Chapter 441: Reincarnation Commission, The Third Loop That Ended Abruptly

Broly arrived at Kule Town, sold Monster Materials to obtain some initial Funds, told the other party about Nataea's older brother wanting to kill her, and ignoring the cross-dressing Noble Young Lady's bewildered Expression, went to the Inn next door and booked a Room.

"Whether you believe it or not is your business. As for evidence, I have none. How about you tell me a method to quickly gain your trust? If there is a Next Time, I'll come tell you again. Or else next time I just won't care about you anymore, I'll directly Detour past This Side, and let you accept the fate of being sold as a Slave, Miss Natasha Elliot?"

Broly stood at the Front Door. Outside was the beautiful youth who had followed. Upon the address of 'Young Lady', one could clearly see Nataea's Pupils Shrink.

"Very well, Broli-sama. For now, I shall thank you for your kind Reminder. I will Pay Attention to upcoming matters. Hmm, and if you truly are traveling within a repeating segment of time, I hope you can tell me in every repeated time."

As Nataea spoke, she fished out the Money Bag from her pocket and handed it to the boy at the Front Door.

"What Is This supposed to mean?"

Broly looked at her, somewhat Confused.

"You came to tell me Thrice in a row just because I bought you a Meal. I feel I cannot let you run for nothing a Fourth, Fifth, or even Many Times more. So, this time I'm giving you the reward in Advance."

"Ten King Dragon Gold Coins. Aren't you afraid I'm Deceiving you?"

"To be deceived by a King-level Powerhouse who Hunts S-rank Magic Beasts — I think that would be my honor."

"Alright. If there's a Next Time and I come again, I'll still tell you this matter."

Broly nodded, accepting this Reincarnation Commission.

"However, if there is a Next Time, how should I make you Immediately believe me?"

He Proposed another question.

"If there is a Next Time, you can, like this time, sell Monster Materials to our Elliot Merchant Group, then Propose a private talk with me, and tell me:"

"When you were Five Years Old, because you broke Father's favorite porcelain, you hid in the room's cupboard for an entire night. Afterwards, your Father wasn't Angry, but instead Worriedly searched for you all night. When he finally found you, he spoke the gentlest words: 'Nataea, Compared To the porcelain you broke, you are my true treasure.'"

"Uh, that would make you believe me?"

"Of Course. That was the First Time I felt the love of that man named Father who was never home. And afterwards, my Father learned I feared him because I was unfamiliar with him, so he Proposed taking me along to Caravan Trade..."

A nostalgic look surfaced on the beautiful youth's face.

"Alright, I'm going to sleep. I've accepted your Commission. If there's a Next Time and you come again, I'll definitely tell the next me."

Broly Closed the door.

"Young Lady, do you truly believe that person's words, thinking the Eldest Young Master would actually Poison the Master and make a move on you?"

After Nataea went downstairs, the old man following her finally inquired.

"My older brother is a silkpants, but he's also someone easily used by others. Others using him to do that kind of thing — I don't find it Unexpected."

"As for believing that person's words — a King-level Powerhouse at minimum — why wouldn't I Attempt to believe?"

"Even If it's not true, my loss is merely ten King Dragon Gold Coins."

"Grandpa Delinuo, please Prepare. We may need to hurry back to the Territory ahead of schedule to Investigate some matters."

On the other side, Broly lay On Bed and fell asleep quickly. But upon waking the Second Day, forget a Death God seeking him out — he hadn't even had a Dream.

"Could it be that one must sleep in a specific Place to be found by a Death God?"

Broly Speculated, and just then someone beside him greeted him.

"Good Morning, Broli-sama."

"Mm, Good Morning, Nataea."

"Might I have the honor of treating you to Breakfast?"

Broly hadn't Expected such a Good Thing, and Agreed.

"Just now I saw you frowning deeply. Did you encounter something Troublesome?"

"Not really Troublesome. It's just that I have a friend. In the previous time we met, but in the subsequent times, I keep failing to meet him."

"I see. Then, in the times you didn't meet him, did you do anything different from the times you did meet him?"

Nataea inquired.

"Because I was in a hurry, I didn't follow the original trajectory."

