《Practically, I am weak because "I AM A WEED!" [Author Disappeared. ]》Chapter 1: I'm Weak, eh?
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Chapter 1: I am weak eh?
The sky is blue, fluffy clouds. Such a gentle breeze on what a wonderful day. So…
{WHY THE HECK, I'M A WEED?!}
Alright, calm down. Takes a deep breath, Fuu… Slowly breath it out, Ha...
{HOW THE HECK CAN I CALM DOWN?!!}
Just now, I was binge eating hamburgers at the maid cafe and there was a call from a cute junior at my workplace. She asked me to buy her a meal because she had a lot of workloads and couldn’t eat lunch. So, I bought her set A, the happy meal. On the way to my office… wait a sec, I couldn’t remember that part. [What happen eh?]
I’m pretty sure that I was walking to the office since it only two building away from the company. But, no matter how I’ve tried, I couldn’t remember what happen. I only realized that I had already become a weed.
[Practically just a weed.]
Could it be that I died along the way and now I got reincarnated? Like those kinds of RPG web novels with the common plot where mc reincarnated into a non-human, anyhow, {WHY THE **** MUST I BE A WEED?! Plus, I was a woman!}
Don’t doubt me. I may not look like it or sound like it but I am a woman.
It’s just that, I was a tall woman with 5.9-foot height, quieter but not anti-socialize, “docile” but curse a lot in my mind and last but not the least, I love action and adventurous games. I do look attractive like a model though it just when I wore makeup. Hence, never in my lifetime that I had a man for me. Uuu, I want to cry.
{Haa…}
Alright, off we go with the sad life. Let see if I can move around a little.
{Mgh, ug… uuuuuuuuu…. urgh! ngh…grr} *grunting noises
3 hours later.
Regretfully saying, I have failed miserably.
Honestly, you must be wondering how I know I have turned into a weed right? Well, first of all, at my surrounding there's only weed. Secondly, my point of view is as high as the weed around me. Last but not least, although I don’t have the eye, I could see all part of my body including my root and my vein. I don’t know if you could count it as seeing but I could somehow envision around me and myself.
I had tried to move my root left and right but all I could do was grew my roots to find water sources. Huhu…
Seriously, God. Can I just ask you one question? There was a list of many other living things you could have to turn me into. Why did you must let me become a weed? Not only that I couldn’t move I couldn’t talk too! Plus, there were no living things that I could talk to here! Well.. if there was any, I would be eaten by now.
{Ha…}
Aye, no God will answer me. If there were any, I will curse him till he regrets to have ever created me.
Well now, I better off living by myself, for now, I just need to know if I could ever walk in this new form. If I couldn’t move my root left to right, perhaps upward will do?
NGHHHHHHHHH... As I grunt inside my mind, I tried thinking inside my head and imagine the roots being pulled upward.
Yet again, the answer is a big [Nope], nothing happened.
…
Even though there was no wind blowing, I was able to wave my leaf from left to right as I want. And when I feel dry, I could grow my roots downward until it finds water sources. I don’t know how do I know the method to do it but, it comes naturally for me. I fill myself by sucking in the water contained in the wet soil. After I finished, I shortened the root back to its normal length.
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When I move my leaf, I don’t feel like moving my hand and I had this unnatural and uncomfortable feeling as if I was moving my entire head, body part and including the hand. When I grow my roots it feels as if I have countless legs and am able to control each end of the root separately, it is really unpleasant and bizarre feeling for me.
So, I concluded the leaf as my upper part which included my head and hands while the roots work as my legs. But if I can’t get out of the earth, I will never meet my hairy legs. Haha. Enough joking, this is a serious matter as I need to get out of the earth to meet something alive. Staying here will cause me to lose my mind.
{Hm…? Staying will cause me to go insane...}
Could it be that the other weeds here are also alive but they weren’t able to get out and then went insane? HA?! That is highly possible since we had no mouth so we couldn’t talk to each other and how would we know there actually other people here, ugh, ugh, ugh, come on legs, WORK! I DON’T WANT TO BECOME A FOOL!
Sob, sob, I want to cry, I want eyes so that I could cry! I want mouth so badly so that I could curse… I want to be a human!!
[One particular hour later...]
Now that I have calmed down, I get some good news. I could grow and shrink the root anyhow I want, as long and as short as I desired, also able to grow it left to right side of the earth even extended far away till the huge tree approximately 100 meters away from me but… {I STILL CAN’T GET OUT OF THE FUDGING EARTH!}
...
There is something that I had in my mind for a while but haven’t tried it because I doubt that it will work exactly as I wish it would. The idea is, will shrink the root as small as possible get me out of the earth? The shortest roots for the record that I have tried is just the normal length of the normal condition of the root.
Just thinking is useless, so I will try now.
