《Rebellion By A Force》


 Force

    Ring!! Ring!! Ring!!


    The alarm clock rang loudly. The time showed that it was already 7 in the morning.


    Myrul woke up from his sleep. His hand reached out to the clock and turned it off.


    His eyes blinked as he woke up from a deep sleep. He sat there for a moment, rubbing his eyes, then got up and sat on the bed.


    At first, the alarm clock made a soft hum. "Hmm... I better take a quick shower before my friend wakes up," he thought.


    Myrul grabbed the towel hanging on the bathroom door, still groggy from just waking up, and headed to the shower.


    Brr, it''s cold!!


    The atmosphere in the bathroom felt like a battlefield. After an hour-long "battle" in the shower, he finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel, drying himself off. He then grabbed some clothes from the wardrobe.


    A feeling crept into his mind: "Now''s the time to go back to sleep." He glanced at the bed and lay down peacefully.


    Gurrr...


    "Ugh, my stomach''s growling. Of course, it''s hungry at a time like this."


    He reached for his phone and opened a food delivery app. "What should I eat today?" he thought to himself as he scrolled through the options.


    After much deliberation, he decided to order just a cup of coffee and some bread for breakfast that morning.


    While waiting for the food to arrive, he went to his bookshelf to pick up one of the many fantasy books he had bought before.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    His eyes landed on a peculiar book with a black and gold cover. The cover featured a star and two humans crossing swords with each other. The title of the book was "The Lord of Rebellion,"and it was covered in dust.


    He wiped and blew off the dust that had settled on the book. "When did I even buy this book?" he wondered.


    "Ah, whatever, I''ll give it a try. It looks interesting."


    He sat at his reading desk. The room was still dim because his friend was still asleep.


    He opened the first page of the book, and the text written there said:


    "Read at your own risk."


    Myrul closed the book calmly. "Enough. I don''t like taking risks. I''m not going to die because of some book," he muttered.


    Suddenly, the fan in the room started spinning wildly, causing the book to flip open on its own. But Myrul quickly reached out and slammed it shut. "Hehehe, F---ck you! I am the king of kings!" he said defiantly, holding the book tightly to keep it from opening again. The fan gradually returned to its normal speed.


    Myrul held the book firmly and placed it back on the shelf. However, not long after, the bookshelf suddenly collapsed, and the book flipped open once more.


    A bright white light shone from the pages of the book. Without warning, the book began to pull Myrul in with an incredibly strong force. Myrul desperately tried to grab onto the bed and called out to his friend at the top of his lungs, but time seemed to freeze. He was the only one being sucked into the book.


    "Ahhh! Goodbye, my friend! This is why I hate mysterious books!" he shouted as he was pulled into the book, disappearing into the blinding light.


    Myrul spun around in the loophole, grumbling to himself, "Ugh, how long do I have to deal with this? It''s taking forever to get there!"


    Bored out of his mind from waiting to reach his destination, he decided to pass the time by "swimming" through the void, showing off all sorts of skills and moves he could think of.


    Suddenly, random objects started appearing out of nowhere, flying toward him. "Pfft, this is way too easy to dodge," Myrul said confidently, effortlessly weaving and dodging everything that came his way.


    The objects started growing larger and larger, and the space around Myrul became tighter, making it harder to dodge. One of the objects finally hit him.


    "Ouch!! Damn, that hurts!!"


    This time, Myrul decided to bring out his karate skills. He started kicking and punching all the objects flying his way. "Let''s do this, boys!" he shouted, hyping himself up.


    But just as he thought he was getting the hang of it, the real challenge appeared¡ªan object the size of an elephant began moving toward him.


    "You''ve got to be kidding me, book! Give me a fair fight, will you? Ugh, I don''t want to die a virgin!"


    Just before the massive object could crush Myrul, a hole suddenly opened up behind it. Myrul''s feel annoying with that safe exit .


    "Hey... hey! Do it again, right in front of that big object, you stupid book!" he shouted, taunting the mysterious book.


    The book ignored him .


    Myrul, still defiant and full of bravado, shouted at the book, "You think you''re so clever, huh? If I get my hands on you again, I''ll f--ck you up and make you squirt!"


    As soon as the words left his mouth, the massive object suddenly vanished.