"That's not Strange. You found me because my Merchant Group is currently right Here purchasing Goods. But your friend — if there's nothing they must do at the place where you met them — then, Broli-sama, not meeting them is normal."

"Then how can I meet him again?"

Broly Inquired of the Noble Young Lady before him.

"If there is a Next Time, you can replicate all the actions from when you met him."

Broly nodded, feeling the other party made sense.

"Then, Broli-sama, if there is an Opportunity, let us meet again."

After finishing Breakfast, Nataea paid the Bill and said to the boy.

"Where are you going?"

Broly watched the beautiful youth carrying Luggage and couldn't help but ask.

"I must hurry back to Confirm my Father's Safety."

"Mm, need help?"

Broly asked.

"No need. If what you told me yesterday is true, then this is our Elliot Family's private affair."

The Noble Girl disguised as a beautiful youth traveled light and Mounted, with five Loyal Merchant Caravan guards by her side.

Broly stood at the Inn's Front Door, watching her ride away on a jujube-red steed.

The deserted Death God Restaurant welcomed a rare Customer today.

"Welcome. What would you like to order?"

Randolph, using his terrifying skeletal form, attempted an Enthusiastic posture to welcome the strange new patron.

"Give me your Signature Dish here. But please clean the Earthworm's glands thoroughly. Also, bring me two cups of Summer Juice."

"Are you a Customer from the Magic Continent side?"

"Actually, I'm preparing to head to the Magic Continent, after touring the Miris Holy Kingdom and the Great Forest region."

The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen, and Randolph stopped chatting.

Not long after, he brought the dishes out.

Just as Randolph was preparing to introduce his shop's signature dish, Broly cut in ahead of time and spoke up.

"Customer, have you ever eaten my cooking at another place?"

"No, I've only eaten your cooking here."

"But in my memory, I feel like I've never served a customer like you."

"Do you believe time can flow backwards?"

"I don't know, because I've never seen it."

Randolph did not rashly judge.

"Now you have. I'm Broly, a regular at your restaurant, and we count as friends."

"Customer, even my friends have to pay when they eat here."

Randolph reminded him.

"Of course."

Broly put the money bag on the table, showing he wasn't just being friendly to get a free meal.

"As a friend not yet acquainted, Randolph, are you willing to listen to some of my advice?"

After finishing the not-so-tasty Magic Continent signature set meal, Broly asked.

"What advice?"

Randolph, who had already taken the money the boy handed over, asked curiously.

"Increase the variety of dishes at this restaurant, hire some chefs who can make other normal dishes to be head chefs for those dishes."

"Pardon my bluntness, but this is my restaurant."

"But it's in a state of losing money every month, isn't it?

And there's a man named Shagal who keeps coming to persuade you to close up shop.

Join his army and put your talent as a Death God to use, isn't that right?"

"Who exactly are you?"

"I said, I'm Broly, a Saiyan who became a good friend of yours in the future of this world, only this world's time was turned back, and you don't know me now."

"Broly, I'll call you that for now, but your story is hard for me to believe."

"That's true."

Time being turned back and stranded time increasing is a good thing, but the situation where friends and acquaintances from the previous loop completely forgot him troubled Broly somewhat.

"But I bear you no malice. I know you like being a chef, and you don't want your family's restaurant, passed down through generations, to go under due to poor management, right?"

"You're here to help me?"

"Obvious."

Randolph looked into Broly's eyes; he saw no deceit in them, only purity and sincerity.

"Alright, then how do you plan to help me?"

Randolph cleared the tableware, topped up the juice in the boy's cup, and sat opposite to ask.

"First, you need to spend 8 silver coins a month to hire a chef named Warren Leike. He's a Royal Chef of the Wanglong Kingdom; his roast chicken and grilled fish skills are excellent. Second, you need to go to the Adventurer's Guild and hire some front desk ladies as waitresses..."

"You think my restaurant needs waitresses?"

Randolph glanced back at his own deserted restaurant and asked.

"Not needed right now, but when Chef Warren comes to work here, business will get very good, and you'll be very busy then. Last time I helped out here, the few of us could barely keep up!"

"That's something very worth looking forward to. What else?"

