We march slowly through the woods, taking our leisure since the sleepless night that we spent. Around us, the scenery slowly changed, from small, sparse thickets of young trees to a proper meadow, with old, big trees pointing towards the sky.

> asks Retel.

I have already told them about my circumstances, but I did not share any proper detail about my past life with them.

>

My reply takes them by surprise.

> Levia shouts.

Her concern makes me smile. Of course, they think monsters and even demons to be the norm.

> I reply.

The two of them continue asking me questions about my previous life, and I happily share the rough details.

> asks Heod. He was silent for most of my explanation, but his interest sparked as I started talking about computers and other marvels of my world.

>.

Heod seems satisfied by my answer.

> he says with a resolute expression.

I smile at him and nod...but old man, you should not expect much knowledge from me, since I never really understood any complicated science theory and just learned the basic things at school.

> Levia's voice is a bit uncertain.

>

I sigh, thinking about the proper words to use.

>

The group stopped. Retel looks down, while Levia brings her hand to her mouth, her eyes widening with sudden surprise and sadness.

Perhaps...did they misunderstand?

> Heod mutters.

Not you too, old man!

>

Still, it does not seem my words give them any comfort. More than that, the simple thought of a world were only human exist seem to give them a lot to think about.

>Heod breaks the mood, suggesting us to stop.

Judging from the sun's position, although it is barely visible from under the trees, it should be around noon.

And so, camping on the soft soil under the old pine trees, I recalled and shared the joys of my world's food.

Well, Heod's food tastes delicious, and I am not a picky eater, so I don't think that reproducing my world's recipes will be something I will focus on. I'm not some kind of Japanese light novel's main character.

Still, it was pleasant to share my memories with the group. Although the mood got a bit heavy when we spoke before, now we're back to the carefree conversations that started the day.

We rest there for some time after lunch, since no immediate threats are around. Well...to be fair...there seems to be nothing around us, as far as my skill can see. Only the trees. No birds, no small animals. I didn't notice it immediately, since I was immersed in my conversation, but...it surely feels weird.

> says Heod, approaching me.

>

Heod nods, as he sits besides me.

>

He's pointing towards a group of trees, slightly in the distance. They seem way taller than the other around us, and have a darker color.

>.

Heod stares towards the distant trees.

> asks Levia.

Heod shakes his head.

>

Heod says so with a serious look on his face.

> asks Retel , a bit concerned.

>

Please, don't say something like this...it's after such sentences that everything goes in a bad way.

Instead, the day goes on without anything unpleasant.

At night-time, Retel volunteers for the first turn of guard duty, boasting that he can see during the night almost as if the sun is shining. Well, whatever. As long as he does a proper job.

Wrapping myself up in my sleep bag, I immediately fall asleep.

[Navi: Welcome to the Dream Interface! Congratulations for your recent Level Up! Here, you will be able to allocate your hard earned STAT points and SKILL however you desire! Would you like to start?]

I see myself, almost like an out of body experience...no, this is definitely one of those things.

My body floats in a dark, empty place.

The only other thing here is Navi's voice.

Sighing deeply, I say “yes” to her question.

[Navi: Wonderful! Let's start. Here you can see your current Statistics, a representation of several aspects of you physical prowess and magical power.]

A panel now floats in front of my body. Written on it, I see 5 categories, each one followed by a pitiful number: 1.

> I mutter.

[Navi: Here, these abbreviations correspond to several aspects: STR stands for strength, a measure of muscular power and resistance. Boosting this stat will increase attack power and defense. Next, we ave AGI, short for agility. Upgrading this stat will lead to quicker movements and faster reflexes. INT stands for intelligence, increasing this stats will improve detection abilities and amplify the effect of spells and magic resistances (it will not make you smarter, however). ACC is accuracy, and, as it sounds, it influences the precision of each action and the possibility of landing critical hits. Next, but not last, we have LCK...a mysterious stat, with no effect on standard actions. Or is it? Choose wisely!]

Navi's explanation is a bit long, but it showed me some useful info. This decision should not be made lightly, since I need to properly think about my strong points and boost them. Or should I put some points into things that I currently lack? Ahhh! This is the thing that I always got wrong in games! I always end up making mixed characters, with well rounded stats but without any proper strong points.