    "Hahaha! Knew you''d chicken out, you bitch!!" Myrul laughed triumphantly, thinking he had won.


    But just as he started to feel safe, the object reappeared out of nowhere, slamming down on him from above. The force of the impact sent him flying straight into the hole that had opened earlier.


    "F------ck youuuu!!"** Myrul screamed as he was pushed into the void, his voice echoing as he disappeared into the unknown.

 New World

    After what felt like an eternity of spinning through the endless void, Myrul finally saw a light piercing through the darkness. Relief washed over him as he realized this might be the end of his chaotic journey.


    "Thank goodness... I feel like I''m about to crap myself. I don''t even know how many times I''ve peed¡ªlucky none of it got in my mouth,"


    Myrul forced his body toward the light. As he got closer, he felt a rush of fresh air and saw a breathtaking view unfold before him.


    "Ahh, finally! Fresh air! I can see a whole new world out here!" he exclaimed, his spirits lifting for the first time in what felt like forever.


    But as he looked around, his excitement turned to confusion¡ªand then panic.


    "Wait up!! Why can I see the *entire* world out here?!"


    It was then that Myrul realized he wasn''t just stepping into a new world¡ªhe was falling into it. He was high above the ground, plummeting through the sky at an alarming speed. His face went pale as he accepted his fate, his expression one of resigned calm.


    "Well, this is it. I''m done for," he thought, his mind oddly at peace as the wind roared past him.


    As he fell, the intense friction with the air caused his clothes to catch fire. Flames began to lick at his shirt, and he couldn''t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.


    "People always talk about shooting stars... but this? This is just a shooting asshole ,"


    Meanwhile, on the ground below, a group of warriors was locked in a fierce battle against a massive slime monster. The fight was intense, with the slime''s gelatinous body absorbing most of their physical attacks. To defeat it, they needed to destroy the core hidden deep within its gooey form.


    But there was a problem: the slime had a unique advantage. It could only be truly defeated with magic, specifically fire-based skills. Unfortunately, the group had no mage among them, leaving them struggling to find a way to win.


    The warriors looked exhausted, their movements slowing as if they had been fighting for hours. Just as they were about to regroup and continue the battle, something caught their attention. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    A fiery object was falling from the sky, hurtling toward them at incredible speed.


    "What the¡ª?!" one of the warriors shouted, pointing upward.


    Before anyone could react, the object crashed directly into the slime with a loud BANG!!


    The impact sent chunks of slime flying in all directions, and the ground shook from the force of the collision. When the dust settled, the warriors stared in disbelief at the scene before them.


    The slime was gone, obliterated by the fiery object. And lying in the middle of the crater was a singed, slightly smoking figure¡ªMyrul.


    "Ugh... what the hell just happened?" He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. He looked around, confused, before locking eyes with the stunned warriors.


    "Uh... hi? Did I... land on something important?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm despite his disheveled state.


    The female warriors immediately covered their faces, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment as they averted their eyes from him.


    "Why are they all covering their faces?"l He wondered aloud, confused. He tried to walk out of the sticky remnants of the slime, but as he looked down at himself, he realized the horrifying truth¡ªhe was completely naked.


    "Is that my dick ? . Oh, crap! My clothes! They burned up from the friction!" he exclaimed, finally remembering how his outfit had caught fire during his fiery descent.


    "Shitt!! I''m not a pervert, okay?! I fell from the sky, and my clothes burned off! This isn''t my fault!" he shouted, trying to explain himself, but the female warriors didn''t seem to understand him. They began whispering among themselves in a language he couldn''t comprehend.


    Feeling the need to salvage his dignity, he decided to own the situation. He struck a confident pose, puffing out his chest and walking proudly through the slime-covered battlefield.


    "Behold! My glorious, well-toned body! You should feel honored to witness such perfection. This body could bring you joy and happ¡ª"


    Before he could finish his sentence, someone from behind delivered a sharp blow to the back of his head.


    "Bullshit," a voice muttered as Myrul''s vision blurred and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.


    Not long after, He woke up from his unconscious state, but the world seemed upside down, and he felt dizzy and disoriented.


    His hands and feet were tied to a wooden pole, and he was being carried by the group of warriors¡ªstill completely naked.


    "Hey! What the hell are you trying to do to me? Let me go right now!" He shouted, struggling against the ropes that bound him. But no matter how much he wriggled, he couldn''t break free.