Urgh, I get the cramped-like feel when I try to shrink it more than the normal length. The feeling of my leg being shortened is seriously making me feel ill and intensely freaky as if you get some really small and short legs, you know what I mean? {No, you don’t because you are a human!} Actually, who on the hell that I have been talking to-- Never mind, better talking than goes insane.
The feel of the roots being shortened… I have said it for the countless times already but it really is freaky. {Hmm?} Oh wait, I get the feeling that this will work, my legs are already near the end of the first thin layer of the earth. Forcing my hand to push downward as the legs gradually shrink and almost disappear from my body part, I chant and prays in extremely fast paced. {FIGHTING! COME ON, YOU CAN DO IT! UP! UP! UP! UP!!!! GO UP!!!!!!} *Pop*
{Whoops, oops, oops…} *rolls backward*
{Whew…} when I pulled myself upward, I rolled like a sushi roll and bump with a stone… {Fufufu.}
{Kukukuku… Kuhahahaha! YAYYYYYYYYY!!! IT DOES WORK!!! Truly, it works! It damns hell work! This BRAIN DOES NOT EXIST FOR NOTHING BABY! THAT FELT LIKE IT TOOK DECADES} but now I have no root… -sobs-
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{Hm…} let’s see if I can grow it back even though I’m out of the earth. {Urgh} I shuddered in disgust as the feeling is incomparable freakiness when I tried to grow the legs out of the earth. *Susssusuusus [effect sound of root slithering] --- … It was much easier than shortening them and as expected, it grows perfectly, yep. For now, let’s try to stand.
Wait, a baby starts by crawling right? Should I do that but it will take more time and double the work… but if by sense, I am a baby, right? A newborn weed equals a baby human, right? Or maybe not since plants lifespan are different by the type and most lived much longer than human… so am I or am I not a baby… oh, I’m getting far from the main point here, should I walk or should I crawl. ...
………
…...
After wasting another hour by debating with my mind, I made up my mind for a decision to try to walk. For now, the basic is to stand and I have yet standing since the moment I got out of the earth.
By pushing down the earth floor by using both my feeble-looking leafs and tries to stand with my twelve feeble-looking roots, I was shaking terribly as there was nothing that help supports me and after a long repetition of pause and trying again, FINALLY! I was able to stand.
Well, I was only standing but have yet to walk.
The question is, can I walk? For now, divided the twelve roots by two part and I get a pair of the leg. Alright, simple! Next, let’s get the right side to move forward. {Wooohohoho, oops, damn it,} I still feel awkward with these new legs so it is no wonder that I fall… Let stand up again! I wobble terribly like a baby.
First, the right side moves forward. To control each strand of the root is easy even though it takes time for me to get used to the freaky feeling, I was able to get the right side move forward. Second, the left side to move forward. Then right, then left, and right, and left.
… Another one hour later.
{Haha…}
{Hahahahah…}
{I-I can walk! Mommy, I can walk!!!}
{I AM A GENIUS!!!!} I cheer inside my mind while walking left and right at fast paced until I got too excited that I bump against the stone again.
{Oww} It’s hurt but, I definitely able to walk, {mommy!!} Oh, do I have a mom here as well? Do plants have a parent, though?
{Nope, I don’t think so.} Though I might be called as a bud [child of the plant, hehe how smart am I?], there is basically no life here that I can call as my relative. I have left the group of weeds that I born with, whether they are sane or they are not alive, I could never count them as my relative. But, for a weed to actually able to walk, this world is surely not the planet earth that I know of. Perhaps, it is the world where monsters and magic exist, which is why phenomenon as me is possible.
So, just thinking ah, if this world is like what I thought.
"An RPG World"
I’m guessing that the skill system exists here, also the skill proficiency and whatsoever like too.
{Shall I test them out?}
Wait, first thing first. Don’t be like those stupid main characters that choose appraisal just because you want to know what you are. I already know that currently, I am practically a weed, so there is no need to know of such a thing. Though appraisal is tempting but I am the weakest of the weakest being that was created in the whole world, if there is World’s Book of Record here, surely I will be inside of it as the weakest living thing in history.
So… World System administrator.
{I would like to obtain a skill, please!}
…
No one answers me? Did I guess it, wrong? Then, how about Skill System?
{I would like to obtain a skill, please!}
…
Yet again, no one replies.
Perhaps, this world is not an RPG world but is a magic world… but… that’s incredibly disappointing. Alrighty, the last try, if this one doesn’t work then I give up.
{Voice of Heaven, I would like to gain a skill}
『Skill Point: 100
Would you like to use it for a random skill?
Yes|No 』
{No! Sorry}, that was only a trial, but {thank you very-very-very much for responding!!}
{Hu…. HURRAYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!}
Like I guessed, this world has an RPG setting. The heaven’s voice with robot like generated voice proves it. Having experienced many odd things in a day has changed my mindset, even hearing VoH voice just by pure instinct. Alright, gaming master, this is your time. Pull out that brain of yours for my sake.
And so… After an hour cramming my brain.
