Malam

"Friend, why are you heading to the hospital? I do not seen any injury on you, not to mention that you don't look ill?" Tristan asked the fortune teller before taking a sip of the liquor given to him.

"Well... My house maid is feeling unwell and I have to search for the medicine that will cure her. I know in the hospital, we will not find any doctor or patient alive but that doesn't mean that there are no medicines in their pharmacies." The fortune teller answered tiredly before he took a long puff and continued talking after exhaling several rings of smoke on the face of Tristan who had just turned back to steal a glance at the back seats. 

"This house maid of mine is called Rabi ... Or you can simply call her Ravi and as for me, you can call me Prince Malam, yes. I was once a priest in a non religious world before our church was burned down by those pacifist arsonists, I only came to chill in Ugley kingdom as I awaited to be recalled back but I didn't knew that I would find a chance to step into the cursed lands while there. But it's still great because I have made quite some friends like you." 

The fortune teller then took a drag before he leaned his back on his seat. 

'This Malam guy is sure a crazy individual. He has so many occupations, but anyway, that's not for me to wallow into. But wait, why did he have only his house maid and a few bottles of liquor instead of carrying survival tools in this cursed world? I think all priests should be celibate right?'

Tristan once again tilted his head to glance at the people on the back seats and he only got his face to be splashed over by smoke from the cigar between Malam's fingers.

As if knowing what Tristan wanted to ask, Malam said after heaving a sigh, "I met my maid here the moment I stepped on this cursed world and so, I decided to pick her up and as you know, since I appeared inside a pub, I took a few best wine bottles before leaving."

From the corner of his eyes, Tristan could see Malam caressing the face of his house maid. His hands run all over her body, he would even fiddle with her boobs and kiss her thigh but the woman didn't do a thing to refuse Malam's advances, her face was pale and she seemed like she could faint at any moment, from time to time, Malam would wisper to her ears telling her to hold on because they were about to reach the hospital.

Seeing everything that Malam didn't dare to hide, Tristan could only shake his head. Even if he was a fool, he could clearly tell that Malam wasn't a priest anymore.

'Even the celibate priests also need to satiate their 'hunger', they are only fooling the congregants by telling them that they don't mingle with the opposite sex. However, their summons are good and restoring so, their dark lives can be overlooked.' Tristan lit up his cigar and took a drag. This cursed world had dangerous beasts running everywhere and while being here, Tristan could die anytime, he didn't have to worry about the negative effects of cigarettes as even before those effects found him.

"We are about to reach the hospital and I think things will start getting real." Tristan uttered but Malam didn't say a thing as if he had not heard him. Tristan knew very well that the corrupted beasts would definitely exist in the hospital because there had to be survivours there which would keep the corrupted beasts there as they search for those survivours. All the way to the hospital, Tristan had only met a few corrupted beasts.

Gruu! Gruu!

Before even Tristan could enter into the gate of the hospital, his stomach started growling, he felt immense pain that he had never felt before but again, he could feel some pleasure within this pain and before he could think of what was the problem, his belly was ripped, just a small hole the size of a nipple. From this hole, a white worm poked its head out, looking at the outside world with curiosity. The worm wriggled its head around hesitatingly before it decided to head back into Tristan's belly. Clearly, the wine that Tristan had just drunk had made the worms so agitated in that they decided to go crazy and tore through his skin.