The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

At the same time, daylight streamed into one of the quaint taverns nestled in the heart of the bustling city of Helmfirth. The ambiance exuded a sense of tranquility, amplified by the fact that the sun still held dominion over the sky. With only a solitary patron occupying a chair near the bartender, the atmosphere was seemingly undisturbed.

Alongside the patrons, a pair of captivating young women diligently swept and polished the floor, tending to the glassware that adorned the tavern.

These young women defied the conventional garb of maids, who often wore pristine white dresses and aprons. Instead, their attire veered toward the provocative, as their translucent garments left little to the imagination. While their undergarments veiled their intimate regions, the rest of their forms were tantalizingly on display.

Amidst their chores, they skillfully flirted, winking and swaying their hips and bosoms, eliciting curious gazes from passersby who peered through the tavern windows.

"Ahawah." However, the girls' attention was abruptly diverted by an indistinct voice echoing from behind them. Expressions of disgust marred their faces as they furrowed their brows and turned to address the customer responsible for the disturbance.

Their intention wasn't necessarily to entice him, for this particular customer had already succumbed to the intoxicating allure of liquor, seemingly oblivious to their attempts to captivate him. Upon surreptitiously glimpsing into his clothing, they found nothing but a meager handful of bronze coins within his pockets.

The customer appeared to be a young man, aged between 20 and 27, donning tattered garments and dirty boots. Drunk and perched at one of the bartender's tables, he clutched a bottle of liquor in his right hand, occasionally gesticulating toward it with his other hand as he engaged in slurred conversation with the bartender.

"Hey, old man, do you know why I posed such a question out of the blue? Hehehe," the inebriated man asked, followed by a boisterous chuckle. His vision blurred, rendering only the bartender visible to him.

Faced with this puzzling inquiry, the bartender maintained a stoic silence, diligently polishing the glassware in his grasp. He couldn't help but notice the exchange of glances among his fellow employees, prompting him to shake his head subtly.

Even in the absence of a response, the young man continued to chuckle hazily, his voice alternating between boisterousness and sudden bouts of hysteria, occasionally even erupting into unexpected bouts of tears.

A sudden hush descended upon the tavern, as the young man fell into an eerie silence. A collective sigh of relief escaped the patrons, assuming he had succumbed to slumber. But just as the bartender believed the young man had finally succumbed to sleep, he noticed his lips parting once more.

"Hold on, young man. Your life stretches out before you, brimming with possibilities. Seek another occupation and dare to test your luck once more," the bartender interjected, unable to bear the young man's rambling any longer. His voice carried a touch of desperation as he involuntarily raised his voice, urging the inebriated patron to reconsider his choices.

*ring*

The jingle of the tavern doorbell resonated throughout the room, alerting everyone to the entrance of a newcomer. The melodic chime prompted the two girls to swiftly set down their cleaning implements, hastily adjusting their attire and enhancing their makeup before scurrying to greet the guest.

"Welcome..." The pair of girls positioned themselves side by side, their faces adorned with carefully applied cosmetics and their revealing attire showcasing their flawless skin. It was an irresistible sight, guaranteed to captivate any man who laid eyes upon them. They smiled with practiced professionalism, not forgetting to accentuate their most alluring features.

"Ehmm." A hoarse and resonant voice emanated from behind the door, causing an immediate shift in the girls' expressions. Their initial radiance dimmed in an instant. "No need to greet me," the voice continued.

As the door swung open, a hulking figure filled the frame. The bald, muscular man towered before them, his imposing stature casting a shadow that obscured the warm sunlight, transforming him into a monstrous silhouette. The girls appeared minuscule in his presence, their bodies trembling and shivering involuntarily. They hastily wiped the smiles from their faces. "Okay, sir," they managed to stammer.

"Please," the two girls muttered in unison, their voices blending into a beautiful symphony as they graciously stepped aside, offering the burly man a path. They lowered their heads humbly, acknowledging his dominance.

Simultaneously, the bartender, witnessing this encounter, abandoned the glass he had been meticulously polishing. His hands trembled as he set it down, the weight of fear pressing heavily upon him. "Is the boss inside?" the burly man approached the bartender, disregarding the other customers seated nearby.

"Ye..s, the boss is inside," the bartender replied with a mixture of terror and trepidation, his legs quivering under the weight of the burly man's presence.

"Old man!!" Meanwhile, the young man, observing the bartender before him suddenly vanish, felt a surge of anger welling within him. His intoxicated gaze struggled to focus, now that the person he had been conversing with had inexplicably disappeared. Frustration prompted him to shout.

The young man abruptly sat up straight, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to regain clarity. However, before he could make sense of his surroundings, a voice sent shivers down his spine.

"Noisy." As the young man contemplated turning around, an ominous sensation crept up his spine. Before he could react, he felt an immense hand envelop his entire head, a grip so colossal it could wrap around a baseball bat. The burly man effortlessly lifted the young man, his head grasped firmly within his palm.

With a forceful swing, the burly man propelled the young man's body in various directions, causing violent collisions with tables and chairs. The impact reverberated throughout the tavern, a chaotic symphony of destruction.

"Arghhhhh!" The young man, now a hapless victim, could only surrender to his grim fate. His body bore the painful consequences of his ordeal, bruised and wounded from scraping against the unforgiving edges of the tables and colliding with multiple chairs.

"Sir..." The girls spoke in hushed tones upon witnessing the young man's suffering, their concern palpable.

Instantly, the burly man halted his actions, casting an irritated gaze toward the girls. "What?" he gruffly inquired, his eyes betraying his annoyance.

One of the girls, trembling, hastily spoke up, "N-nothing." The other girl could only seek refuge behind her friend, too overwhelmed to muster a response.

A flicker of surprise momentarily crossed the burly man's face, but he swiftly redirected his attention back to the limp head he held in his grip. "Ah... he's dead," he remarked, observing the young man's crimson wounds and bulging eyes. "I leave him to you."

With a casual disregard, the burly man flung the lifeless body to the far end of the room, its impact resonating with a resounding thud. Without another word, he strode deeper into the tavern, leaving the aftermath of chaos behind him.

As the burly man departed, the bartender swiftly issued instructions to the girls, urging them to assess the young man's condition. "How is he?"

One of the girls checked the young man's pulse, while the other carefully examined his eyelids and listened for any signs of breath. "He's dying, but there's still a chance to save him," one of the girls replied, glancing at the bartender.

Upon hearing this grim assessment, the bartender furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Memories of the young man's drunken ramblings resurfaced in his mind, prompting him to ponder the information he had received.

The two girls fell silent, awaiting the bartender's decision, their gaze fixed upon him. They made no attempt to reposition the young man's body, understanding the urgency of the situation.

"Clean it up," the bartender finally declared, his memory firmly convinced of the details he had recalled. Placing his trust in his own recollection, he issued orders to the two employees, fully aware of the crucial task at hand.