Broly’s Multiversal Foodie Adventure

"If you want them, never mind. I'll just give you a whole meat bun. Boss, give this child a meat bun and put it on my tab."

The girl's smile was both adorable and pitiful, tugging at the heartstrings of the middle-aged customer. He turned to the bun shop owner and said, "Give her a meat bun and put it on my tab."

"Thank you, uncle! Thank you, boss!"

Mein took the steaming bun with immense joy, but she dared not let the scarf on her head slip off.

The bun was scalding hot, but she clutched it tightly, eagerly taking a bite.

The customer paid and left in a hurry, seemingly in a rush.

Seeing this, Mein quickly followed but didn't dare to get too close. She bowed politely and thanked him again before turning away.

Adults were dangerous. If she trusted someone's kindness too much and revealed her true identity, it could lead to harm.

Mein ducked into a nearby alley. She had learned to beg during her life on the streets, but she never begged from the same person multiple times. This was to protect herself, to avoid getting too close to anyone who might hurt her.

"Hey, you're pretty bold, huh?"

But just because Mein avoided people who might hurt her didn't mean those people wouldn't come after her.

"I didn't do anything."

Mein took a step back, but there were other street children blocking her way.

"Everyone else waits for leftover bun skins, but you get a whole meat bun!"

The child in front of her said angrily.

"That customer gave it to me willingly."

"Hmph, you're just a mixed-blood freak, always acting cute to get food from adults."

"You could do the same."

Mein said, but her words only made the children angrier.

"If we could do that, we would have done it already!"

"Enough talking. Let's tear off her scarf and see if she can still beg for food."

"No! This is something my mother left me!"

Mein quickly took off her scarf and held it tightly to her chest. Without the scarf, her pink hair was exposed, revealing her mixed heritage.

"Give it to me!"

The street children didn't care if the scarf was a keepsake from her mother. They were just jealous that a mixed-blood girl like her could fare better than them.

Even though she was a pink-haired freak, even though she had dirty barbarian blood...

Mein was beaten as she tried to protect her scarf, but the street children chased her relentlessly. In their eyes, targeting a mixed-blood freak seemed to unite them.

Mein was just a little girl, and she was alone. Surrounded by a group of street children, she was quickly cornered again.

"Damn it, you made us chase you for so long?"

The children chasing her were out of breath.

"I won't come around here anymore. Can you let me go?"

Mein pleaded.

"Of course not!"

There might be sympathy among the weak, but that sympathy didn't extend to the notorious barbarians.

Even though Mein was only half barbarian, and the tribe her father came from had long been destroyed, it didn't matter.

"Beat this barbarian to death!"

The street children rushed at her. The adults on the street watched the spectacle, and when Mein tried to call for help, no one came to her aid.

No one liked the barbarians with their reputation as bandits, and the barbarian tribes themselves weren't united.

No one would help her, just like before. But having barbarian blood wasn't her fault.

Mein thought of her mother, who had been captured by barbarians but still treated her, the child born from that tragedy, with love and care.

She remembered being driven out of her village after her mother's death and becoming a street child.

The life she had under her mother's care now felt like a dream.

But now, others were trying to take away the only thing she had left to hold onto that dream.

"Please, don't take it away."

Mein begged weakly as she was beaten.

But it was no use. The scarf in her arms was slowly being pulled away.

"I got it!"

"She cares so much about this scarf. Let's tear it up."

"No!"

Just as two boys grabbed either end of the scarf, ready to tear it apart—

"Thud~"

Both of their heads were punched.

"Ow! Why did you hit us?"

If an adult had hit them, they wouldn't have argued.

But the one who hit them was another child.

"Because you're bullying someone."

"She's just a mixed-blood barbarian freak."

"Thud~"

"That's exactly why we're stepping in."

Their heads were punched again. The ones who intervened were Broly and his group. They had just left the noodle shop, full and satisfied, when they came across the commotion.

They hadn't planned to get involved in a fight between street children, but when they heard the word "barbarian," they stopped.

The reason was simple: they knew the Red Leaf Tribe, a barbarian group, and didn't believe all barbarians were bad.

So, when they saw a group of street children ganging up on another child just because of her mixed heritage, they couldn't stand by and do nothing.

"Damn it, are you guys with this freak?"

The boy who had been punched twice asked angrily.

"What if we are?"

Akame and Kurome clenched their little fists. If it came to a fight with other street children, they weren't afraid.

After all, with Broly around, even dangerous beasts turned into campfire food. Street children were no match for them.

"Fine, let's beat them up!"

The fight started but ended quickly. The group of ordinary street children was easily defeated.

"You'll regret this!"

The boy who had started the fight threw out a threat and prepared to leave with the others.

"Give it back."

But Broly blocked his path, holding out his hand for the scarf.

"This stupid scarf, I'll tear it—"

"If you tear it, I'll kill you before you can."

Broly clenched his little fist and said this seriously.

[Discovered potential target: Mein. Current happiness level: 0.]

Without a specific goal, Broly rarely thought about harming others. But there was one exception: when someone tried to hurt a friend he recognized.

Even though Mein was a girl Broly had just met, her status as a potential "wife" recognized by the Crystal Palace gave her an innate boost in Broly's favor.

If his companions hadn't stepped in first and told him they could handle it, things might have gotten bloody.

Because Broly didn't mind taking the lives of strangers to protect someone he had just met—especially if that someone was a potential "wife" (or meal ticket).

The boy wasn't afraid of Broly, but he was afraid of the other children glaring at him from behind Broly.

"Fine, take your stupid scarf. I don't want this junk anyway."

In the end, the boy didn't dare tear the scarf. He threw it at Broly and ran off.

"Here, take it."

Broly walked over to Mein and handed her the scarf.

"Thank you."

[Mein's happiness level is rising.]

Mein clutched the dirty scarf to her chest, finally feeling at ease, before she passed out.