The girl who ate the death god

Chapter 01: Bread is Delicious

It was a common tale in the beginning.

A poor village swallowed up by the ravages of war, its fortune, food, and lives snatched away. Invaders mercilessly trampled the villagers location, which had a series of crop failures and was struggling with starvation. Unable to even resist, their miserable lives were reaped by swords, or possibly spears.

All throughout the village rose shrieks and screams, and then they were extinguished.

Sating their greed and to make sport, they set fire to the buildings after looting them, and they left not a single vestige behind. A father and child, seeing an opening, had decided to escape, but well aimed arrows flew towards their backs, and they collapsed face down.

From this Cauldron of Hell, not even a single person could escape.

It was inside that boiling, abominable hell fire.

A single, emaciated, scrawny young girl with lifeless eyes had secluded herself in a run-down hut. She had no energy nor strength to move remaining. The young girls family tried to run, but they were slaughtered on the way.

The girl who could not sufficiently do farmwork was thought a burden by not just the villagers, but also her family. If she died for them, they would be happier instead, they considered.

Therefore, she was the only one in the family left behind and consequently survived until now, since no one could escape the encircled village.

Inside the girls heart were resignation, despair, grief, and sorrow. Various emotions were mixed together.

However, more than those emotions, there was but one thought stronger than them in her. Only one desire outweighed them.

It was a sad, wretched desire that could be called a human instinct as well, Hunger.

Since this person was born, she never had a full stomach. An ample harvest could not be expected from the infertile earth, and furthermore, there was a harsh tax imposed. The meager remaining food was preferentially given to the laborers. The ones who went out hunting. The ones who performed farm work. The ones who raised children.

The young girl who could not do a single thing sufficiently was given nothing but scraps of food.

Even so, it could still be called happiness that she was just able to live.

Since there were cases of other villages resorting to murder to reduce the number of mouths to feed.

—Hence, when an invader finally came in, the girl did not even quiver. Even when the invader revealed a broad and detestable smile, the girl did not avert her face away. Even when the well-built soldier pushed her down and his arms came reaching for her, she did not shake him off.

Even when Death holding its large scythe looked down upon her, she did not feel dread. Was it just an illusion, or was it the real Death, had it come to harvest her soul?

Death, wearing a tattered robe and a white mask. However, the feeling of hunger was not sated by the appearance of the dreadful god of death.

Death and the man pushing her down could be seen overlapping each other. Her vision was becoming increasingly abnormal it seemed.

In the world which began to be infected with vice, the girl muttered that she was hungry many times over in her mind.

The girls crude clothes were violently torn off. She no longer cared what would happen afterwards; her stomach was empty. Isnt there anything to eat, she hummed and looked around.

At her out of place behavior, the soldier who pushed her down displayed a puzzled face. When his gaze met the girls, the man involuntarily drew back. The skilled soldier who had killed many people was stupefied.