Chapter 10: Chapter 9: The Great Devourer

I felt suddenly pressed to make up a quick solution.

Around me, the frantic crowd of monsters did everything that in their mind classified as securing the camp, from disposing of the bodies of the assassins to trying to fell a tree. Perhaps they would seriously try to build the palisade, perhaps they just wanted to get rid of places enemies could hide in. Or simply disliked the scenery, anything was possible.

I left this up for their consideration

I only wanted for this nightmare to end, find the answer, and stay alive until it did.

To not let my monsters go hungry was another goal. They were already very aggressive as they were.

They hunted. It meant they still needed to eat, even if death was something of a vague concept for them. Whether it was merely to stave off the unpleasantness associated with starving, to fuel their magic, a combination of both or any other unimaginable mechanic, I didn’t and didn't want to..

Selecting the right skill seemed to be a solution to the most pressing matters.

Last time, when I first discovered there was this status screen, I was too confused, too scared to think in terms of skills, powers, and their implications. Back then, I hesitated, and the cursed system behind this nightmare made a selection for me. Miwah and her shadowy canine kin were brought to this world based on the logic I couldn’t comprehend.

Even if she wasn’t what I wanted, I owed the black werewolf my life.

I still wanted to have a choice in this whirlwind of violence.

Haunted by the flashbacks of both my monsters and humans dying, I was immediately attracted to the element that promised the means to minimalise the suffering through some form of healing power - Life - and even if the wording of the skill was ominous at best, or contradictory at worst, the element part was sufficiently vague to cover the wide variety of effects.

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I needed something that wasn’t inherently offensive skill in nature. Source of sustenance. Even ones in the category which system called ‘Element: wood’ didn’t seem to be an all-encompassing resolution. I felt there is a better option. After all, what was the biosphere with plants and animals than the life itself? There was a slight possibility that there was entirely benevolent power hidden behind the ominously sounding skills. There was always hope.

Tama, still affectionately hanging to me, gently beckoned me with her muzzle. I assumed she could see the screen floating in front of my eyes too, or was instinctively able to sense it was there. She, just like other creatures, creatures, never questioned the fact I was inspecting them.

I tried to ignore her, I had other things to worry about.

Now the adrenaline of the imminent danger was gone, the ache of my chest, spine, and entire body even, reminded me of how battered and bruised I was, and the ability to heal felt more like the answer too.

I was sold on the idea of preventing the loss of life, and within the broad sense of what something as vague as ‘life’ could cover there was a chance, it might sort all kinds of problems into one.

After giving myself brief mental encouragement, I spoke my choice:

“Select skill Great Devourer.”

It flashed through my mind that it wasn’t a correct keyword to prompt the selection, but it reacted momentarily, with yet another notification popping out in my light of sight. Satisfied it worked, I waved it away.

Skill “Great Devourer lvl.1” gained.

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