Should I become a strong warrior? Or boost my agility and become a ninja?

Well, I have five points at my disposal here. It seems health and mana, although they are shown in my info, are not directly related to these five stats, and instead grow by a fixed amount with each level up.

Since I do not have access to magic, this time I will not put any points into INT stat. That leaves me with five points to distribute into four stats.

Well, raw damage and defense are always good, so I put one point into STR. Next, one point each to ACC and AGI. Faster movements and attacks, and more precision.

Looks like I' m building a quality build...the difficulty in this world is also similar to that game, it seems. I wonder if some Giant Dads roam this world...

Chuckling about myself, I return my attention to the task at hand.

I 'm left with two points. My eyes wander to the LCK stat. The description was a bit unclear, but...it's tempting.

Finally, I give in. Two points to LCK. I hope it's worth it.

[Navi: STAT allocation complete. Confirm?]

I nod my head.

[Navi: Next, SKILL point allocation! This can be used to level up one of the existing skills, or to acquire a new one from the SKILL TREE! Would you like to proceed?]

Again, I say yes to my immaterial companion.

Immediately, the dark space around my body illuminates. Tree-like branches are expanding from my body, shining with different colors. On each branch, several spheres can be seen.

It's...huge! There could be more than thousands of those!

By the looks of it, it seems each sphere represents a skill. I can move to every part of the SKILL TREE in an instant.

I immediately find the skills that I possess.

They are the closest to my body, each embedded in the proper branch.

Each branch seems to represent a category.

The “crafting” and “cooking” skills, for example, lie on the “common life” branch, while Inquisitive Eye stands on the “recon” branch. There are several other branches, with titles like “combat”, “language” and so on.

My best bet here would be to use it on one of the skills I rely upon, like Black Fluid or Inquisitive Eye.

As I search for those, an unexpected sound booms in the air.

[Navi: Danger! D&nG%! UNK2o\N iNt€rf]

Not this shit again!

The skill tree crumbles with a sound of broken glass.

> I shout at the black, empty space.

A familiar sound surrounds me.

His laughter.

From the darkness, the Laughing Man emerges.

> I shout towards my old acquaintance.

> he says.

What the hell...

>

The man shrugs his shoulders.

> he said with a concerned look.

>

He sighs, deeply.

>

The scenery around us changes and becomes a pleasant grass field, with the sky burning in the colors of sunset.

>

Without properly realizing what is going on, I comply with the Laughing Man's request.

>

In the sky, stars and planet unfold as the Laughing Man explains his story.

>

Images of humans and other creatures were now around us. Vast empires, armies clashing and monuments reaching up to the sky itself.

<

And so, the jealous GODS moved to the abandoned worlds, claiming them for themselves. At first. But then, they wanted more praise, more worshipers, and began to turn their interest towards other worlds ruled by their brothers>>

He makes a dramatic pause, as the images in the sky shift into a black, starless night.

>

So, that's how it is...some sort of turf war between omnipotent beings.

>

The man laughs.

>

His expression turns serious.

>

Of course, there can be only one answer...

> I mutter.

>

It's a bit difficult to accept what he is saying, but...if he's right...I should have been one of those so-called Heroes...

>

My head hurts from all this nonsense talk.

>

Wonderful, a game of chess between three gods. Lucky me.

>

My question leaves him puzzled for a bit. He then breaks into a wide smile.

>

I swear, if I hear the word “GOD” one more time...

>

> I say with a fed up tone.

> says the Laughing Man while clapping his hands.

> I jump to my feet, grabbing the man's collar as I shout right into his face.

His expression turns sour, and he pushes me away.

He rises, darkness swirling around as his face twists in anger.

> his voice sounds like thunder.

>.

Quick as it came, the anger fades from his face. It left me trembling, as I felt the fury of his power.

>

He extend his hand towards me. Still shaken, I am conflicted about what to do. He could be lying to me...and yet, something deep inside me feels like he's telling the truth.

> I shout as I grab his hand.

> he says with a wide smile.

My head hurts, like it's being split right in two...I feel something being torn from me. It's painful, more than everything I have ever experienced. More than death.

I see light leaving my body. It's pretty, sparkling in thousands of colors...but I feel a ominous sensation from it.

