The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: It’s a magic mirror Chapter 62: It’s a magic mirror Mark rushed towards Alice’s room as soon as he heard her scream, which was basically the first time.

So many thoughts roamed through his head.

Was she being attacked?

Did a gate spawn in her room?

Or was she feeling pain?

He was worried that something had suddenly happened to her, completely forgetting that she was an awakened far stronger than her and basically everyone in the world.

But he could not think of any other reason why she screamed and hoped more than anything that she was okay.

But the moment he opened the door, he found her completely fine, staring at herself in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Who’s that?” She asked, pointing at her reflection in the mirror and Mark got confused.

Did she scream…

at her own reflection?

“What does my reflection…?” She was in shock, he could see, but for a mirror?

‘Don’t tell me she doesn’t know what a mirror is.’ he thought and answered, “Alice, that’s a mirror.” “I know it’s a mirror, idiot.” She retorted.

“I’m asking why I look like a completely different person.” She slammed her hands on the dressing table and it broke.

She was so shocked that she forgot she had monster strength.

But before the mirror fell with the crumbling table, she reflexively grabbed it.

Mark looked at the broken dressing table.

Ah, this might be a problem.

But Alice was still looking at herself in the mirror she had saved in the nick of time.

She rubbed her chin, twisted her lips, and sighed.

“I get it now.” She said and looked at him like she was a genius, giving him the thumbs up.

But Mark felt she did not get it at all and had come up with a completely different theory from the truth.

“What did you get, Alice?” He asked, going closer to her and she raised her chin up proudly and said, “It’s a magic mirror.” Mark palmed his face.

He knew it.

“It’s an artifact that makes the person who looks into it look exceedingly pretty.” She said but Mark sighed.

He took the mirror from her and said, “Look.” He showed her his reflection in the mirror.

“See, there’s nothing magic.

I’m completely the same in it.” “Well, of course.

There’s nothing to beautify in your face.

You’re already very handsome.” She mindlessly said and he paused.

Did she just compliment him?

But she wasn’t taking it as a big deal and took the mirror from him.

“But me, on the other hand, just look at what it did to me.” She said but Mark snatched the mirror from her and said, “It’s not the mirror.

That’s exactly what you look like.

At least, since you left the gate.” “For real?

You’re not joking with me, are you?” She asked, stunned, and he nodded.

“Wait, have I looked like this all along?” “Since you walked out the gate, yes.” He placed the mirror on the bed and then looked at the crumbled dresser.

“Alice, it seems you still don’t know how to control your strength.” He said.

“You should…” He turned to her, only to find her having a conversation with no one.

It was probably the voice she claimed to be in her head.

Was it still there?

“Leo, why didn’t you tell me I look like this?” Alice whispered, backing Mark.

“I look completely different.

This isn’t just any glow-up.

It looks like I had plastic surgery or something.” *Don’t exaggerate.

You don’t look that different from how you did a few months ago.* Leo said but Alice could not believe that.

Her reflection in the mirror was definitely not hers.

*You’re the only one who feels you changed that much.* “I did, dammit.

My chest got bigger, and my skin got smooth too.

No blisters on my hands or anything of that sort.

I don’t have a single blemish on me.” She argued with him.

*And I’m telling you it’s not much different from your past self.

Well, you did get a few inches taller.* “Getting taller isn’t the issue here.” She flared at him even if he was just in her head.

Oh, how she wished she could face him head-on and give him a piece of her mind.

*Alice, if you were as different as you’re exaggerating, then no one would’ve recognized you.* He pointed out.

*And also, I’m not the one who reconstructed your features.

It’s the monster meat you ate and loved that did it.

Take it out with the meat.* His words got her furious, and if she had sleeves on her shirt, then she would definitely shift them up to prove a point.

“Why, you-” “Alice,” Mark called and she flinched.

She turned her head to find him staring at her a little worriedly.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“You look mad.” She blinked her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

“So, are you asking if I’m insane-mad or angry mad?” “Angry mad.” He answered.

“Haha, then it’s a no.” She could be insane-mad but he couldn’t just judge her because he wasn’t hearing the voice in her head.

He shook his head as there were a lot of things he didn’t know about her.

She was a mystery, even to him.

His eyes fell on her hair, which was still dripping wet.

“Sit down for a minute.” He said and went to get a hair dryer from his room.

He asked, “Can I dry your hair?” “With a hair dryer?

Sure.” She said, sitting upright.

Mark started drying the hair but there was something in his mind.

“Alice, when you were in your cell, did you never use the hot water?” He asked.

“Nope.” She answered right away and he sighed.

Why did she punish herself even when it was all provided for her comfort?

She made things difficult for herself.

Or maybe…

That was how she knew how to live.

He turned off the hair dryer and said, “I’m done.

I’ll leave you to brush your hair.

I need to go down to make sure the soup isn’t burning.” She nodded.

‘Soup, soup, soup.

I wonder which soup.’ Yes, she heard food so she got excited.

She brushed her hair and tied it back with a pink scrunchie she found lying around.

Why was even the scrunchie pink?

Who in the world was the Barbie girl that was living in that room before her?

Even her clothes were pink.

She was fighting the urge to throw up.

When she got down, she found Mark serving the food on the plates he had set on the table.

“Mark, can I get a change of clothes?” “Why?

That looks good on you.” He said but she gave him that disgruntled look.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” She approached.

“You set up that room like that for the satisfaction of your own weird taste, didn’t you?” “Not at all.” He scratched his chin, awkwardly.

“The former owner of the room loved pink.” He said.

“And I thought girls all liked pink.” “Ugh, not all of us.

For example, me.” She sat down and he took off his apron before sitting opposite her.

“It’s too much, honestly.

Was the former owner a kid or something?” Mark simply bowed his head and said, “Then when you’re well rested, you can go pick out the things you prefer.” “Oh, can I change the room color-” “No!” He answered with a straight face.

“The room stays pink.” He said and she clicked her tongue, darting her eyes away.

She almost had her way.

And just as she was about to dig in, the doorbell rang.

Mark looked back.

It was probably what he asked for.

“Go on ahead.

I’ll get it.” He said and walked towards the door.

There was a delivery and as he came back to the table with the box, she sipped the soup and shut her eyes, dancing in the deliciousness.

“Hm.

This is good.” She said.

“Really?” “Your hands are blessed.” She said, pointing at him with her spoon.

And then she spotted the box.

“What’s that?” “Your stuff.” He answered and opened it, taking out the thick envelope she remembered all too well.

“And your money.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Author_fredah Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!