Lord Of Doom!Reincarnated Into a Novel as the Strongest Side Character-Chapter 46: Livas Granter!?

Reikishi and Sensei praised from behind as Sakura stood up from the ground, turning to face Gojin and Kenji. The three of them paused, Sakura’s pain diminishing rapidly, though their hunger still remained.

"So, you’ve mastered the second river technique. With this new development, I suppose you’ll need to pause your training. Sakura, you possess impressive martial arts skills," Sensei remarked, hands clasped behind him.

Reikishi’s gaze remained fixed on Gojin and Kenji.

These two are gods. Kurozai, residing within Kenji is just an extra point to his potential. Meanwhile, Gojin is just indescribable. - Reikishi thought to himself.

Sensei continued, a smile spreading across his face:

"Let’s head back so you can refuel before I explain your next task."

The three exchanged glances as a grin crept onto their faces.

"Of course!"

Gojin exclaimed, dramatically striding toward Reikishi and Sensei, who then vanished.

Sakura and Kenji rushed to Gojin’s side as he teleported them, effortlessly whisking them away without needing to make physical contact

Upon arriving at Sensei’s abode, Reikishi was surprisingly absent. He had come only to evaluate the progress of the three. On a long wooden table lay an array of ancient delicacies—long rolls of various foods that filled the entire surface, with two chairs on one side and another at the opposite end.

The table was layed with:

Katsuobushi: Dried, fermented, and smoked bonito fish, finely shaved into delicate flakes that danced with the slightest breeze.

Narezushi: Fermented sushi made with rice and fish, its pungent aroma was worth dieing for, with the fish preserved within layers of rice.

Kakuni: Braised pork belly, slow-cooked until tender, glistening with a savory glaze and garnished with green onions.

Yaki Imo: Roasted sweet potatoes, their skins were charred and crisp, with a sweet, creamy interior that melted in the mouth.

Miso Soup: A traditional broth made from fermented soybean paste, filled with seaweed and tofu, served in wooden bowls.

The three stared in awe, their stomachs rumbling audibly as they almost drooled at the sight of the feast. These dishes had been specially prepared for them by chefs from Kurama Village earlier that afternoon. Sensei had anticipated that they would grasp the essence of the technique that same day, so he had prepared the meal and informed Reikishi.

"Dig in..."

Before Sensei could finish his sentence, the three of them had already taken their seats—Kenji and Gojin on one side, with Sakura on the opposite—eagerly munching on the food, which surprisingly melded seamlessly with their tongues.

Gojin confirmed what he had read: ancient foods were indeed superior to modern ones—ten times greater, in fact.

"So fast,"

Sensei remarked, stepping from the first floor to the next, returning to the task he had been engaged in before.

Within twenty-five minutes, Gojin had finished his portion but still felt a pang of hunger as he watched the other two slowly savor their meals.

Frustrated, Gojin shouted:

"Darn, eat faster!"

He stormed out, leaving Kenji and Sakura staring at him in confusion, mouths full. They exchanged glances, shrugged with a muffled "mm," and returned to their feasting.

Stepping outside the abode with his arms crossed, Gojin took in the serene scenery. The quiet was punctuated by loud snores emanating from various huts belonging to the exorcists and soul reapers. How could they snore so loudly?

The second-year huts were situated at the edge of the hidden village, near the infirmary, occupying a special area designated just for them. The three of them were supposed to remain in Sensei’s abode until their training was complete, but now it seemed they had other matters to attend to, and training would have to be paused.

"I have to check out that store," Gojin muttered under his breath.

Livas’s slave announced in a low voice:

[Store’s door is now open!]

In an instant, Gojin found himself inside the Doom Space. This time, holographic shelves began to materialize around him, each layer adorned with shimmering orbs.

First Shelf: Orbs containing various healing potions, glowing in shades of blue and green.

Second Shelf: Orbs filled with elemental orbs—fire, water, wind, and earth—each pulsating with its own energy.

Third Shelf: Orbs featuring ancient scrolls, their surfaces etched with mystical runes, promising knowledge of forgotten techniques. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Fourth shelf: He hadn’t checked it out.

They were numerous shelves scattered along the Doom space.

"This looks like a real store," Gojin mused, impressed.

"I thought it would just bring up a single screen. I kind of like this better."

A shopping basket materialized in his hand, completing the shopping experience. The shelves stretched infinitely in all directions, placing him at the center of a vast marketplace.

"Okay, let’s get shopping."

A tab appeared in front of him, displaying his DMs.

He said, grinning:

"Okay."

He approached the first shelf, whistling K-pop songs as he walked, singing the rhythm of "Typa Girl" by Blackpink:

"I’m the type of girl that you wanna take home,

Type of girl that you wanna take home,

I’m the type of girl that you wanna take home..."

He felt the beat resonate within him, energizing his spirit as he picked up the first orb.

"I’m the type of girl that you wanna wake up,

Type of girl that you wanna wake up,

I’m the type of girl that you wanna wake up..."

In both the real world and this one, K-pop existed, and he had always been a fan, even before his reincarnation. The catchy melody made the shopping experience feel even more exciting.

"I’m the type of girl that’s all about the fun,

Type of girl that’s all about the fun,

I’m the type of girl that’s all about the fun..."

Gojin laughed to himself, enjoying the moment as he picked up the first orb, a holographic label hovering above it, displaying the price and its contents.

He spotted various tools, armor, and techniques, along with a few irrelevant items. He moved on to the next stall, where he found healing potions.

Weird to see those here. - He thought.

"1000 DMs. Not bad for just one bottle."

He dropped the potion and continued deeper into the market, whistling as he approached another shelf stacked with historical writings.

"Tsk."

"Who buys history texts that you can read for free anywhere? What a waste of space."

He sighed and walked away from it.

As he arrived at the next stall, one item caught his attention, but what he saw on the label was...

.....Silence crept in for a moment.

He stammered, struggling to find the right words:

"Livas Granter! It can grant others something akin to Livas’s slave... whattttttt?!"

Is this even possible?