Berserk of Gluttony Vol. 2

  Table of Contents

  Color Gallery

  Title Page

  Copyrights and Credits

  Table of Contents Page

  Chapter 1: Not Homesick for Home

  Chapter 2: Old Friends

  Chapter 3: A Village Suspended in Time

  Chapter 4: The Black Scythe Reaps

  Chapter 5: The Weight of a Fist

  Chapter 6: A Girl and Her Wrath

  Chapter 7: A Well-Governed City

  Chapter 8: The Desert of Extinction

  Chapter 9: Wielding Extra Impact

  Chapter 10: The Fearsome Beast of the Sandstorm

  Chapter 11: Crimson Thunder

  Chapter 12: Corpse, the Adventurer

  Chapter 13: The Fate of Rude Holy Knights

  Chapter 14: Gluttony and Wrath

  Chapter 15: An Old Knight in His Twilight

  Chapter 16: Secrets of the Blade of Light

  Chapter 17: The Battle They Were Waiting For

  Chapter 18: The City of the Dead

  Chapter 19: The Power of Master and Apprentice

  Chapter 20: Cleansing Light

  Chapter 21: New Possibilities

  Chapter 22: Dignity Regained

  Chapter 23: Myne’s Request

  Chapter 24: The Green Demi-Humans

  Chapter 25: The Dance of the Black Axe

  Chapter 26: The Village of Oblivion

  Chapter 27: The Insurmountable Chimera

  Chapter 28: Power Unleashed

  Chapter 29: The Third Level

  Chapter 30: In the Lands of Galia

  Side Story: Roxy’s Expedition

  Creator Profiles

  Newsletter

  Chapter 1:

  Not Homesick for Home

  I PUT MY HAND on an old, well-worn door, a door I’d known since my youth. It creaked as I pushed it open. Inside our house sat my father, resting on a chair. By his side, against the wall, lay his trusty spear, worn with use. The spear’s blade was sticky with blackened blood. My father’s face was pallid and his arm bore a deep wound. One short glance was more than enough to tell me that he had battled monsters on his way home. I ran to his side, worried.

  “Dad! Are you all right?!” I cried.

  My father replied with a chuckle. “This little scratch? It’s nothing serious.”

  He always tried to play down the severity of his wounds, but even as a child I knew better.

  I hurried to draw fresh water from the well outside. The water was so cold that it numbed my hands. I hauled the heavy bucket back inside and began to clean my father’s cut. His grimace when the rag touched his flesh confirmed my fears; this wound was no mere scratch.

  Our village was known for a medicinal plant called “miel.” Most local families kept a stock of miel, and we were no different. I fetched the leaves from a shelf in our back room and crushed them to a paste, then rubbed the paste over my father’s wound before bandaging it. My father watched in silence while I worked. Only when I finished tying the bandage did he open his mouth to speak.

  “You’ve gotten good at this, Fay,” he said.

  “Of course I have! You keep going out and getting yourself injured!”

  “Ah…you’re right. I…I’m sorry.”

  My father ruffled my hair with his injured arm, at a loss for words. Then a thought occurred to him, and he stood up from his chair.

  “Shall we visit your mother?” he asked.

  “Okay.”

  My mother’s grave lay directly behind our house. She’d died soon after my birth, and requested that we bury her there. That way, even if she couldn’t see her son with her own eyes, she could at least watch over me from nearby. This was why, whenever possible, my father and I visited her once a day.

  We knelt before her grave—always swept clean and kept free of weeds—and put our hands together in prayer. From the corner of my eye, I saw my father’s jaw twitch, and he grimaced. It was the pain from the wound I’d just mended. He was doing his best to endure, but I knew his arm must hurt.

  “Mom won’t get mad if you don’t clasp your hands, Dad.”

  “Yeah, I know. But I want to do it, okay?”

  Deep in his heart, my father was committed to our routines. He still smiled through difficult times, and he still ruffled my hair, despite his wounds. Even back then, even though I was only a child, I recognized those moments as flashes of my father’s true resolve.

