Rebirth: King To Superstar Chapter 4
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Making his thoughts clear, he came back into the living room only to hear his stomach grumble because of hunger.
"Looks like this guy did not even eat anything for breakfast yet. Let's see if I can get anything to eat from what is in the kitchen." Shaking his head he made his way into the kitchen.
As Joon-won stepped into the small kitchen, his feet froze and lips twitched. He was greeted with a disaster, it looked like the kitchen had been turned rather into a garbage dump. Used utensils from almost a week were dumped into the sink while giving out a nasty smell.
There were various plastic wrappers, empty noodles cups stuffed into the small trash can. Joon- won couldn't help but hold his mouth as he stopped himself from gagging before quickly returning to the living room and opening the balcony door for some fresh air.
"Oh god. That was a monstrosity. This guy has been living like a savage animal. No scope for hygiene at all. Even I didn't live like this before I married Quin and became the King. This guy left a disaster for me to clean up."
Even though he was never a clean freak in his previous life, he was used to the neatness maintained back at the palace. Seeing this made him think of how much he has yet to still adapt to the various living conditions even though he received memories about the world.
"This going to be harder than fighting a war." Sighing to himself. He went inside the living room before grabbing the handkerchief on the coffee table and tied it around his mouth and nose as a makeshift mask.
"I hope this helps at least a bit or I might die on the same day I got reborn in the middle of a bunch of trash." He bravely walked inside the kitchen once again.
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'Now this is better, at least I don't feel like gagging immediately. Let's start with the utensils in the sink first then the trash.' feeling relieved he thought and made his way towards the sink at the far right beside the small refrigerator through all the trash in the middle.
Standing in front of the sink he saw something which made him gag once again, insects running through utensils.
'Oh god, it has been almost a whole week that the small insects were confident to roam around freely. Hmm, seems like this guy maintains a repellent somewhere around here.' looking at the small cupboards on the top of the sink. He slowly opened them and found a can of repellent.
Taking a deep breath he sprayed the repellent all over the utensils and the magic happened in seconds. All types of insects poured out, struggling before dying. After a whole minute when it felt like there were no more, he turned on the water and slowly reached out for some soap and brush before starting to clean up all of the utensils at least two times.
It took him a whole hour before he leaned up all the utensils and placing them back inside the cupboards where they belong. He turned around and looked at the trash over the floor before starting his work by taking out a larger trash bag and placing them all inside.
Spending another 30 minutes on trash he placed it near the main door.
'Hmm, seems like we are responsible to take the trash down and drop it inside the bin outside the apartment. I'll do this later then.' he went back into the kitchen before taking out the mop and cleaning the floor free of stains.
After completing everything he looked at the clean kitchen before taking out the handkerchief and nodding to himself. If anyone saw him doing all these no one would believe he was the king of the strongest kingdom on a planet.
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"Finally completed. Ugh, I forgot my hunger while cleaning this mess. Now it came back at double the strength. Looks like it's already noon. Now I still need to cook lunch. Sigh." Clutching his stomach, he grumbled.
He made his way towards the refrigerator and opened it to see what he could use to make some lunch for himself. After opening it, he couldn't help but sigh in relief. There were a few ingredients to work with. Taking them out one by one, he spread them across the kitchen platform and started to think about what he wanted to eat.
It didn't take him long to decide and start preparing some curry with plain rice. Taking out a rice packet from a cupboard, he rinced the rice and placed it inside a rice cooker.
'Sigh, this world is indeed much better. Even cooking rice is made easier here.'
He continued and quickly made himself some curry with the vegetables he could find before the rice cooker gave out a signal. Taking out a plate he scooped some rice and curry before taking a seat on the couch.
"Finally after a hectic start in this new life I can finally eat some food. I have enough for even night time so I should be fine. Well It's been so long since I cooked my own meal. Hope I didn't lose the touch." Exclaiming he took a spoon full and shoved it right inside his mouth.
"Hmm, seems like it's not only the air around here, even the food grown isn't that natural or rather without elements of impurities. Sigh the people of this world are blinded by the urge to develop and forgot the planet itself." As he continued to eat.
Finishing up the whole plate of food, he washed all the dishes and sat on the couch once again. As he stretched his back, thinking what he should do, at the corner of his eye he saw the crumbled script on the ground and grabbed it.
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