followed—and the city folk ran for cover.

It was raining so much that the man's boots were completely soaked through within minutes, and it kept coming down harder and harder.

'Harmony… Harmony… Hysteria… Hysteria…'

The man stopped in his tracks and looked around—the voice was somehow louder than before—and it didn't matter that it was thundering.

It was so loud that he thought that someone was speaking from inside his head.

"Who is this speaking to me? I know you're somewhere out there! Is this the doing of the Mystic or some telepathic Magician?"

He clicked his tongue and turned around, and at that moment, something pierced through his chest and exited from his back.

"Urgh!"

He coughed blood and slipped on the rain-drenched sidewalk—he lost the grip on his umbrella, and it flew out of his hand, carried away by the strong wind.

"Argh!"

He ripped his overcoat open, and his bleeding shirt—there was a hole in his chest—and it was gushing blood like a fountain.

"Who shot me? Is it Outlaw? However, I did not even hear a gunshot!"

At that moment, another hole appeared in his chest—another, another, another, and another—it was as if some invisible knife was stabbing him over and over again.

"Urgh… Argh… Ahh!"

He shouted painfully and tried punching the invisible person, but his fist didn't touch anything, and the stabbing didn't stop.

The blood trickled down the sidewalk, but luckily, the rain was there to wash it all away into the drain.

"S-Show yourself! Bastard!"

The man shouted, and at that moment, a bullet pierced the side of his head, rammed through his brain, and ended his life instantly.

With a flash of the lightning, the man's dead body was illuminated for a brief moment before disappearing into the darkness of the storm.