Reincarnated as a Novel's Villain: Creator of Curses and Blessings-Chapter 47: A gay?

’’Sigh.’’ Hector glanced around in boredom while trying to keep up with the carriage from behind.

He would be dragged occasionally along by the carriage, the chain linking his handcuffs to its rear tugging hard at his wrists.

It was bad. They had already been on the road for five hours since leaving the slave bazaar. From what he’d overheard in the nobles’ discussion, it would still take at least half a day to reach the nearest metropolis.

Limping forward, Hector controlled his breathing, saving as much energy as he could for the road ahead.

However, once his mana was sealed, he couldn’t resist the strange sensation creeping over him... Well, he knew it all too well.

The feeling of powerlessness.

His vision began to blur. His breathing grew ragged.

’’Damnation.’’

At that moment, he thought of the players in this game.

(I wonder if they’ll get a better vessel... No, I’m certain their vessel will be better than mine.)

After a while, the carriage slowed and finally came to a stop.

Breathless, Hector glanced at it wearily, sweat soaking through his dirty, ragged clothes.

He lifted his head and looked at the sky—only darkness remained. The sun had clearly gone down. Continuing the journey through a gloomy forest at this hour wouldn’t be a good choice.

If the nobles were smart, they would rest here and make camp.

’’Time passed so fast I didn’t even notice it.’’ he muttered, rubbing his aching knees after the long march.

Ten minutes later, they began setting up camp.

When he saw one of the nobles’ underlings cooking, he instantly remembered one of his curses.

[The Hands of the Killer Chef] {Please read Chapter 21; I’ve added more information there.}

Hector quickly ran over and spoke, his voice filled with sincerity and honesty.

’’Sir... may I help you? I’m good at cooking.’’

The tall man scowled in irritation.

’’Get lost!’’

But a voice rang out from behind them.

’’Wait. Let him cook.’’

Both the tall man and Hector turned at once. They flinched and bowed their heads when they saw the fat noble.

’’Sir... but if he’s a slave... he might not cook properly,’’ the tall man said carefully, hoping his master would accept his advice.

The fat noble merely smirked. His twisted, almost psychotic expression flickered as his gaze moved between the tall man and Hector. Especially Hector—he looked at him as if he were a top-tier dish, sending a chill down Hector’s spine.

’’There’s no need to worry. If he fails to please me with a meal, then he can please me in bed tonight.’’

Hector barely managed to suppress the murderous intent surging toward the fat noble. Right now, he truly wanted to chop this fucking pig to pieces.

He nodded and smiled.

’’Certainly, I’ll pleasure you both.’’

The fat noble nodded in satisfaction before leaving.

Just like that, Hector began to cook. In truth, he wasn’t too worried about the fat noble and his underlings—except for one.

The middle-aged underling sitting on a nearby rock. His face carried the air of a veteran warrior, and with seven green mana cores, he was clearly powerful.

Even if Hector were free, he wasn’t sure he could win against him.

But overthinking wouldn’t help right now.

At the very least, he needed to get the key from that fat noble before worrying about anything else.

Thirty minutes later.

When everyone finally finished the meal he had cooked, Hector relaxed a little.

Now, this was his game.

The moment they activated their mana, the poison would do its work.

The fat noble licked his lips while staring at Hector’s handsome face. After savoring the meal, he stood up eagerly.

His gaze shifted toward the nearby bushes—a secluded spot meant for his "enjoyment" with Hector. Then he said,

’’Come with me, slave. I have a gift for you.’’

The fat noble’s underlings cast Hector sympathetic, pitiful looks. Meanwhile, Hector only shrugged slightly.

"As you wish, sir."

Pretty soon, they arrived at a good place.

"A good place for our night." The fat noble nodded as he assessed the surroundings.

He slowly took off his clothes, revealing his naked, fat body.

The moonlight shone on him, making everything even clearer for the fat noble. The rolls of fat appeared right before Hector’s eyes.

Even the hair on that fucking pig was painfully clear.

For Hector, the scene was torturing his eyesight. It felt like watching something disgusting on the deep web—enough to make him want to vomit.

"Suck it," the fat noble said.

Hector sighed. He couldn’t endure it for even a second.

"Yeah... I really have to kill you."

The fat noble frowned at Hector’s sudden change in attitude, then snorted.

"Don’t make me say it twice."

The moment he tried to use mana, his body jolted with pain. He clutched his belly, stammering as he dropped to his knees.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

His whole body trembled in agony. With a twisted face, he muttered in disbelief,

"W-What the fuck?"

Hector quickly unlocked his handcuffs after snatching the key from the fat noble’s neck.

"Finally."

He let out a breath as he felt his mana flowing through his body again.

"If only you were a pretty girl... this might’ve been the best dream for me. How unlucky."

Hector turned away and coldly gave the command to his summon.

"Aharok, devour him. For the filthy thing he tried to do to me."

Creak.

Creak.

Creak.

Space cracked apart, and the fat noble desperately tried to grab onto anything to pull himself up, but it was useless.

The fat, stupid noble quickly was dragged screaming into the hole.

"N-Noooo!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The screams mixed with sobbing, echoing through the forest. The sound of flesh and bones being crushed rang out, making the nearby animals shiver in fear.

It sent a signal of disaster through the forest—and to the place where the nobles were still gathered.

Hector clenched his teeth as he slowly headed back to the camp.

"I’m in a really bad mood."