  ***

  “Never happier than when you’re muttering in your sleep, are you, Fate?”

  The rickety cart we rode in clattered over a rock, jolting me from the gentle nostalgia of my dream. Over the crunch of wheels and dirt, the black sword Greed’s laughter echoed hollowly through my Telepathy.

  “What are you laughing at?!” I sat up, holding my head.

  “I’m laughing at you,” said the black sword. “You and your muttering. ‘Dad…Dad…’ You’re still such a child.”

  Greed catching me mumbling about my parents in my sleep was horribly embarrassing. Not only would he never let me live it down, he would undoubtedly remind me of what he heard any chance he got. I sighed. I might as well have served up my weaknesses on a silver platter.

  We’d been out on the road for a full two days, a lull which had given me plenty of time to think back on the better days of my youth. But now, at last, the old horse and cart I’d hired arrived in Tetra.

  Tetra was, more or less, a merchant town. At only a tenth of the population of the kingdom’s capital, Seifort, it was still lively and active in its own right. As a hub for goods and produce from the south, it was popular among many of the kingdom’s merchants.

  However, Greed and I were headed much farther south, aiming for the infamously dangerous country of Galia. The sun was already setting by the time we arrived in Tetra, but I asked around to see whether I could find another merchant willing to take us farther. None of the caravans were interested, which didn’t surprise me; traveling at night invited attacks from ferocious monsters.

  Fortunately, I wasn’t in a hurry. I was on the lookout for any signs of Lady Roxy Hart or her soldiers, but as it turned out, none of them had reached Tetra yet, which meant I was well ahead of them. Lady Roxy was…well, she was my friend, and only a year older than me, yet as a holy knight of Seifort and the head of the noble Hart family, she was currently leading an entire army into Galia.

  Her army’s journey would take time. It was different for me, traveling alone. I had to be careful not to outpace them too much.

  With all that in mind, I decided to stay overnight in Tetra. As long as I had extra time, it made sense to use it to get as strong as I possibly could before I reached Galia. I’d spend the evening hunting monsters on the outskirts of Tetra, and in the morning I’d find a merchant willing to ferry us farther south.

  As for money for my expedition, I’d received a generous sum from the head servant of Hart manor before I left. So long as I didn’t go crazy with lavish spending, these funds would be more than enough to see me to Galia. The head servant must have known I intended to follow Lady Roxy all the way. Perhaps that was why she’d tried so hard to stop me.

  “I’ll use your money wisely,” I murmured, and I gripped the coin purse tightly, careful not to drop anything.

  I wandered down the evening streets. The truth was that this wasn’t my first time in Tetra. I’d come through after I fled the village where I’d grown up, briefly stopping there on my way to Seifort. Back then, I’d been driven out of my own village, alone, with barely a coin to my name. I remembered finding a quiet back alley and squeezing into a corner to sleep. In the morning, I’d used the last of my money to buy three pieces of stale bread, then departed for Seifort
on foot.

  Looking back on it now, it amazed me that I’d survived the journey to Seifort. But my life had only gotten harder after I arrived… Again, my head flooded with memories I no longer wanted to recall. Fortunately, my stomach interrupted with a loud rumble, crying out for sustenance. I still had provisions I’d bought in Seifort, but this was a good chance to indulge in some of the Tetran cuisine I’d missed out on last time.

  A big wooden sign to my right pointed out an old tavern. It’d been a long day, and I wanted a drink alongside my meal; a tavern sounded perfect. I opened the aged, weathered door and stepped inside.

  This tavern was far more spacious than my old haunt back in Seifort. It featured about thirty seats and was liberally decorated without feeling too cramped or overwrought. I took a seat at the counter, in the corner. No matter what bar I visited, the corner was always where I felt most at home.

  The barkeep behind the counter called out to me as he polished cups. “What can I get you?”

  “What do you recommend?” I asked.