The lights dissolve, imploding with a loud, crackling sound.

I fall to my knees, gasping for air as I hold my chest.

Shadows flow towards me, condensing into vein-looking things that creep up on my arms and legs, entering MY veins, staining them black.

The blackness rises, up on my arms, to my chest, my neck, and finally my head.

It ends, and a familiar voice resounds in my head.

[Navi: Hello, Roshal! This is your new, improved Dream Navigator, offered by the almighty Azatoth! I'll be in your care from now on!]

What is that ominous sounding name?

> I mutter.

>.

> I ask while trembling.

>

He invites me so.

Abiding to his words, I activate the Status Window from the new Navi.

As I see what is written there, I burst out laughing.

My level, name and stats...and even the skills are all the same as before. There is only one, tiny line added to the Status Menu under my name.

It reads “Title”.

And, as my freshly gained titled, three words are listed.

Candidate Demon Lord.

I burst out in laughter again. This is too much! And what the hell means “Candidate”? Am I a devil in training? Do I need to make an internship before I become a proper one? Will I get a paycheck raise?

> I say while crying from laughter.

>

His voice sounds a bit patronizing, though.

> I retort.

A sad smile pops up on the Laughing Man's face.

> he says.

Patting my shoulder, he starts smiling again.

>

As he says so, I immediately wake up.

The night still paints the sky with blackness and stars, and the fading campfire near us only emits a dim, weak light.

A thick fog is all around, shifting the world into gray shadows.

> I mutter, slowly rising to my feet.

Besides me, Levia and Heod are still asleep.

Retel however, is missing. He should have been on guard duty tonight, maybe he left to relieve himself?

But something does not look right here...I grab a torch from my inventory, lighting it on the waning campfire's coals, and activate my detection skill. It...doesn't work? What the hell?

[Navi: All skill functions besides Black Fluid are integrated in the New Me! Isn't it wonderful, Master?]

What is this development here!

>

As I say so, a sound rings in my head. Now I can properly see, even with the darkness and mist around us. More importantly, the skill seems to not deactivate like before.

In the distance, I spot Retel

> I shout.

Retel is standing in front of something. Shapes move in the mist around us, and a chilling sound starts resounding in the air.

Like a child's cry.

> Levia 's voice is still sleepy.

Heod springs up, with a concerned look on his tired face.

>

> I whisper.

She nods, shaking off her sleepiness. Her little hands grab the bow lying besides her, and she notches and arrow, aiming right where I point my finger.

Retel is still approaching the thing. Although their shapes should be hidden by the mist, I can see them clearly with my skill.

In front of my friend, a child-like silhouette is sitting on the ground, sobbing with a child-like voice,cradling its own knees.

Like a child lost in the woods.

> I mutter.

Following my command, the arrow flies inside the mist.

Retel screams in surprise. He falls on his back, and starts tumbling away from the creature before managing to get up and run towards us.

> Levia's voice is full of concern.

He's uninjured, luckily enough.

As the arrow hit the mark, the mist dissolves.

Now, all four of us are staring at the little thing.

It really looks like a child. Easy to mistake for one in the dark, even more when the mist is around.

The arrow sticking out of the small head makes for a ghastly view.

I can see Levia reaching her hands to her mouth.

> she mutters, her voice already broken.

The child slowly turns his head towards us.

As the moonlight illuminates our surroundings, we can clearly see the face staring back at us.

Empty eyes, and a smile that is too big for a human face. The child's mouth gapes even further, revealing a set of long, thorn-like teeth dripping with saliva.

> Heod remarks while trembling.

The thing abruptly turns its neck to the side, making a loud, cracking sound as the little head turns upside down. The same thing it does to shoulders and arms, and now it starts moving towards us.

It reminds me of how a little girl descended some stairs in a iconic horror movie...

Instead, that thing is not a little girl. Not even a human.

[Navi: Detected-Dryad lvl 8-Suggested Extreme Caution]

Weren't those things supposed to just stay inside their home?

Whatever...we need to defend ourselves, right now.

I grab Retel's arm, shaking it to make him regain his composure.

> I shout to him.

He shakes his head, and look at me with a resolute expression.