There are a whole series of skills in my mind but only some of that are good for me. Such as "absorb", "cloning", "camouflage", "parasite", "adapt", "alertness", "disguise" and "sneak". I might also want the "intimidate" as a skill but I’m not sure how well it will turn out for me.
...
After listing up the skill in my mind, I think about the effect of the skill. It's a 50/50 chance that the skills I thought of will not work as I thought it would. Plus I was wondering why the points that I have is 100, it was a wild guess but I think an average skill will cost me 100 points each. I couldn't do anything else than praying to my unreliable luck, amen.
"Cloning" is incredibly good but if I were to meet a rabbit, for example, I, including my clones would definitely be eaten by it. Haha… Cute fluffy rabbit, I hope you are not here...
"Camouflage" might be good too but there were circumstances like the fire that either nature phenomenon or man-made would definitely burn me alive [that would not be good, ugh…]. "Alertness" is an alternative skill so I will leave it for now. "Parasite" is good, "adapt" is good. "Disguise"? I’m pretty sure if I obtain that skill I will be OP but what can a weed disguise into?
"Sneak"? Nah… Too bad but it was also an alternative skill.
So left us with "Parasite" and "Adapt", I guess?
Alright, eenie meenie miny mo, who I choose for will you ever know?
……...
{VoH [Voice of Heaven], I would like to use skill point for parasite!}
『Skill Point: 100. Parasite LV 1 is available; would you like to use it? 』
{YES!}
Ttring!
『Parasite LV 1 acquired』
So, what do I do now?
{He… Hehe… I’m stupid.
Practically stupid.}
……………….
As for why ‘parasite’ over ‘adapt’ is I don’t know how ‘adapt’ work. While I kind of has a vague guess how parasite works. Since I have adopted this kid [parasite-chan], should I just try an error? Like, "parasite" on! No way, right?
Hm? Eh? Somehow, I-I ended up perched on a tree. And I feel nutrient or energy… whatever it was, it surging into me!
…
Phew, after only one minute the tree quickly dried up and wilted away.
I don’t feel any different. No bad effect or whatsoever but I could say for sure that the skill is working. Fufufu… being a weed supposed to rhyme with weak [JK, hehe] but SEE?! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!! DON’T ****ING CHOOSE APPRAISAL BUT CHOOSE WHAT SUIT YOU MOST!!
Few people will understand what I’m feeling at this current moment. God knows how I feel but it’s not like he cares.
I walk with ease after gaining a skill. As a weed, I don’t have the need to sleep, eat or poop, since I don’t even have an organ to excrete, not to mention I also don’t have food to digest. For energy, I simply have to bath under the sun or searching for water sources using my root.
Say… I am terribly lonely right now. For most the reason I feel lonely, I was actually a chatter box in past life even though I am docile and quieter than most women but I am myself a woman. If I am with my close friend or family, there wasn’t a doubt that I am a chatterbox. To not have people to talk with, this is the first time that I feel lonely.
Plus, there wasn’t a single being that I could found after an hour walking. Though I call it walking, if compare with human maybe I was trotting or as fast as snail only. After all, I might only be a size of a little dwarf fairy.
ARGH~! BE ITS MONSTER OR BEAST, ANY LIVING THING WILL DO! I JUST WANT SOME LIVING THING ACROSS ME!!
…
This is so boring… Perhaps I don’t eat much salt in my past life, that is why my curse won’t come true.
I got too bored that I became lazy to even walk. Well, it was only for short time since I would rather walk than do nothing. But as I walk, my mind constantly questioning “Why didn’t I just choose appraisal”. If I had "appraisal", I could hear some voices even if it was a skill talking.
Regret is my only option but I don’t really feel that way because I was satisfied with parasite-chan.
If I count it right, it has been 7 hours since I became a weed. It was evening when I first realized it and now it should be midnight BUT IT”S NOT. It is still evening, I can tell because the sun is still visible in the sky. Ever since my cursing, I was using my parasite-chan constantly that it has reached level 5.
I realized a few things while raising my skill.
The higher the skill level is, the harder it is to raise it, and it also depends on what type of thing that I use my skill on. Like if I use parasite on fruit it wilts faster but the skill raises slower yet if I use parasite on the tree it wilts slower but the skill raises faster. If I don’t play the games, I will never have this kind of wide pieces of knowledge and will never be guessed on how things work. ALL HAIL GAMERS!
And so, I kept focusing on parasit-ing the trees. Fufufu, poor trees. If only you could talk, I would be cursed throughout the process. I have settled down after 7 hours becoming a weed. I could also walk faster, run, jump and even jump on a tree to another tree. What amazes me is that I was only a size of the tree leaf?
Hmm? It so windy tonight, feels like a storm brewing in. Eh… could it be… my enemy wasn’t rabbit, monster or even fire but… THIS STUPID HELLISH WIND?!!!
AAHH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~……………
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urgh… I… as a weed.
I am weak, eh?
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