"You'll also need some kitchen helpers. Also, this restaurant needs to consider expanding its floor space and changing its decor style.

Last time, before I returned to the starting point, you told me about this — wanting to make your restaurant more in line with the general public's aesthetic preferences."

"That'll cost a fair bit of money."

"If you don't have enough, I can lend you some."

Broly put the money bag on the table.

"Not needed. I have enough money. Just one last thing — why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to help me?"

"You're my friend. Helping a friend — does that need a reason?"

Broly countered.

"I'm Randolph. Although I'm not familiar with you, if this restaurant's business improves, I'll definitely be very grateful to you."

"It'll definitely improve. I'll wait for you to treat me to a meal."

Third loop, Broly met Randolph again. After the Death God Restaurant was renovated and the staff from the previous loop were gathered to reopen, it quickly achieved the same success as the previous loop.

"Chef Warren tricked us. His actual monthly salary isn't as much as four silver coins."

"But his skill is genuinely good. Eight silver coins to hire a chef this good — I think it's worth it.

Thank you, Broly. If I hadn't met you, my restaurant definitely wouldn't have been able to turn around."

"No need to thank me. Just cook for me with care when I come by to eat in the future."

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah, I've already stayed here 5 days."

"Wait..."

"Berry Drink will do."

"Hm?"

"Last time you were preparing to send me some exclusive Magic Continent Seasoning, I refused, and this time is the same."

"Alright, thank you."

"Right, if a guy named Orsted comes looking for you this time too, wanting to know my news, you can directly tell him about my whereabouts."

"Is he your acquaintance?"

"Counts as one."

After Broly finished explaining, he left.

"Orsted……"

Randolph, after he left, murmured this name.

"Do you know Broly?"

Suddenly, Randolph recalled a terrifying guy he had encountered long ago, who asked him a strange question.

"Don't know him."

And after receiving his own negative answer, the other party left somewhat disappointedly.

"So the Dragon God I once met was searching for you."

Realizing this, Randolph stood at the shop front door, looking at the lively street where the boy's figure had long since disappeared.

Suddenly, he believed Broly's words, that they were previously acquainted friends.

Third loop, late January of Year 408 of the Dragon Calendar, Broly, no longer wanted by the Miris Holy Kingdom, quite smoothly used a Find Person Commission to settle some cities the Miris Holy Kingdom couldn't handle last loop, and took a look at the people in those cities willing to come collect money.

Just as Broly was sailing down the Nicolaus River, checking the towns and villages along the riverbanks while heading toward the Blue Dragon Mountain Range in the northeast of the Miris Continent, the Death God Restaurant once again received the silver-haired Orsted.

This time Randolph directly told him the information regarding Broly's whereabouts; after learning of it, Orsted immediately found a Transfer Teleportation Array near the Wanglong Kingdom Capital and teleported himself into an Ancient Ruins inside the Great Forest of the Miris Continent.

On the territory of the Pallum and the Mine Pit Tribe, having failed to hear any trace of Broly's name, Orsted headed for the Blue Dragon Mountain Range.

As luck would have it, Broly also arrived here, and they just happened to run into each other.

Early February of Year 408 of the Dragon Calendar, when the Stay Duration (2) still had more than half remaining, Broly encountered Orsted once again, right at the entrance of the Blue Dragon Mountain Range.

And this time, Orsted didn't use any wide-range attack tricks; merely upon seeing Broly, without a word he brandished the God Knife and charged up, seemingly intending to leverage the weapon's advantage to slash this Human God Apostle to death.

"Can we talk?"

Broly asked while dodging Sensei's next slash.

【Want to beg for mercy?】

Orsted thought.

"I have nothing to talk about with a Human God Apostle."

The next moment, he refused to talk.

In his view, relying on the God Knife in hand, he had already driven the original strong enemy into a dead end.

"Hmm, alright."

Broly was a bit helpless; this person simply couldn't be communicated with.

Dodging a slash sideways once more, Broly's small hand aimed at Orsted.

In the Dragon God's widened eyes, with a single plain and unadorned Energy Bullet, this encounter battle ended.

And also ended along with it was the remaining time of the third loop.

(Chapter End)