As we are talking, I hear the Dryad's shriek. A bone-chilling sound...

Roots burst out from under our feet, entangling me and Retel. As I look towards Levia and Heod, I see that they met the same fate.

We are trapped.

Struggling with all my might, I cannot resist the crushing strength that these roots possess. As they bind and strangle, I fall to my knees.

The Dryad is coming closer to us.

From the monster's mouth comes a weird, clicking noise...I don't know why, but it seems I can almost...understand it.

>

Is it some kind of mental attack?

[Navi: Negative- The Dryad is only communicating via telepathy]

Huh? It looks like I' m the only one who can understand it.

I try to shout to it, but it does not react to my words. It only repeats the same sentence, over and over.

Something is weird in the way the Dryad moves. And, it could have easily killed at least one of us, but...it did not do it.

Why? It's almost like...the Dryad is struggling against something. I have a bad feeling about this...

I focus my attention on the Dryad. It looks like...something is tied around the child-like body, thin threads of golden light that flicker, pulsing...the threads extends toward the Meadows.

Is it being...controlled?

[Navi: Enemy Dryad- Status: Mana Possession]

So...it is being controlled.

Perhaps the Dryad never wanted to hurt us, but instead is being forced to do so. For now, it's resisting...but how much will it hold?

Right as I think so, the Dryad shrieks again. A painful cry, full of sorrow. The thread of light around it now are fully visible, and the monsters starts rushing towards Levia.

I need to do something.

Mustering all my will, I use Black Fluid. I need to quickly cut the roots that restrain me and my companions.

As I manifest the skill...

[Navi: Combat Assist- Form control Assist. Would you like to activate?]

Of course, yes! This is a critical moment!

A sound rings in my head.

Black Fluid twirls around me, changing into claw-like blades and shredding the roots to pieces.

I am free now, but the Dryad is almost on Levia. It jumps towards her, raising its clawed arm to slash at the beast-girl.

Desperate, I focus all my will into a single shot from Black Fluid.

Hopefully I will hit the thing before it attacks.

Levia's scream resounds in the air. The Dryad stabs her thorn-like claws in her belly, gushing out blood from my companion's body.

My attack connects at the same time, hitting the Dryad's flank and shredding the thing's body as it expands blades of Black fluid.

> I shout, running towards her small figure, hoping that it's not too late.

Meanwhile, the Dryad collapses to the ground.

The wound I gave her is shallow, but my attack somehow destroyed the golden threads, freeing the Dryad from whatever was controlling her.

>

A faint whisper in my mind. The roots binding my companions are now retreating inside the ground, and the other two are rushing to our side.

I grab Levia before her body hits the soil.

The wound is bad...

My hands tremble, as I mutter incoherent words.

It cannot be...

Retel shouts, and he jumps towards the Dryad with his spear in hands. He stabs, again and again, shouting all his fury as he tries to hit the monster.

The thing stops his assault, blocking the spear with a single hand.

She...smiles at Retel. Not the terrifying expression she gave us before, but a kind, generous smile.

Green light is wrapping around the Dryad, and her figure warps, changes.

Her monstrous features are gone, and now a beautiful young woman stands between us.

>

She extends her hand towards Levia.

Green light ripples from her fingers, wrapping on the wounded beast-girl's body.

Levia gasps in pain, but her face relaxes.

I can see the wound on her belly recede, as the gaping skin slowly becomes whole again.

The girl open her eyes again, as I hold her in my arms.

Retel jumps to us, crying.

>the Dryad's voice is now calm, almost soothing in her kind tone.

I check her again, to ascertain if the mind control is properly gone. As Navi confirms so, I try to speak with the Dryad.

> I try to ask gently, but my voice still holds anger.

I truly thought to have lost my friend here.

>

She says as she strokes Levia's hair.

Retel still looks at her with hateful eyes, while Heod has a sorrowful expression.

He clears his throat.

>

A moment of silence follows Heod's question, as the Dryad lifts her head with her eyes closed. Almost as if she's listening to something.

>

Heod strikes his fist to a nearby tree.

> he shouts.

What to do now...it seems that the news about the village being attacked left the group in disarray. Although they were mistreated by the inhabitants, it's still their home. Of course they would feel like this.

