"Trash, you're still alive?" the fat beast tamer said, stepping harshly on Ruben's stomach. "You should have died. Look at you, just a waste and nothing more. There's nothing you bring to the table in the beast kingdom. All you are is a pretty face."
Yes, the original owner had also been a pretty face with no power, one of the reasons he was bullied.
"Hey, bro, let's talk this out. And ladies, there's no need for violence, okay?"
Ruben flashed the fat beast tamer a smile, then glanced at his female companions.
His actions provoked the fat beast tamer, earning him a hard kick to the gut that sent him flying over to the rock, his back slamming against it.
Why was this fat guy so powerful?
Ruben coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest aching from the impact. The pain that hit him made him understand why the fat guy was so powerful.
In this land, when someone tames a beast, they inherit its attributes, and the fat guy standing before him had already contracted a beast.
Ruben wondered what kind of beast the man had contracted with to make his kick feel like a mountain crashing into his flesh and crushing his bones. It was pure luck he was still alive and could even endure it.
No one knew what kind of great body the original owner had, and yet they still called him trash.
Was he really trash?
The fatty saw Ruben gasping in pain, unaware of what was going through his mind. He took the moment to summon his beast, a creature that looked like a rocky turtle, and sent it toward Ruben.
Ruben, seeing the hideous monster, a creature resembling a turtle but not quite, charging at him, rushed to get away.
His feet found their own strength, running for his life. It seemed they loved him very much.
Ruben ran, but the fat guy behind him was persistent.
He and his ugly turtle beast were just chasing him.
Ruben ran for his life, his eyes refusing to look back, his ears ignoring any sound of the enemy drawing closer. All he could think about was surviving.
Boom!
Boom!
The turtle hurled heavy rocks at him. Big rocks and more rocks came crashing toward him.
"Curse your beast. It is as ugly and fat as you are. Jealous meatball, are you envious of my pretty face? Come on, bring it. Is that all you have? You are just a pile of fat with that disgusting turtle for a beast!"
Ruben taunted the fat beast tamer, his feet not forgetting to run for his life. The fat beast tamer's face twisted in anger.
"Curse you. Just a pretty-faced trash. It is your whole family that's made of meat, your entire generation. I will make you suffer until death, stupid fool, and then I will rip out that tongue you use to insult me."
"Rocky turtle, attack this fool!"
The fat beast tamer ordered his beast, and Ruben panicked, increasing his pace.
"Is that all you've got?" Ruben panted, running. "So disgusting. You and your beast, thinking you can kill me with that ugly creature. Only a meatball like you would try something like that. Do your worst, you cursed meatball!"
Ruben gritted his teeth. If he was going to die in this isekai world, he wanted it to be at the hands of a beautiful lady or a stunning female beast, not this disgusting guy and his ugly beast.
The heavy Rocky turtle sounded close behind him, his heart racing. He should have controlled his mouth. He seemed to have provoked the fatty too much.
The endless desert stretched before him. Escape was all that mattered. In all his life, he had never run like this.
Was this how he was going to die?
"Pretty ladies, please, tell your man to save me, okay? I promise to take you out to a nice dinner after this. What do you say?"
Ruben winked toward the ladies in the tree, watching the chaos.
One had beautiful golden hair, and the other had blue curly locks.
They appeared to have been in the tree for a while, observing the fun.
The golden-haired beauty's gaze narrowed at Ruben from the tree. "You better watch out. The fat turtle is right behind you. When you have saved yourself, you can come flirt with us. You have a pretty face, so I might not reject you for that reason."
The blue-haired beauty also nodded with a playful smile on her well-shaped lips. "Daijoubu, pretty trash. I will go with my sister's words. Can you defeat that meatball? You might just earn that romantic dinner from us."
Ruben was gasping for breath, still running for his life. He had not meant to flirt with the ladies. He had been asking for help, but the ladies were talking as if they actually wanted to go out with him. A large rock from the Rocky turtle struck his back.
Ruben fell, gasping for air, blood filling his mouth. The laughter of the women in the tree echoed in his ears.
Was this how he was going to die?
The fat beast tamer stomped on Ruben's stomach, hard.
"Pretty trash. Here I am, me and my Rocky beast, working hard to take your life, and you have time to flirt with some women. What do you take me for?"
He delivered another kick to Ruben's stomach, making him gasp in pain.
Curse that fatty, Ruben thought.
He was not flirting with the ladies. He had thought he had found some saviors, but no, they were just women attracted to the original owner's face, even if he was trash.
"Get ready to die, pretty face. Who is laughing now, huh? I may be an ugly meatball, but you are just a pretty face that will only live on in memory. Rest in peace. I almost feel sorry for you." The fatty laughed mockingly, and Ruben's heart skipped a beat.
Was this the end and how he was meant to die?