    One of the female warriors, who was walking beside him, suddenly removed her underwear and used them to gag Myrul''s mouth. His eyes widened in shock as her... boobs blocked his view of her face.


    "Mmmph! Mmmph!!" He tried to protest, but his words were muffled by the makeshift gag.


    "F¡ªck! Why did you have to use your *underwear* to shut me up? I''m not a pervert, damn it!" he thought, his face turning red with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.


    As the group continued to carry him, Myrul''s mind began to race with wild thoughts.


    "Hah, shit... am I about to be *raped* by them?!" he panicked internally, his imagination running wild.

 The village

    After a while, the group arrived at a small village deep in the forest. The village was modest, with only a handful of inhabitants. He noticed the children playing nearby¡ªinnocent but visibly malnourished, their thin frames a stark reminder of their harsh living conditions.


    "Seeing them like this... it''s heartbreaking," He thought, feeling a pang of sympathy. "But please, I still have some dignity left. If they see me naked like this, I''ll be the one people feel sorry for!"


    When they reached the center of the village, one of the warriors entered a shabby-looking house. Moments later, she emerged with an elderly man who appeared to be the village chief. The old man looked at Myrul with a stern expression, his eyes squinting as if he was struggling to see clearly.


    The chief began speaking in a language Myrul couldn''t understand, gesturing with his hands as if trying to communicate. But what caught Myrul''s attention was the fact that the chief wasn''t even looking directly at him¡ªhis gaze was slightly off to the side.


    "F¡ªck, even the village chief is practically blind! How the hell do they survive in this jungle?!" He thought, his frustration growing.


    Myrul''s hopes were dwindling. Despite not understanding a word of what the villagers were saying, he could sense that the chief had good intentions. The old man''s gestures and tone seemed to hint at the possibility of releasing him.


    One of the girls finally removed the underwear that had been gagging Myrul''s mouth. "Finally, my mouth is free!" the lingering salty taste made him grimace. "Please tell me this isn''t... you know, pee residue. Ugh."


    Desperate for water, he decided to use hand signals to communicate. He pointed to his mouth with his thumb, mimicking the act of drinking. The villagers nodded, seemingly understanding his request.


    But then, one of the girls suddenly pulled down her top, exposing her chest, and shyly gestured for Myrul to... well, *help himself*.


    "What the¡ª?! I don''t want *that* kind of drink! I''m thirsty, not horny! This is not the time for jokes!" Myrul thought, shaking his head vigorously to decline the offer.


    The villagers looked confused, clearly misunderstanding his signal.


    Luckily, He spotted some unopened coconuts near one of the houses. He walked over to one of the warriors, gesturing to borrow their knife. The warriors immediately tensed up, ready to fight, thinking Myrul was about to attack.


    "No, no, no! Calm down!" Myrul said, waving his hands frantically to show he meant no harm. He pointed to the coconuts, slowly picked one up, and used the knife to chop off the top. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    With a sigh of relief, he gulped down the fresh coconut water, quenching his thirst at last.


    "Ahhh!! I feel alive right now!"


    The villagers, who had been watching intently, suddenly burst into applause, as if they had just witnessed something extraordinary.


    One of the kids, curious and excited, ran up to he gesturing that she wanted to try the coconut water too. Myrul smiled, picked up another coconut, cut off the top, and handed it to her.


    "Here, try this. Drink it slowly,"he said, though he knew she couldn''t understand his words.


    The kid eagerly took the coconut and started drinking. At first, she sipped slowly, but as the sweet, refreshing liquid hit her tongue, she began gulping it down faster and faster, as if she hadn''t had a proper drink in days.


    Her face lit up with joy, but some of the coconut water spilled down her chin and onto her clothes. Myrul chuckled and helped her hold the coconut steady, guiding her to drink more slowly.


    "Ahhh!" the kid sighed happily, her thirst finally quenched.


    Unbeknownst to Myrul, the entire village had gathered around, watching with wide eyes. One by one, they began gesturing that they wanted to try the coconut water too. Before he knew it, he had become the village''s unofficial coconut water vendor, cutting open coconuts and handing them out to everyone.


    Amid the chaos, one of the female village approached him, holding a bundle of furry clothing. She handed it to him shyly, avoiding eye contact.


