Stored life force is 5% filled.

I am truly weak. Aren't I? Arbri is right. How naive of me thinking that I will be able to fulfill my dreams without having to do dirty work myself. If I can't even kill a monster that would not hesitate to kill me, then there is no way in The Eleven Hells that my dreams will ever become true...

The feeling of killing for the first time overwhelmed me. It was either me or the rat, and we both want one thing: Food. This time it was me who won and did not become food.

This make me wonder how hunters, adventurers and soldiers deal with being the bringers of death? How do they reason so their hearts are not weighed down by each kill? How do they live their lives without thinking about it?

Arbri is correct yet again, I will have to kill more. I do not want to do it, but I got little choice if I ever want to get out of here. This whole dungeon must be crawling with monsters wanting to eat me.

I just want to get home! Damn that Mystia! I clench my fists and yell at the top of my lungs in frustration before putting my head between my legs while covering it with my bloodied arms. Arbri just calmly sits next to me with Carrot on her side.

Alert: Extremely unstable mental state of ego detected!

Warning: Repetition of sources of extreme stress will cause irreversible changes!

I just ignore those boxes, I am too tired and hungry to read them. Speaking of which, I might as well honor the dead rat by eating it. It is me who caused its early descent into the grave after all. After a while I then look up again from my little "cocoon" and look at the corpse of the rat.

"Food it is." I say in a tired voice, and then sigh as I walk over to the half buried rat. Now how can I even start eating it? I do not even have a knife so I can't cut loose anything. Never mind that, I am so hungry now that I am not picky about table manners. The fruit which Arbri gave me to eat earlier, can I no longer feel in my tummy.

Extreme situations require extreme solutions. I think as I chant up a [Lesser dark bolt] and then fling at the corpse which then become engulfed in dark fire. Then with the help of a somewhat sharp rock I splinter off a skewer from my wooden branch.

The smell of cooked and charred meat is now prominent, and it makes the hunger pangs feel even worse. Like a hungry animal I start drooling at the scent. After a while the dark fire wore off and the cracked skin of the rat is now charred, and steam can be seen rising out of it.

With little hesitation I dig in my skewer on the still hot skin on the leg which the rat had managed to get out. I used all my strength to pull out the skewer with its surrounding meat. A disgusting tearing sound was heard, but I now have a skewer with meat on it. A little of it looks uncooked but at this point I do not care.

I take a bite out of the rat meat skewer and swallows the meat down with relatively easy effort. It tastes disgusting but its food.

It took quite a while for me to eat until I felt full, and by then the dead rat looked like as if someone has punched holes all over it at random. This feeling of being full made me feel disgusted, but it's better than the alternative of starving. My face, neck and arms were now full of meat juices and blood. It does not matter, I can clean off myself in the lake.

"What now?" I ask myself as I stand up after my feeding frenzy. I then look at my still bloodied wooden branch while throwing away the skewer in my hand. "I need to become stronger." I say before picking it up and walking off to the lake.

I thoroughly cleaned up myself as much as I could in the lake. Then I head off looking for more monsters. If I ever want to get out of here alive, I need to stop feeling squeamish every time I encounter a monster. The thought of this made me hit the ground with my branch in frustration several times during my search.

Eventually I found more of those rats. I see two of them by the lakeside. One of them are drinking, and the other one looks like it is on the outlook for danger. Compared to my first fight I feel a little less anxiety, but I still just want to leave this place and hide in a corner. But I must become strong. I breathe in and out slowly in order to try calming myself.

The rats now switch positions and I need to find a way to take them down before they leave. I now see Carrot coming into my view beside me. My ever faithful servant.

I figure if I set the guarding rat on fire it will be too busy being worried about that so I can then smash the drinking rat into pieces. Not a really clever plan but it will do. I then take a look at Carrot again and they just tilt their head to the side. I then grit my teeth. It is for your own good Biali! Remember that.

When the guarding rat looks away I then quickly chant and cast a [Lesser dark bolt] at it. It screams bloody murder when the flames engulf it! The noises make me feel sick.

Hit the dungeon rat for 4 damage!

Dungeon rat is now on fire!

Dungeon rat is now enraged!

"Just bear with it!" I tell myself as I charge the other rat which is now watching in terror as its friend became a living bonfire. Carrot charges it too and tries to pin it down by one of its hind legs. The rat noticed it, but by the time it did I already swung down my wooden branch with all my might onto its head.

