Chapter 3: Chapter 3 – The Beginning

[I suggest that you check your status. In this world, everything is valued by its status, whether it is a living being or even an object.]

Morgan frowned after hearing that. She recognized that kind of thing, as in her original world, there were things called games, but she never had the chance to play any of them.

[Indeed. It is a system similar to games. Just say, "Status.", and you shall know what I mean. Oh, just let me remind you of one thing. Everything is ranked from F to S, and beyond that point, there is another rank called EX. You shall understand once you see it yourself.]

No matter how easy the explanation was, Morgan didn't seem to fully understand. She couldn't hide her doubt, as it reflected in her expression.

[Believe me, Morgan. I shall never do something harmful to you.]

The words it uttered were suspicious. But at that time, Morgan had no other choice but to believe it.

Damn it… It's right. If it ever wanted to kill me, it would've done it even before I had the chance to escape from the sack last night. But why do I feel something is odd? Is there any reason for it to be this considerate to me?

Morgan lost in her thoughts. It was reasonable for her to be doubtful of others, as her past life was full of misfortunes. She had decided to never believe anyone but herself, and at the moment, she was forced to believe.

Ugh… Let's just hope it told the truth.

Morgan took a deep breath and did what the voice told her to.

"Status."

Morgan opened her mouth and almost instantly, a game-like panel appeared in front of her. She quickly scanned the panel and spotted several things she wanted to retort about.

"What the hell is this!?"

She held her head with both hands, as her face was making a seriously stupid expression. Simply put, it was quite a sight to behold, not in any good ways at all.

[That is your status. Is there anything that piqued your interest?]

"All of them! What is this even!?"

Again. Morgan, who wasn't familiar with things like those, screamed on the top of her lungs after seeing the panel.

[Hmm? Let me see it a little bit…]

 

Name: Morgan

Race: Unholy Humanoid

Sex: Female

Age: 14

Title: Masterless Slave

 

Affiliations: ???

Mental Stability: -28 (Hostile)

 

Physical Prowess: D

Magical Aptitude: F

Vitality: B

Recovery: E

 

Skills:

Philargyria (EX), Stealth (F)

 

Racial Unique Skills:

Despairing Touch (A), Weak to Holy (S)

 

Traits:

Cruelty (S), Chaotic (B)

 

Blessings: -

Curses: -

Misc.: Slavery Seal (B)

 

[... I do not see any particular problems.]

"These are all just problems! I know I'm not a human anymore but what is 'Unholy Humanoid'!?"

Morgan rubbed her temples in frustration. She wasn't bright in the head but she at least knew that it wasn't a good thing.

[That body died once, and your soul was forcibly integrated into it.]

"Then what? Aren't I just a zombie?"

The mysterious voice giggled, but this time, for real.

[Hahaha. Then it is easier to explain if you know of that term. But no, you are not an undead. You are a human that transcended the boundary of being alive and dead at the same time. To be specific, an Unholy. An Unholy being is extremely weak against holy attributes and, supposedly, is not able to use any magic at all. I shall explain that later on.]

She could sense a little bit of mockery in the words which the mysterious voice uttered. She then looked at her body and pinched her side.

"Ouch!"

She felt the pain, indicating that her body was somewhat alive. But she felt the numbness that a living body should never feel. Dumbfounded, she tilted her head in confusion.

[If you are asking why you can still feel pain, I do not have the answer. You must look for the answer yourself, Morgan.]

"Again with that answer…"

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Morgan sighed heavily.

"I'll let it slide for now, but my Physical Prowess is at D? Isn't that just too low despite the fact that I beat up that old man last night?"

[Morgan, you are strong. Your physical prowess may look like that, but D is as strong as a normal grown-up man in this world. Not to mention that you are still 14 years old, at least your physical age is. And believe it or not, your skill, Philargyria, will make up for most of your weaknesses.]

The voice paused for a brief moment.

[Do you not want to know what happened to the man you swallowed last night?]

"Huh?"

Morgan completely forgot about that. All she remembered was when she stabbed the man, not when she, or rather, her skill, swallowed up the whole dead body.

[A part of his status became yours. Do you not realize you have Magical Aptitude and Stealth?]

She then recalled just a little while ago, the voice told her that an Unholy being shouldn't be able to use magic at all. As for the Stealth skill, she kind of understood why the old man owned that skill.

"He was a smuggler…"

[You are so quick to comprehend things. That should save a lot of time.]

Starting from there, a lecture from the mysterious voice was drilled into Morgan's head until she felt dizzy.

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A long time passed, and it was already late afternoon. The port was full of people making their living. And there, a young man wearing a dark brown leather coat was strolling aimlessly. It seemed like he was looking for someone. He was busy asking people here and there about someone he knew.

"I don't have time for your crap, lad. If you're looking for someone, you should put a poster on the bulletin board over there!"

A grumpy man pointed his hand towards the direction near the docks. The young man, with a terrible look on his face, swayed away without saying anything, leaving the grumpy man sighing.

"Kids nowadays really have no manners…"

The young man didn't bother. His search for his friend took priority.