    "Oh, sh¡ªt... did I just do all of that while *naked*?!"He realized, his face turning red with embarrassment.


    After the exhausting task of preparing coconut water for everyone, Myrul sat down, watching the smiles on the villagers'' faces. "Sometimes, it''s the small things that bring happiness to people. It''s worth it,"he thought, feeling a sense of fulfillment.


    But as he observed the village more closely, he couldn''t help but notice how shabby and rundown it was. The men in the village seemed weak and frail, as if the world had turned upside down. The women, on the other hand, were strong and muscular, clearly the dominant force in this society.


    "This is weird... it''s like the roles are completely reversed here. Women are the strong ones, and the men are... well, not,"Myrul mused, his mind racing with questions about this strange world.


    His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed one of the female warriors flexing her muscles nearby. Myrul''s imagination suddenly ran wild, and he began picturing a scenario where *he* was the one being overpowered in a... compromising situation.


    "That''s damn scary! I hope the women in this village aren''t as... *sex driven* as men usually are in my world,"he thought, shuddering at the mental image.


    The chief suddenly approached Myrul, gesturing toward an empty hut nearby. The hut was simple, with a roof made of dried leaves and walls constructed from wooden planks. There was no door, just an open entrance.


    The chief walked inside, lay down on the floor, and closed his eyes as if demonstrating something. After a moment, he got up and left the hut without saying a word.


    Myrul stood there, confused. "What is he trying to tell me? Is this... my place to sleep? Why couldn''t he just point with his hand or something? Ugh, whatever. At least I have a place to rest now," he thought, too tired to argue.


    Exhausted from the day''s events, Myrul entered the hut. The floor was covered with dry leaves, making a makeshift bed. Without hesitation, he lay down and closed his eyes.


    "This isn''t exactly a five-star hotel, but it''ll do," he muttered, his body finally relaxing.


    Within moments, Myrul was fast asleep, the rustling of the leaves and the distant sounds of the village lulling him into a deep slumber.

 The Jungle

    After 4-5 hours of deep sleep, Myrul was abruptly awakened by the buzzing of mosquitoes near his ear. The constant noise made it impossible for him to rest comfortably.


    Just as one mosquito landed on his cheek¡ª


    Pang!!


    Someone slapped his face hard, jolting him awake like an undertaker rising from the grave.


    "What the¡ª?! Who just slapped me?!" He shouted, sitting up and rubbing his stinging cheek.


    One of the warrior girls was sitting beside him, her sharp eyes glaring at him while her hands were busy swatting away mosquitoes.


    Despite the pain, Myrul couldn''t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "She actually looks kind of cute doing that," he thought, noticing how focused she was on protecting him from the pesky insects.


    But then he saw how red her eyes were, clearly exhausted from lack of sleep. Myrul gestured to her, using hand signals to suggest that she should rest and that he would take over mosquito duty for now.


    To his surprise, she understood his gestures almost immediately. Without a word, she lay down and fell asleep in seconds.


    "Wow, the girls in this world are really something else. They''re tough as nails but can pass out in an instant," Myrul thought, shaking his head in amusement.


    Curious about the village, he decided to take a walk outside. He pushed aside the leaves covering the hut''s entrance and stepped out into the night.


    The starlight illuminating the village was breathtakingly beautiful, casting a soft glow over the quiet surroundings. As he walked, he noticed that most of the women in the village were awake, keeping watch over their partners who were sleeping peacefully.


    But then, his peaceful stroll was interrupted by a sound he hadn''t expected to hear.


    "Ahhh-ahh-ahhhh!"


    It was the unmistakable sound of someone having sex. But what made Myrul stop in his tracks was the realization that the voice was distinctly male.


    "What the... bullshit is this?!" Myrul muttered, his face twisting in a mix of confusion and disbelief. "This world just keeps getting weirder and weirder."


    Myrul couldn''t bear to watch the bizarre scene unfolding in the village. "I can''t handle this. It''s making me lose my appetite," he muttered, turning away and walking toward a nearby waterfall.


    The water was crystal clear, flowing down from the mountains. "This must be mineral water. I need a drink," he thought, cupping his hands to scoop up some water and taking a refreshing sip. "Ah, finally, something pure and clean."A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    But his stomach growled loudly, reminding him of how hungry he was. "I can''t eat what they eat here¡ªit''s all raw. My stomach isn''t used to that kind of food. I''ll probably get food poisoning," he thought, sighing in frustration.


