Demon Lord's Reincarnation

As time went by, we found ourselves on the same spot on the roof but instead of partaking in an amorous activity, we were either sipping on some coffee or just starting to fall asleep on the person they were leaning on. I did have to spend 15 minutes with Tatiana because interrupting her earlier was my fault for some reason, but honestly enough, we both enjoyed our time.

But yeah, it didn't take long before Kaley, Quinn, and Alexa used me as a human pillow as Kaley was leaning on me while the two were doing the same thing on each side.

Tatiana and Megan could only laugh at my predicament but as everyone else started to drift to sleep, I began to feel the weight on my eyes before I was suddenly jolted awake by a loud foghorn-like sound. Obviously, it also woke everyone else up but it seemed like a lot of hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

To our surprise, it was already 6:14 AM and the sun was already shining down on us from above.

And from the distance, we could clearly see the carrier where the US Navy and a thousand or so civilians were, followed by a couple of Chinooks flying overhead. The carrier would probably take a few more minutes to reach this place but those two aircrafts would reach us much faster.

Then my radio buzzed:

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[Where are ya, kid? That horn probably woke you up. Time to cook!]

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"Meth?"

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[Huh? Oh— HAHAHAHAHA! Dammit, that got me. Amaryllis and everyone else here are waiting for ya! They took out the ingredients and everything! C'mon!

I'm cooking too! Gonna impress my daughter one way or another.]

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"I'm gonna stop you right there."

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[Huh? Why?]

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"You'll impress her by not giving her food poisoning. I know you mean well but stay on your lane, old man. You brought some liquor you made, right? Won't that be better?"

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[OH, SHIT! YOU'RE RIGHT, KID! HOLD ON! SEEYOULATERBYE!]

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With that said, everyone else was still doing their morning stretches but it didn't take long before we made our way to the kitchen and prepared food for at least a thousand people. This was something I wouldn't be able to do solo but preparing the ingredients beforehand already made us a little more confident.

But yeah, in addition to the paella and the soup we made last night, it didn't hurt to make seafood and vegetable tempura by covering everything bite-sized with batter and then frying it in oil. Additionally, I guess some kids would appreciate some waffles or pancakes while almost all of the adults would appreciate some hot coffee.

Obviously, the people in the Chinooks arrived much earlier and they were perfect taste testers on what the rest of the people in the carrier would bite on.

But yeah, I discovered that aside from two captains and two pilots, they came in with a first and a second lieutenant, a journalist, a cameraman, a doctor, and an engineer while the rest were family and friends of either these officers or politicians.

I briefly introduced myself and gave each of them a plate and bowl of food—because they seem to not be thinking straight because of the smell—but it wasn't even a fucking second when a Charlotte-like incident started.

Because as the rest of the group started to wharf or inhale the food I served to them, a fucking brat with pigtails who was named "Ella" quickly pushed her food away—spilling the soup in the process. Additionally, she never looked so disgusted from the crispy tempura, the cup of paella, and the vegetable medley I put on her plate with the bowl of soup to the side which she spilled.

It quickly put a damper on the otherwise jolly atmosphere but as one of her attendants, "Myra"—who suddenly stopped eating because of her—was nervously looking at me, I started to quietly clean the table they were on before everyone almost had the shock of their lives.

Kaley was already about to jump in when she noticed my deathly aura slowly forming but I kept everything in with a deep breath.

But yeah, I don't fucking care if you're if your parents were the fucking president, the general, the king/queen, or the fucking pope but if you dare to fucking waste food I graciously prepared for ya, you gotta deal with some assholery from yours truly.

It's just that there might be some reason for her to act like that.

At the same time, there was also a reason for why I would be acting in the next line:

I stared right at her as I pushed her plate even further away from her, "You allergic to seafood?"

"..." She just gave me a quick glance before turning away annoyed.

"Vegetables?"

"..."

"Gluten?"

"..."

"You fasting?"

"..."

Myra cut in apologetically, "I'm sorry but the lady is just not feeling too well. She doesn't have any allergies or any of that sort, fortunately—"

"Huh. I get in now," I said as I turned back to Ella, "So, you're just a fucking brat—"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME—"

Right as she snapped her head to me and shrieked with her high tone, I had already locked and loaded my middle finger with my thumb and sent a deathly flick on her forehead—which like the rest of their group—she didn't fucking expect.

And again, to everyone's shock, especially her attendant, her head almost experienced a whiplash due to how it blew back because the brat never had any support on her neck and I didn't think a flick could cause first-degree murder.

It was one thing if she had any allergies but that doesn't mean she could fucking waste food if she wasn't feeling up to it. Additionally, it's the fucking end of the world and everyone else would kill for just a cup of rice and she had the fucking nerve to act like a fucking spoiled bitch.

So yeah, before anyone could react for the third time, I grabbed on the top of her head and dragged her to the group that was still cooking the rest of their meals.

"W-WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!"

"WE JUST ARRIVED YOU DUMB BRAT! APOLOGIZE TO THESE FOLKS!"

"W-WHAT AM I APOLOGIZING FOR— OW! W-WHY'D YOU— STOP FLICKING MY FOREHEAD! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!" Ella was already in tears while her forehead had this big red mark on it.

"I CAN AND I WILL! AFTER THIS, YOU'RE DOING THE DISHES AND TAKING THE WASTE TO THE COMPOST BINS!"

"WHAT EVEN ARE THOSE?!"

"OH, YOU'LL FUCKING KNOW, YOU BRAT!"

"I'M NOT A BRAT! I'M A LADY—"

"FUCK NO! YOU'RE A BITCH! WHO FUCKING DOES THAT?!"

"DOES WHAT?! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"

"DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING LONG THAT SOUP WAS BOILING FOR?!"

"I DON'T CARE—"

"HOURS! FUCKING HOURS! NOW GO APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU IN THE WATER!"

"HELL NO! I WON'T— AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

And again, for the fourth time, before anyone could fathom whatever the fuck I was doing, the brat was already flying in the air as I chucked her into the Subic Bay.

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