Chapter 390

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390 – Jungle Island, Tears of Ideope #2

“Hassan, break this one too! I can’t do it with my strength alone. Ah, my name is Garuru.”

A girl named Garuru brought me a small, hard-looking fruit. It resembled a walnut but was as big as a fist—seemingly impossible to crack open without something like a hammer.

Of course, I didn’t need a hammer.

I just grabbed it with my hand, squeezed, and—crunch—the hard shell shattered. d*mn, I’m like a natural nutcracker or something.

“Wow, that’s amazing! You really crushed it barehanded!”

“Is this what men from the Continent are like? Are all men from the Continent as strong as trolls?”

Heehee.

Back in my turbulent teen years, I used to think about it sometimes—what if I ended up in a world where men were rare?

What if, for some reason, all other men disappeared except for me? How would I be treated? It seems like I’m getting the answer here.

“Hassan, try this too! It’s made by hardening rock sugar!”

“Hassan, you’ve eaten so much already! I’m full! I sneaked out a ton of honey bread from the Nox Child Tribe!”

“Garuru, why are you making a fuss? Let him try what I made too!”

Me, an ordinary guy, is now insanely popular on Ideope Island? ~Doing My Best After a Life Reset~—what a bizarre, yet somehow fitting, goddamn reality.

The chattering and squealing voices around me were dizzying—embarrassing, yet it also felt strangely good.

Of course, seeing Elpride’s expression darkening in silence wasn’t a great sign.

“Tsk-.”

Someone spoke up to Elpride, who had just clicked her tongue in irritation.

“Hmm, so you’re an Elf? What’s your relationship with that Hassan guy? If you’re from the Continent, are all the other Continentals as good-looking as him?”

At that, Elpride burst into laughter like she couldn’t believe it.

“Him, good-looking? You guys have never seen a real handsome man, have you? If you think about it, wasn’t the guy Hassan knocked out yesterday way better-looking?”

Elpride seemed to be referring to the man now lying in bed somewhere, recovering. The guy I mistakenly thought was Luna’s lover—who I knocked out in one hit.

Of course, since I held back, he didn’t d*e. Though his surfing-model-tier face was probably bruised and swollen…

The pink-haired girls responded.

“Well, Vircas was handsome. But that’s just his face.”

“Exactly! What’s the point of just a pretty face?! A real man should be skilled in hunting, strong, and most importantly—have a handsome soul.”

“Right! A man with a soul as beautiful as Hassan’s… I’ve never seen one before…”

A handsome soul, huh?

I remembered Luna saying something like that to me before. That even if my outward appearance made me look like a scary, lowlife gang leader, my soul was the most beautiful she had ever seen.

I thought she was just being kind in her own way.

But hearing the pink-haired girls talk like this… Maybe there really is such a thing as the “looks” of a soul.

So Luna wasn’t just saying empty words.

“‘Handsome soul’? I don’t get it. How ridiculous.”

To Elpride, though, it all sounded like some crass joke. She probably just didn’t like seeing me surrounded by girls getting all the attention.

One of the pink-haired girls spoke up to Elpride.

“You, you might be great at handling fire, but you clearly don’t know how to see souls. What a half-baked Sorcerer.”

Elpride raised an eyebrow.

“See souls? You mean sensing mana?”

“It’s different from mana! If you learn to see souls, you’ll be able to face your own soul within you—and your fire Sorcery could evolve even further!”

“My fire… evolving beyond what it is now?”

“Yes! You could even breathe a soul into your flames and wield them like silver butterflies! Don’t you think it’s a waste not to learn something so full of potential?”

“Living, moving flames…”

Elpride had been visibly annoyed at the swarm of pink-haired girls, but the idea of reaching new heights clearly intrigued her.

“So… how do you see this ‘soul’ thing?”

“First, you have to open your mind’s eye!”

“Ugh, more airy nonsense…”

“No, here’s how you do i—!”

THUD—!

Just as the girl and Elpride were about to discuss something deep, a massive tremor shook the ground—like a huge palm tree had just crashed down from above.

At the same time, eerie noises erupted from outside.

“GYAAARGH—!”

“GIVE US FOOD AND MEN!”

At that booming voice, the carefree villagers of this shallow (but lively) tribe tensed up, lowering their heads in fear.

One by one, they grabbed spears and protective helmets stashed in every corner, arming themselves.

“It’s the Nox Child Tribe! They’re invading!”

Hearing Garuru, the chieftess, say that filled me with weird excitement. The Nox Child Tribe—wasn’t that the group Luna kept mentioning when she was bored?

“GARURU! WE KNOW YOU’RE HIDING A MAN IN THERE! GIVE US FOOD AND EVERYTHING ELSE, NOW!”

“GIVE US THE FOOD! OR YOU’LL FACE THE WRATH OF THE TERRIFYING BEES!”

BUZZZZ—!

Soon, a sound like helicopters roared around the wooden huts. At the same time, Chieftess Garuru shouted.

“Guh—the Bee Sorcerers! Barricade the windows! If they get inside, it’s game over!”

Bee Sorcerers? What’s that?

Still, I saw why Garuru and the villagers were desperately blocking the windows with barriers.

BUZZZ—!

BOOOM—!

Soon, bees as big as my head, shaking their round butts menacingly, started appearing at every window.

It felt like being attacked by giant m*rder-drones—panic hit me hard.

Then, I remembered having an experience like this before. My brow furrowed.

“WARRIOR BEES! LOOT EVERYTHING FROM THE TATARI TRIBE—THEIR FOOD, THEIR TREASURES, THEIR CANDY!”

Whoosh.

I stuck my head out the window at the loud, clanging voice. The tribespeople near me flinched.

“It’s dangerous! If a Bashkir Bee stings you, the pain lasts for days! It could k*ll you!”