    As he wandered further, he noticed a man sitting by the edge of the cliff. Unlike the other villagers, this man was dressed in finer clothing and looked relatively normal. He was casually dangling his feet over the edge, seemingly lost in thought.


    "Maybe I can try communicating with him," Myrul approaching the man cautiously.


    "Err... hello?" Myrul greeted, using hand gestures since he still couldn''t understand the local language.


    The man smiled at me, as if he already knew me couldn''t understand him. He gestured for me to sit down, and i obliged, sitting across from him.


    The man then placed his hand on my mouth and began chanting something¡ªa spell, perhaps. A glowing circle appeared on his hand, radiating magical energy. The circle slowly floated toward Myrul''s head and disappeared into his brain, sending a spark through his mind.


    For a moment, me froze, feeling a strange sensation.


    "Hello, now you can talk and understand our language, right?" the magician asked, his voice clear and understandable.


    Myrul''s eyes sparkled with excitement. "Finally! I can understand you! Thank you!" he exclaimed, grabbing the magician''s hands in gratitude.


    The magician smiled warmly and patted Myrul''s hands. "Don''t worry, baby," he said in a soft, almost flirtatious tone.


    Myrul''s face immediately twisted in disgust. "Oh, right... I forgot. In this world, the men are... uh, softer. I''m not used to this kind of talk," pulling his hands away awkwardly.


    The magician, seemingly unfazed, asked, "So, where do you come from?"


    "Nah, I come from... really far away,"Myrul said vaguely, not wanting to reveal that he wasn''t from this world at all.


    Fyr, the magician, raised an eyebrow but didn''t press further. "Is that so? It''s something you can''t tell me, right? Anyway, my name is Fyr. I''m not from this village either. I come from the Wisdia Continent," he explained.


    Fyr went on to describe the world''s geography. The map, he said, was circular, with five continents arranged around a central jungle known as *The Great Jungle*. This jungle acted as a natural barrier, separating the five continents from one another.


    "The five continents are:


    1. Wisdia ¨C Mostly inhabited by magicians and humans.


    2. Kurtfea ¨C Home to swordsmen and aura users, also humans.


    3. Resurea ¨C The land of the Beastfolk.


    4. Terdceq ¨C A realm of Elves and Ice Elves.


    5. Huerd ¨C The domain of Demons.


    And here we are, in *The Great Jungle*, the heart of it all, connecting these five continents," Fyr concluded, gesturing dramatically as if presenting a grand map in the air.


    "But why are you here, Fyr? Shouldn''t you be in Wisdia right now?" Myrul asked, curious about the magician''s presence in such a remote and dangerous place.


    Fyr sighed, his expression turning serious. "That''s a good question. I''m one of the rebels fighting against the kingdom in my own continent. Anyone who''s exiled or cast out from their continent ends up here in this jungle. Most don''t survive because the monsters here are incredibly powerful."


    He paused, his gaze distant, as if recalling painful memories. "Luckily, I was saved by the leader of the rebellion here in the jungle. He had been leading us for a long time, but... he was killed by a commander from his own country. Now, our group is growing weaker. We don''t have a leader strong enough to unite everyone in the jungle. So, for now, our only task is to protect the village from the dangerous monsters roaming this place."

 Campfire

    That story was intense... but hell no, I''m not going to die as a rebel. I need to find a way to get out of here," Myrul thought to himself, already plotting his escape.


    As the night grew darker, Myrul realized it was time to head back to the village. "Erhh, it''s already late. I should go back," he said, standing up.


    Fyr grabbed his hand. "Let''s go back together. I live there too," he said with a smile.


    Myrul was surprised. "Wait, I didn''t see anyone dressed normally during the day. Maybe they were out hunting or something,"he thought, following Fyr back to the village.


    "This is my house. It''s not far from yours¡ªright over there. But don''t walk alone at night. Someone might... you know, *rape* you. But don''t worry, the girl staying with you is the strongest in this village. She''ll take care of you. Bye-bye!"** Fyr said with a wave.


    Myrul waved back,he made his way to his hut. The path was pitch black, and the only light came from the occasional bonfire, which could only be lit by those with fire attributes.