  “If you’re after a drink, you can’t go wrong with red wine from the Hart family estate. For a meal, it’s gotta be the rabbit soup with buttered bread. All in all, that’s twenty copper coins. What do you say?”

  “Bit steep, if you ask me. Jacking up the price just because I’m not from around here, huh? Fifteen, and I’ll take it.”

  The barkeep laughed and shouted my order back to the kitchen staff. I pushed my fifteen copper across the counter and glanced around the bar while I waited. About half the diners were merchants. The other half were adventurers. All of them were dressed well. It seemed the clientele here ran quite wealthy, which explained the high prices.

  I licked my lips excitedly at the arrival of my meal, then chowed down. While I ate, I made plans for the upcoming morning. My best course of action would be hitching a ride to the next big town with another wagon. Hopping caravans would ensure I always wound up in a place where I could find lodgings and locations to stock up on provisions as I traveled. I couldn’t afford to arrive in Galia an exhausted wreck, but the single skill I’d been born with, Gluttony, rendered me eternally hungry. Food and eating forever lurked at the back of my mind.

  I gobbled down my soup and bread, sparing nothing, not even the last crumb. Just as I set my cup of wine to my lips, a commotion broke out on the other side of the bar. I turned to see what was going on.

  The ruckus came from a table of six adventurers. Arrogance hardened their faces. In front of their table a man kneeled, head to the floor, bowing profusely as they ate. The man continued to bow, over and over, as the adventurers hurled abuse at him. The whole spectacle was disgusting enough to sour the taste of wine in my mouth.

  I didn’t usually get involved in messes like this. But this was a special case. I’d seen the man scraping in front of them before. I knew him. What was he doing here, begging at the feet of these callous adventurers?

  I listened as their conversation continued, all of them oblivious to my gaze.

  “You do know that monsters are everywhere because of what’s happening in Galia, right? And you must know that requests for monster hunters have shot through the roof, right? You know all of this, and yet you’re still here asking us to go all the way to some backwater mountain village to slay beasts for a few measly silver?”

  “I’m begging you,” the man said. “Please. If we don’t hurry, my entire village is doomed.”

  “Shut up. Enough already. Go find someone else. Can’t you see we’re eating here?”

  “Please. Please, I’m begging you. Everybody else has turned me down, and I’m running out of time. Please, you must save my village!”

  A bearded adventurer stood and placed his boot on the man’s head.

  “If you’re going to bow,” he said, “then you have to really drive your head into the ground. Like this, see? Show us how sincere you are. You get me?”

  “Please…please help us…” the man mumbled, his words distorted against the wood. He lay trapped under the forceful push of the adventurer’s boot. His tears pooled on the floor as he pleaded.

  The adventurers watched and laughed. Finally, the bearded adventurer slowly took his foot from the man’s head, tired of the joke. “All right, we’ll do it.”

  “Really?!”

  “But you have to understand. We’ve got a lot of requests to get through, right? Boatloads of them. So, I’m sure we can get to yours…yeah, about a year from now. Oh, and because you’re making us walk through the mountains? That’s an additional ten gold coins on top of our usual fee.”

  “But that’s… We can’t wait that long. A-and I told you, I only have ten silver.”

  The kneeling man’s answer left the adventurers bellowing with laughter, as if bullying were a snack to enjoy alongside their drinks.

  “In that case, no deal,” said the adventurer. “Better find someone else.”

  “Have you no compassion?! Please, I beg of you! Help us!”

  “No. Compassion doesn’t fill my wallet.”

  Despite the adventurers’ obvious disdain, the kneeling man refused to give up. He slammed his head into the ground. He begged. And he begged, and begged. Maybe they had taken him for a joke before, but now I could see his persistence was starting to really annoy them.

  “Shut up, already! Learn your place, weakling!” one shouted.

  The bearded adventurer lifted the pleading man by his shirt. “Listen! We don’t care what happens to your backwater village!”