>

Levia's voice carries sorrow, but her eyes show determination.

I shake my head.

>.

My words are harsh, I know. But, it's the truth. We barely managed to wound a single Dryad, and almost lost Levia here. Against six of them, and the mysterious person controlling them, we have no hope.

>

This time Retel gives voice to his desire to rush to the village.

Heod stays silent. He surely understands how it would be suicide to go there. Still, I can feel his unrest.

The same sensation I felt during the attack on the fort. To be unable to do anything.

>

I catch myself shouting at them. I admire their resolution, but I don't want them to lose their life.

>

Levia's reply leaves me speechless.

Retel too is silent, but I can see it in his eyes. He will go, no matter what I say or do to stop him.

>

Why...why must they behave so stubbornly like this.

We bicker more, and more. I even pull out my weapon and point it towards Retel

> I shout to him, trying to sound as menacing as I can.

But my hand trembles.

>

Retel's eyes burn with determination.

I let my weapon fall and hit his face with my fist.

Retel simply takes the hit, without even flinching.

A small stream of blood flows from his nose.

He turns his back on me, and leaves with Levia toward the woods.

Heod calls their name with a desperate voice.

But the two don't turn their back, and disappear among the threes.

>

The old man grabs my collar, as he cries bitter tears.

His broken voice is painful to hear, but I cannot bring myself to chase them.

I just look away, like the coward I am.

I stay there clutching my fist in anger.

Enraged, I hit a nearby tree, again, and again, until my hand hurts.

Falling on my knees, I just stay there. Letting time slip by as my friends rush into the night towards a certain death.

Even Heod gives up on me, and he sits in desperation, cradling his head.

I feel a light touch on my shoulder. As I look behind me, the Dryad smiles at me.

>

Her gentle voice feels more painful than harsh words.

>.

She slaps me.

As I hold my cheek in surprise, she takes my hand into hers.

>

Her words only make me feel more miserable. Am I really leaving them alone, facing certain death? I swore to myself to never behave like this again, letting others die as I hide cowardly. And yet here I am, acting selfishly in self preservation.

Taking a deep breath, I rise.

Clutching her hand, I mutter a simple sentence.

>.

As the Dryad nods with a smile, I rush towards the trees.

Run. Only this thought occupies my mind, as I spend every energy in me to run, faster than I ever had.

How stupid of me, to just stay there.

We could have thought of something, perhaps build a plan.

Properly prepared and together, we would have stood a chance.

Instead, I let my fears hold me...I let my comrades go alone.

They are faster than me, so I will probably reach them after they enter the village, after they start fighting.

If we will survive this, I will be glad to spend my time apologizing to those two. I swear.

Please, if you are listening...Azatoth, God or whoever you are...let them be safe!

For the first time in my two lives, I prayed.

As I exit the woods, exhausted, a blazing fire is in front of me. Sounds of metal clashing rise from the destroyed village.

I rush inside, screaming my companion's names.

Corpses of villagers are scattered in the road, crushed and maimed. Some of them are still tangles by roots that seem to pierce the deceased bodies.

I try to not puke while looking at this macabre show.

As I push on into the burning village, I come across a Dryad's dead body.

In the distance, about fifty meters away from me, I can see a group of humans fight two Dryads.

I rush to their side, hoping that Retel and Levia are there.

The human are struggling against the Dryads, but thanks to that the monsters did not notice me as I approached them.

[Navi: Detected-Dryad lvl 6 (x2). Status-Full Mana Possession/ Unable to dispel. Advised elimination of target]

So, defeating them is the only option...

Using Black Fluid, I shot them down. Again and again. I bind them changing the shot's shape as they connect, pinning them into the ground as I shot more and more.

The Dryads retaliate, and manage to hurt me with shallow wounds...perhaps these too are holding back, like the one in the forest?

Seeing the Dryads being attacked, the villagers rally and strike at them, defeating the Dryads together with me.

> a voice whispers into my mind.

> I shout with all my breath.

Frantically, I ask each villager if they saw the two beast-kin.

>one of the villagers point into the direction with his finger.

I can see something moving in the shadows.

[Navi: Found them ♪ Right ahead!]

Navi's cheerful voice reassures me. It seems they are injured, but still alive.

