Rebirth From Ordinary Person To The Strongest Chapter 113: Factory Tour: Part 2

After exorcising the giant monster manufacturing the strange powder in the abandoned factory, another monster—this ti resembling a salesman—suddenly appeared inside the factory.

It was sudden—so sudden it felt like it had used Castling Exchange.

"Huh…? Really not here? Even if you slack off, at least ti it better!"

The headless figure moved its hands as if scratching a non-existent head, then shouted.

"Ah, no. No, no. This is bad. If this keeps up, the clients are going to lose it. This is terrible."

The monster began pacing around the factory in circles, its movents reminiscent of a sales rep under pressure to et a quota.

Though, of course, it still didn't have a head—making it no less eerie than any other monster I'd encountered.

I thought about exorcising it right away, but the word client that it ntioned earlier piqued my curiosity.

According to the president's story, these monsters were sending out products using his company's na without permission. That was how people, finding it suspicious, contacted the company and exposed the situation.

But... who exactly are these clients?

As I tilted my head in thought, the headless monster suddenly turned toward .

"You there! You can see us, can't you!?"

"...!?"

I froze, startled that it had noticed .

"Do you know what happened to the big guy who was supposed to be here? We can't proceed with work without him."

"...Work?"

"Yes! Our company produces health supplents. Are you familiar with health products? Oh, I suppose you might not be at your age! But perhaps your grandparents drink yeast or green juice? Our company offers a seamless service—from manufacturing to delivery of such products."

The monster placed a hand on its chest and gave a polite bow.

Of all the monsters I had encountered, this one was unsettling in a unique way. Most monsters radiated an eerie presence, but this one was unsettling for entirely different reasons.

As I refined my magic using Elental Alchemy and prepared to exorcise it, I reconsidered—there were still so questions I needed to ask.

"Hey, are your clients human?"

"Of course! Our company's mission is 'To fulfill our custors' deepest desires.' We offer a wide range of products. Currently, our most popular product is Torimondor—a supplent that can restore the brilliance of youth and make you 70 years younger just by drinking it."

The monster pulled out what looked like a product catalog and began flipping through it as it talked. Not knowing what kind of magic might be at play, I ignored the catalog and continued questioning.

"What's the point of earning money if you're a monster?"

"Oh no, no! We would never engage in such dishonorable practices as taking the hard-earned money of our custors. We only take a tiny bit of their magic—just a little, that's all!"

"...Just a little?"

"Of course! Just a token amount."

At that point, I realized there was no point in pressing further—it would only go around in circles.

But there were still other things I wanted to know.

"I've got more questions."

"Ask away."

"How many custors have you sent your products to?"

"I'm sorry, but that's confidential. Our privacy policy forbids from disclosing that."

"...How many monsters are working at your company?"

"Two of us."

"Does that count the big guy from earlier?"

"Yes."

"I see."

That was enough for now. Just as I was about to exorcise it, another question occurred to , and I asked:

"By the way, have you heard about the recent increase in monster activity across Japan? Is your company involved in that?"

"No, no. That would be the work of the Actors."

"...Actors?"

"Oops, I've said too much."

The monster's body swayed back and forth as it spoke.

Then, from the space where its head should have been, a right hand sprouted.

The hand extended unnaturally, as if it were erging from a dark void.

"Pardon . I'll be taking your life now."

"Nope. Not happening."

I opened my hand, and from it erged pure-white fairies. Mischievous as always, they disappeared from my hand.

Monts later, they reappeared at the monster's feet and made its legs vanish.

"...What?"

Next, the monster's entire torso vanished, and its upper body collapsed to the ground like a fallen stack of blocks.

"I can't believe I tried to pitch a sales talk to an exorcist...!"

Balancing on the fingertips of its hand-like head, the monster launched itself into the air with a graceful leap.

"I've always wanted to try this...!!"

However, as soon as it jumped, the rest of its body vanished, carried off by the fairies to parts unknown.

All that remained of the monster were its legs, which quickly dissolved into black mist.

Once the monster was completely gone, I stepped inside the factory.

The sll of blood inside was far more overwhelming than it had seed from the window earlier.

Was it the tallic stench of iron? Or the raw odor of blood?

Whatever it was, it was nauseating.

Following the source of the stench, I found myself beneath the red vines hanging from the ceiling.

These were the sa vines that had borne the crimson buds.

I still didn't understand why a monster would grow buds that produce blood, but considering it was part of the monster, it wasn't surprising.

"So, I guess I'll have to exorcise these too..."

I muttered to myself as I looked up at the ceiling.

The red roots had spread densely across the entire ceiling.

What now?

Would a herbicide help? No, that's probably useless against monsters.

At a loss, I decided to try wrapping the vines in Guiding Threads: Silvate and using attribute transformation: fla to ignite them.

As soon as the flas touched the vines, they trembled violently as if in agony—and then dissolved into black mist.

Once I made sure the fire hadn't spread to the factory, I stepped outside.

…It was over far quicker than I'd expected.

I turned back to look at the factory, montarily stunned.

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I had been so nervous about my first job, but in the end, it wasn't all that different from what I'd done before.

Still, if I hadn't accepted this job, I would have continued being afraid of working alone—and never moved forward. I knew this for sure because I had made the sa mistake in my previous life.

That's why I was glad I had taken the job.

But I couldn't bask in the sense of accomplishnt for too long.

The word Actors, which the headless monster had ntioned, still nagged at .

I needed to ask Akane about it.

With that thought in mind, I left the site of my first job, feeling relieved that it had ended safely.