  With that, the bearded adventurer’s fist flew through the air. He wasn’t holding back. I knew that if that punch landed, it would cripple the man.

  However, the punch didn’t land. Before I realized I was moving, I stopped the blow in place with a single hand.

  “That’s enough,” I said.

  The adventurer turned his anger on me. “Don’t stick your nose in other people’s business! And don’t think, when you do, you’ll get away without—”

  I squeezed his fist. His eyes widened with shock at the power of my grip, and he collapsed to his knees.

  “Okay! I’ll stop! I’ll stop! Please, just…just let me go…”

  “How kind of you,” I said. “Now, go back and eat with your friends. Quietly. You’re bothering the other diners.”

  “I will. I will! Just, please…let me go. My hand…it’s going to break…!”

  The difference in our strength was clear, and the adventurer knew it. He slunk back to his place at the table, where the group of adventurers now sat in silence. Their table had the air of a funeral.

  The man I’d just saved stared at me. As he saw my face, his eyes went wide. He stepped backward and placed a hand on his mouth. He couldn’t hide his surprise. Couldn’t hide his shock.

  He and I had grown up together in the village I once called home. We’d never been friends.

  “It’s been a while, Set,” I said. “How long exactly? Five years?”

  Chapter 2:

  Old Friends

  SET FLINCHED AWKWARDLY at my casual greeting. Then he made up his mind and dropped to his knees, bowing before me. I didn’t have a chance to stop him.

  “Fate! Please! We need your help! I won’t ask you to forget the past, and I know it’s not something we can just wash away. But please, just this once…”

  Set was four years older than me, and the son of the village elder. Back in our youth, he had been the ringleader of the village children. The other kids followed his lead, doing whatever he said. He pelted me with rocks, and on the day I left five years ago, rocks had fallen like rain as he howled at me to leave. Then the village elder and the other adults had burned my house, keeping the fire going until it was nothing but ashes. I remembered that day. A downpour of rocks, an inescapable rain of despair. The destruction of my home. Complete and utter banishment.

  And now the same Set, the man who had done all of that, knelt before me, begging. Pleading for me to help him because I finally seemed useful.


  I had been driven out of my village. They had deemed me worthless because of my Gluttony, nothing but a freeloader. But over the next five years Gluttony’s true powers had taken root, and now they needed me. But Set wasn’t looking at me. He wasn’t looking at Fate, the man. I could have been anyone, so long as I had power.

  The Set who knelt before me with his head pressed into the floor…this was a far cry from the Set I’d known five years ago. Gone was his lively youth. In its place was a pitiful portrait of desperation. And his position let me see clearly that his search for an adventurer had taken its toll; even at his young age, he was balding.

  “Fate…please. Please, help us. I’ll do anything you ask. Anything!”

  The truth of the matter was that I never would have interfered with the pathetic scene in the first place if I had only intended to reject his pleas. I had wanted to return to the village to visit the graves of my parents, and if I happened to feed a few souls to Gluttony while I was there, it would only be because I needed the power. That was it, my own selfish reason. I was not in any way going back to aid Set or the people who had turned me out into the cold.

  “Fine. I’ll accompany you to the village.”

  “Really?! Thank you, thank you! We’ll head back at first light tomorrow!”

  Wait until morning? Just how worried are you about your village, anyway? I shook my head at Set. This was how he acted when people were in danger? “No. We leave now.”

  “But…the sun’s already setting. It’s too dangerous to travel at night! The cloud cover makes it pitch-black out there. Walking the mountain paths with torches in hand would be like painting glowing targets on our backs for roaming monsters!”

  “Sounds perfect,” I said. “I much prefer them coming to me over having to go looking for them.”

  Set’s face went pale, and he shivered. Had I said something strange? Wasn’t that the most efficient way to hunt? I rested my hand on my sword hilt, and Greed spoke through my Telepathy.

  “You might have killed your fair share of goblins,” he said, “but don’t let that experience get your thoughts twisted. Remember your fight with the kobolds?”