Bashkir Bees?

Aren’t those the bee companions of Nymph Doris of Honey Water?

Peering outside, I soon spotted a tiny figure yelling orders below.

“Defeated Garuru must surrender now…! Or she will face the terrifying wrath of the bees…! I, Doris, the Supreme Warrior of the Deep Night Tribe, command these fearsome bees…!”

Wait—what the hell? That’s Doris.

Happy to see her, I waved.

“Hey Doris! What’re you doing? It’s me, Hassan!”

“GYAAH—! You! The useless boyfriend of that landlady…! AND THE THIEF WHO STOLE KORE FROM ME…!”

“……”

True to her nymph nature, Doris was full of anger, foul-mouthed, and really didn’t like me.

Why? Because I resembled the black-haired man who stole her friend Kore—

And as someone close to Luna, she probably hated how I sometimes made Luna upset.

“You’re a bad egg…!”

“Good grief.”

“‘Good grief’?! I don’t raise bees like that! Anyway, THIEF! Why are you sticking your face out there?!”

“You’re the one who needs to explain what you’re doing.”

“I am Doris, Supreme Warrior of the Deep Night Tribe…! Today, I will annihilate every last one of the arrogant Tatari Tribe’s lackeys…! THEY STOLE MY BEEHIVE…!”

I was really glad Paranoi wasn’t here. If she were, it’d be twice as noisy and chaotic.

BUZZZZ—!

The bees flapped harder, tearing at the barricades on the windows and doors.

The villagers inside trembled in fear, some screaming in terror. I couldn’t help but feel bad for them.

They did treat me well and gave me food. If Doris’ bees ransacked them, they’d have nothing left for winter.

I didn’t get why Doris called herself some “Supreme Warrior” cr*p, but one thing was clear—

“Time to pay for stealing my hive…! That honey was saved for honey bread…!”

She was here to raid and torment this weak tribe.

Since they gave me breakfast and a place to wash up, I figured I’d return the favor—by convincing Doris to call off the attack.

Whoosh—!

I leaped out the window, landing with a thud that kicked up dust.

Immediately, the masked women behind Doris shifted nervously, drawing daggers from their waists.

Unlike the Garuru tribesmen from last night, these ones seemed battle-hardened—already encircling me and drawing strange seals on the walls.

If Luna was right, Ideope has healers as strong as veteran Mages. These were probably them.

“That guy looks tough…”

“Not a normal man. Look how tall he is—like a troll. From the Continent?”

“Let’s capture him alive. Just keep him breathing—breaking an arm or leg is fine if he resists.”

“Good idea. We’ll take the women to the salt mines for labor.”

Their conversation was on another level of brutality compared to Garuru’s people. Was the Nox Child Tribe this terrifying?

I turned to Doris.

“First, I gotta ask—is Luna safe?”

“Yes! Doris has been taking good care of her…! Because Doris is always a friend to Kore’s companions…!”

“Good, that’s all I needed. Since it’s between you and me—how about backing off today? I owe those guys inside, so I can’t just ignore this.”

Whoosh—!

I pulled out the club from my back.

Doris started trembling.

“T-Then… Doris will retreat for today…!”

But before she could finish, a voice shouted from behind her.

“Lady Doris, show him what you’re made of!”

“We’ll help too! Hey, you! You have no idea how powerful Lady Doris is as a Bee Sorcerer! Begging won’t save you! Surrender quietly!”

The masked girls behind her were ready to fight.

At least ten fighters. The deadly Bashkir Bees. And Nymph Doris of Honey Water controlling them. No wonder they were so confident.

Doris, shuddering, added weakly:

“T-Today… We retreat…! We can’t fight him…! Everyone… everyone, be quiet…!”

She was on the verge of tears.

Step.

When I took one step forward, Doris finally broke—turning and fleeing.

“EVERYONE, R-RUN—! WE MUST RUN…!”

BUZZZZ—!

With their queen gone, the giant bees that were attacking the village scattered like black mist.

“…Huh?”

“Wait, what?!”

Only Doris’ underlings remained—girls in oversized masks, their panic obvious despite their coverings.

Right then, someone behind me shouted:

“NOW! THROW THEM! HELP HASSAN!”

It was Chieftess Garuru. She and her tribe hurled strange jars at the girls.

SMASH—!

“GYAAH—!”

“Y-YOU COWARDS—! STONE-THROWING WAS BANNED!”

THUNK!

One by one, the masked girls collapsed.

In the end, aside from those knocked out, the rest fled after Doris—ending the chaos as quickly as it began.

“WE… WE DROVE OUT THE NOX CHILD RAIDERS!”

“TODAY’S A FESTIVAL—! LOOT EVERYTHING THEY LEFT!”

Garuru and her people cheered.

I crouched by one of the fallen Nox Child girls, lifting her mask.

Underneath was a face with a bump on the forehead—a girl around Luna’s age, her pink hair tied in a ponytail.

“Hey, is there a girl named Luna in your tribe?”

“D-Don’t say Luna-sama’s name so casually…! She’s our guardian deity!”

“Guardian deity?”

“Y-Yes! The Nox Child Tribe, with Luna-sama, will always win! The days of oppression by the Tatari Tribe are over!”

“What the—Look, can you take me to your tribe?”

I couldn’t deny it anymore—something weird was happening on this island, and with Luna.

“…You know, up close… your soul is so pure and radiant. I’ve never seen one like yours. S-So… do you have a girlfriend?”

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(End of Chapter)

This keeps all glossary terms intact, maintains the casual and dynamic tone of the original, and ensures cultural references (like “Bashkir Bees” and “Nymph Doris of Honey Water”) remain consistent. Let me know if you’d like any refinements!

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