"Herman… Where are you?"

Softly, a whisper could be heard from his chapped lips. The coldness of the winter along with the dry breeze made his throat more parched than usual. But even though he was torturing his body, he knew he shouldn't give up just like that. That young man was Alfred, the young smuggler.

After he arrived at the base, he was waiting for Herman to come back. But in the end, even after the sun had risen, Herman never came back. He was lost in thoughts, until he spotted a figure he was familiar with.

"H-Huh? Isn't that…"

Around 50 meters in front of him, a black haired girl wearing nothing but a dirty rag tied with a rope was seen walking slowly near an abandoned hangar. He quickly recognized her, as she had used to be in his care for more than a month.

"Ugh… Now my eyes are playing tricks on me."

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the girl was still there, smiling innocently. He dashed towards the direction of the girl, ignoring the people's shout.

"If you're alive then at least you know where Herman is!"

With eyes full of hope, Alfred ran as quickly as he could. He then saw the girl entering the abandoned hangar and decided to enter it as well.

"Wait for me, Herman! I'll save that sorry ass of yours!"

He stepped inside the abandoned hangar and turned his head around. In the dark corner, he spotted another familiar figure. The figure was wearing a coat similar to his, but the figure was leaning on the pile of wooden boxes, showing only its back.

"Herman… So you're still alive!"

Alfred was happy to see Herman there, and he completely forgot about the girl he stalked just a moment earlier. He ran towards Herman's direction and when he arrived, he tapped Herman's shoulder.

"Old man, you should tell me if you're here! I've been worried sick of you! Come on, let's go home."

And then, a scene that was worth appearing in a horror movie happened.

Alfred pulled the shoulder and Herman fell on his back, showing a dried up corpse. It looked like a mummy, with black dried skin and no flesh. Even its cheeks were skinned, showing its molars and such. Somehow, black gelatinous liquid was spread all over its body and smelled really rusty.

Seeing that, Alfred jumped backwards and landed butt first. A terrifying look was reflected on his face, as he started to mumble unrecognizable things. His feet were shaking, and he even pissed himself a little. He never expected to see the old man that he knew really well in that kind of state.

He was trying to scream but voice didn't come out. He tried to force it but it resulted in him coughing a little bit of blood. His throat was hurting all over. To make it even worse, he felt an eerie presence behind him. He turned his head and saw the girl that was supposed to be dead smiling widely at him. The very girl he stalked just a little while before.

"W-What did you do to him!?"

Alfred, with a hoarse voice, yelled at the girl. Immediately, the girl jumped at him and covered his mouth with her hands. The girl ended up sitting on him in a cowgirl position. Then, she bent over, showing her outworldly beautiful face.

"Sssshh… Don't make any noise. Do as I say and you won't end up like that."

Alfred turned his glance to the corpse that used to be Herman. He could also feel a cold pointy object poking his neck, and he knew that it was a dagger. Herman's dagger.

"Do you get it now?"

Without making any useless movement, Alfred only nodded frantically. Seeing that, the girl grinned widely, showing a pair of fangs that shouldn't be of a human's.

"A-Are you… really that Philia?"

Alfred dared ask the girl, and it just made the girl grin more widely.

"Yes, I'm Philia. The slave you love the most, to the point you didn't even give me proper meal and left me rotting in that basement of yours. Ah, I still remember that day when you stripped me naked and almost did 'that' to me! It was thanks to your ignorance that I had become this skinny and you lost your 'appetite', wasn't it? I wonder if you took good care of me… What would you have done, huh?"

The girl widened her eyes and her golden pupils started to glow, smearing in her hatred and agony. Alfred could only tremble when looking at that.

"And that man, Herman. He shut his own mouth despite knowing that! Alfred this, Alfred that… Fuck that! Don't you know how miserable it was for me!?"

The girl inhaled deeply and a moment later, she calmed down. Then, she whispered right in his ear.

"But well, it's all in the past… And now, aren't you happy to see me alive? You won't even have to trouble yourself explaining to your boss, will you? Hihihi…"

The fear grew stronger in Alfred's heart. He knew the girl in front of him was no longer the meek slave he used to torture. She was something else and the girl really knew that and made use of it to inflict more fear to him.

"That is… If only you live for another day, Alfred."

"H-Huh?"

With a single thrust from her hand, the dagger stabbed through Alfred's esophagus, tearing it apart along with his throat. With his chance to make any voice permanently robbed, he made a blurping sound from his mouth while blood spurted from the wound and splashed to the girl's face. He felt a terrible pain as he fell on his back and writhed in agony. She then licked the corner of her mouth, as she stayed unhinged by the fact that she killed another person in just two days after coming back to life.

"And~ It's done, nicely if I have to say... Huh? What do you mean by that?"

The girl seemingly talked to herself.

"Nah, it won't matter. Anyway, it's time to eat! But before that, I need his clothes."

The girl rustled and took all of Alfred’s belongings and when she was done, the corpse drowned into her shadow while being pulled by countless black tentacles.

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