    "If it''s winter, this would be a huge problem,"


    As he walked, the eerie hoot of an owl echoed from the trees. Myrul, who was already scared of anything remotely spooky, broke into a sprint, rushing into his hut .


    Myrul sat on the pile of leaves that served as a makeshift bed, looking around the small, fragile hut. "Is this how they''ve been living all this time? How strong are these people to survive with such limited food, harsh weather, and a difficult environment?" he wondered, his heart heavy with sympathy.


    His gaze fell on the girl sleeping soundly nearby. Her body was covered in scars and wounds, many of which weren''t properly treated or bandaged. She had been sleeping facing the wall but suddenly turned toward him in her sleep. Myrul felt a twinge of embarrassment as she now faced him, but his feelings of pity outweighed any awkwardness.


    "At least if I can''t help the entire village, maybe I can start by helping her," he thought.


    Noticing that she looked cold without any proper clothing, Myrul took off his furry shirt and gently draped it over her as a blanket.


    He then stepped outside, searching for materials to make a fire. Near the waterfall, he found sharp stones, pieces of metal, and dry wood. He also gathered some dried coconut husks, which were perfect for kindling. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Back at the hut, Myrul arranged the stones into a circle and placed the dry wood and coconut husks inside. Holding a stone and a piece of metal, he struck them together repeatedly until a spark finally ignited the husks. The fire slowly came to life, and He carefully shielded it with his hands to protect it from the wind.


    As the fire grew larger, the air around the hut became warmer and more comfortable. "Ah, if only I had some coffee, this would be the best moment ever," Myrul thought, sitting down and staring into the flames.


    For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of calm. "People in my era can''t live without their phones, but at least here, I can do something meaningful," he reflected, appreciating the simplicity of the moment.


    When he turned around to check on the girl, he was surprised to see her already sitting up, watching the fire with sleepy, half-closed eyes. Her tired expression softened as she felt the warmth of the flames, and a small smile crept onto her face.


    Myrul couldn''t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. "With just a small effort, I can make her happy. All the work to start this fire feels worth it now," he thought.


    He gestured for her to come closer. "Come here. I can speak your language now. You understand, right?"


    She nodded and sat down beside him, her eyes still fixed on the fire.


    Myrul gently guided her to stretch her hands toward the flames, letting her feel the warmth. "See? This is how you can stay warm on cold nights," he said, his voice soft and encouraging.


    "It... warm," she said in a soft, cute voice, her hands still hovering over the fire.


    "Yeah, it is. Hey, do you have any leftover meat? I''ll show you how to make BBQ. Hehehe, this is the perfect time to fill my hungry stomach," Myrul said, grinning.


    Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she quickly ran off to fetch some meat. Since the village didn''t have freezers, meat couldn''t be stored for long, so it was usually consumed quickly.


    Luckily, that night, someone had just returned from a hunt, and there was some leftover meat. She quietly grabbed two pieces and brought them back to Myrul.


    "Okay, give me the meat," Myrul taking it from her. "We''ll split one piece in half, and the other one we''ll cut into small chunks to eat with sticks."


    He asked her for a knife, and she handed him one from her pocket. Myrul then guided her closer, showing her how to cut the meat properly.


    Next, he placed a flat, elongated stone on top of the campfire. "Now, we''ll let this heat up first. If we use this stone, the meat won''t stick, and the fat from the meat will act as oil," he explained.


    After a while, Myrul placed the meat on the hot stone. The sizzling sound of the juicy meat made their mouths water.


    A few minutes later, Myrul handed the girl a thin slice of cooked meat. "Here, try this. The small pieces cook faster and don''t need resting time to let the juices settle,"


    The girl took a bite and her eyes widened. "Eeeeemmm... so delicious! I want more!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.


    He laughed heartily. "Hahahaha, it''s good, right? Wait, I''ll give you another one."


    As he handed her another piece, he decided it was the perfect time to ask her name. "What''s your name?" he asked casually while feeding her.


    The girl replied, "Euuwkcnndjeuw."


    Myrul blinked, unsure if he heard correctly. "Uh... what?"


    She repeated, "Euuwkcnndjeuw."


    Myrul''s face suddenly changed, "Uh... okay, that''s... unique," he said, trying not to make weird face .