A familiar crunch was heard, and the rat fell limp on the mud next to the lake with blood coming out of its ears and nose.

Critical hit on weak spot!

Hit the dungeon rat for 20 damage!

Dungeon rat is now unconscious!

Hit the dungeon rat for 2 burn damage!

Hit the dungeon rat for 2 burn damage!

Hit the dungeon rat for 2 burn damage!

Hit the dungeon rat for 2 burn damage!

Dungeon rat is no longer on fire!

The other rat is no longer on fire and it has a look of pure hatred coming out of its one good eye which is not singed by the fire. It makes a hissing sound before it pounces at me while seemingly ignoring the pain from its gross burn wounds.

Suddenly I feel a burning sensation in my left arm and I yelp out in pain.

Took 2 damage from the dungeon rats attack.

Remaining health is 22.

As I feel the pain surge through my left arm, my plushie Carrot tackles the rat and tries to pin it down. The sensation of sickness becomes even stronger now and I feel like I want to vomit. While the rat is pinned down it tries to bite and scratch at Carrot but only seems to do superficial damage to it.

"Keep. It. Together. Biali." I say with my shaky voice. I look at the wrestling going on between Carrot and the burnt rat. No clear winner yet and everything feels so unreal.

Alert: Extremely unstable mental state of ego detected!

Warning: Repetition of sources of extreme stress will cause irreversible changes!

I snap out of my daze and the feeling of sickness has gone down a bit. Then I look down at my wooden branch and raise it up above my head over the pinned down rat. I gulp and look at the rat.

"Better you than me." I say as I swing down the branch at the rat. With a crunching noise it lands down onto a piece skin which has been charred and cracked from the heat. It shatters the skin and bits of flesh flies out of it along with a spurt of blood. The rat cries out in extreme pain and its legs start flailing around like mad.

Hit the dungeon rat for 8 damage!

Then I hit again. And again. And again until it stops moving. In the end it just lies twitching on the floor.

Hit the dungeon rat for 8 damage!

Hit the dungeon rat for 8 damage!

...

Defeated dungeon rat!

You absorbed its life force!

"Finish what you start Biali." I say to myself as I look at the other rat which is still unconscious. With a merciful smash to the head I put it out of its misery.

Defeated dungeon rat!

You absorbed its life force!

Stored life force is 15% filled.

I drop my bloodied wooden branch down and a feeling emptiness showers all over me. My hands are now bloodied yet again, but this time I got my own blood mixed in as well. I sigh and look up at the cracks in the ceiling over Arbri's tree. The light that fall through now is not as bright anymore. How much time has I spent here?

Alert: Extremely unstable mental state of ego detected!

Warning: Repetition of sources of extreme stress will cause irreversible changes!

I squeeze both my hands hard and look at them now. A mixture of rage, sadness and determination fills me as tears start falling down my face.

"No... No. No, I won't let you break me Mystia!" I yell and punch the muddy floor with both of my fists.

"I will become much stronger than you! Just you watch!" I claw at the mud and grabs two handfuls.

"If you thought I will die here, you are wrong! VERY WRONG!" I stand up and throw the clumps of mud with determination toward the lake. The clumps splash before sinking down. Not mere hate anymore. I then start to laugh.

"You will see!" My voice echoes throughout the oasis now. But I do not care because I am now making a declaration of my will.

"Even if I has to kill every single monster here I will survive and then come after you! If you thought this will break the princess, then fine! I won't be a little princess anymore, but I will become your doom instead!

You clearly do not know who you made as an enemy the day you raided my daddies castle!" I hear how my own voice becoming more and more distorted as all of my emotions are poured into my speech.

I look around myself and I can see how the ground which I touched is now blackened as if burnt. A feeling of serenity and warmth now fills my mind. A feeling of purpose. A much greater feeling than depression and hopelessness.

I stand up again while picking up my wooden branch which now is permanently tinted red from blood. Instead of feeling sorry for myself I instead make a grin. Time to stop moping Biali and get to work!

My arm now starts hurting so I clean off all the blood in the lake, and rips off the sleeve of the left arm of my nightgown in order to bandage it. Good thing I saw how the nurses did it back home after I hurt my leg while playing one day.

First aid Lv. 1 skill acquired.

Effect: Each level allows for more serious wounds to be treated.

I made my declaration of my will, and I intend to follow it. This dungeon will in the end just be the first of my conquests. Just you watch heroes. Just watch.