Name: Jayden
Death date: 6th June 2030
Death time: 1:20:59
Physical Damage at death: 81%
Intangible Damage at death: 75%
"Matter Manipulation status"
Potential: God of Gods
Level: Heroic Mortal
Current capabilities: Solid Refining.
Limitation: Must consume two or more pounds of meat every day, twenty-four hours.
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"Al.... right...!" Jayden's hands reached for the sky enthusiastically for the first time in his second life.
His energetic voice caught the eyes of all in the large room — all eyes turned to the weird, one-eyed, striped boy sitting on the floor.
Jayden contained his excitement within his tight clenched fist, which still itched to celebrate.
'I didn't die a fucking goresome death for nothing. A God of Gods' potential ability and a limitation that's ironically delicious, come on! This has gotta be heaven itself.'
"Hoi Hoi," said a tipsy-looking guy squatted in front of Jayden. "You must be newly reborn. My gang said they found you in some bushes minutes ago."
"Oh, thanks." Jayden wore a more serious face now. Given all that he had just experienced, all he had heard about the afterlife must be true — meaning he had no time to let his guard down in a place like this.
He looked around after quietly standing up.
"A bar!"
"Hoi Hoi, stop ignoring me!" Meg shouted.
Only then did Jayden catch an old familiar scent. He followed the aroma around a table, almost animalistic.
"Meat....!" Jayden filled both hands with chicken laps, tearing apart the meat at a real speed — even the king of the jungle would step down from the table if he were there.
How long has it been? Two years or more, and Jayden kept on questioning how he had kept alive without meat. In fact, one of his secondary fears was that the world would run out of meat before he got out of that prison.
Meg burst into laughter, his face all flushed under the influence of alcohol. "You've got a large appetite, dude. Hoi Hoi, someone bring more meat over here, and some wine too."
Gulp. Gulp.
Jayden couldn't even bear the patience of chewing the meat, he just gulped it whole as fast as he could.
Minutes later, there was a pile of bones on the plate before him and eight empty rolling bottles of wine scattered all around Meg.
Jayden yawned loudly. "I never believed I could stop."
He surveyed around. This was once a world for spirits, but he sat here eating well-sauced meat and it didn't go right through him.
"Not all of this shit is a disadvantage after all," Jayden muttered as he headed for a mirror.
He coincidentally bumped into a short, thick sexy waiter.
She scanned him from waist up to his face and then fixed on his eyes with a smile.
"You should get some clothes on, Mister. Your thing's in the way."
"Hu?" Jayden shot her a puzzled look.
She walked a bit past him and whispered, "Although I don't recommend!"
Jayden watched her leave with a pale face. "Why's she smiling? Do I look like a clown?"
Soon enough he lackadaisically continued his pace to the mirror.
Jayden stared quietly at his reflection for a while. He turned front and back, even viewing different angles of his face, but the only evidence this was still him was his memories, his two-sided dimples girls always knew him for, and the missing eye Burns had taken away from him.
"Guess this is what happens when you're jailed for two years. Haha. You don't even know yourself!" Jayden said sarcastically.
"Hey, Hoi Hoi man, you got clothes?"
"Yeah," Meg said, staggering in his seat. "Boys, give the meat guy some clothes."
Just after saying that, he collapsed onto the table and instantly drifted into an unbelievably deep sleep, snoring so loud it could chase night wolves.
Jayden dressed in black baggy trousers and a white long-sleeve T-shirt with the sleeves rolled above his elbows and the buttons only closed from the third button down.
He wore a black face cap front-back, and just as he was about to leave —
Meg sprang up and was already next to him as though some notification had rung up in his slumber.
He hung his arm around Jayden's shoulder. "Hoi Hoi, what's the rush? You're in my gang now, so sit tight and have fun."
"Gang, you say?" Jayden whispered coldly.
"Hoi Hoi, cool down now, I'm only proposing since you're strong, we'd make a good team." Meg gave a bit of distance but kept his smile.
Jayden raised an eyebrow. "Why assume so?"
"You see," Meg said, "this is the City of Ambitions, said to be one of the places where the dead are reborn into the afterlife from two invisible erratic birth gates. One's below and the other is high up in the sky which is said to rarely open, but if it does, someone must have died a glorious death and so has received a glorious rebirth."
Meg scratched his nape. "I said too much, didn't I? By the way, what kinda death did you have?"
"You're better off not knowing!" Jayden answered then gave deep thoughts.
'So that's why I landed in some random bush and these guys saw me. More importantly, that's why he was being so nice.' Jayden hummed.
"I see," Jayden whispered, tapping Meg's head with a smile. "I could join your group."
"Huu?" The whole bar gasped in shock, all eyes turning towards the entrance.
"What? Are you that stupid? If it's my meat you want, we haven't got any left, you ate it to the last" Meg said.
It was almost like a lion agreeing to be led by a mere wolf.
Jayden laughed softly. "I don't mind rolling with idiots like you, but there's just one problem."
Silence fell over the bar again, a cool wind blowing in through the door, caressing Jayden's and Meg's hair slowly.
"What's your gang's ambition? Depending on your reply, I'll take action."