I recover my Black Fluid and rush to their side, not even caring about my wounds.

The small square is covered in debris, and here and there the bodies of fallen villagers lie upon their blood.

In the center, Retel is fending a Dryad's attack. His spear lies embedded in the Dryad's shoulder, and he's using his pole-arm to block the incoming blows. Levia is behind him, injured on her leg. She is straining herself using her skill to heal herself and Retel

I shot the Dryad, changing the Black Fluid to tentacle form as the first shot connects. The tentacles block the Dryad's movements, and Retel uses this opportunity to decapitate the monster.

He looks at me.

I expected anger, his furious words thrown at me for letting them go like this, without supporting their decision.

> he simply says with a smug smile.

Don't make me cry here...

> I say to them.

>

The sudden voice leaves us speechless. Sitting on the roof of a nearby house, a small child, no more than ten years old, is watching the scene.

His pure-white,curly unkempt hair covers his eyes, and a wry smile is painted on his face, warping his beautiful features into an arrogant expression befitting an adult more than a child.

Wearing a light blue tunic, he sits there, dangling his leg from the roof.

As I turn toward him, his figure disappears.

>.

In a split second, he is now behind me. A sudden feeling of danger grasps my thoughts, and I jump away from him.

The boy laughs.

[Navi: Resisted-Full Mana Possession]

What? So, is this boy the one causing this mayhem?

As I focus on him, my eyes widen in surprise.

[Navi: Detected- Damien (Human) lvl 75]

It was not his level that surprised me, but the title shown beside his name.

Hero.

This is too soon...fighting an enemy like a Hero, right from the start?

Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. An arrow, shot from behind, pierced my flesh.

As I turn to the shot's direction...

> Levia's voice is broken, as she stands with her hands still gripping the bow. A crown of golden treads circles her head, and tears run from her eyes.

> I mutter as she notches another arrow.

> Retel shouts as he struggles against his own body.

The same light is wrapped around his head.

[Navi: Retel lvl2- Levia lvl4- Status: Full Mana Possession]

Another arrow flies from Levia's bow.

The boy...Damian laughs. He kicks me, sending me flying. Landing on my back, I shout in pain.

> the boy says while shaking his head patronizingly.

>

Pointing at my friends, he starts moving his fingers in the air. In response, Retel and Levia begin to dance, following the movement of his fingers.

They cry in pain with every movement they are forced to do.

>

His childish laugh resounds in the air.

> he says with malice in his voice.

Retel rushes towards me, his pole-arm ready to strike. I barely manage to avoid the blow, only to be hurt by Levia's arrow.

Retel jumps back at me, and I barely manage to parry his blow by pulling out a spear from my inventory.

He pushes me back, making me fall on my knees as he relentlessly trusts his weapon to hit me.

And with each strike, his voice...

> again and again.

This is beyond sadism. This is pure madness...

Damian seems entertained by what he sees. Clapping his hands, he cheers for my companions as they try to kill me.

The battle goes on, as I desperately try to evade the attacks.

Still, it's not like I am able to retaliate here...

Only using my weapon to defend myself, I am being cornered.

The wounds on my leg and shoulders are in constant pain, and I barely can move enough to avoid or repel Retel's attack.

But, the most terrible thing is their plea...as they maintain their consciousness, unable to stop their hand as Damien's spell forces them to hurt me.

> the child Hero complains with a fed up tone.

> I shout in anger.

I swear to kill him, no matter what it takes.

The boy laughs, mockingly.

Distracted by him, I receive a kick from Retel.

This is bad...I will die if I do not something about this situation.

I cannot use Black Fluid in a lethal way...but perhaps I could restrain the two of them?

Resolved, I activate the skill with Navi's support.

Using the Navigator to assist me in shaping the Fluid, I form several ropes as I try to entangle Retel with them. He manages to cut free from the skill, initially, but I manage to keep him still in the end.

>

Damned brat...

I shot Black Fluid at him, but the attack simply bounces off him.

He starts laughing, amused.

>

I attack him once more. This time, he does not even move to defend himself.

The child laughs again.

>

Ignoring him, I focus on keeping Retel tangled as I try to reach Levia.

I am at my limit here...

She is fast, however. I've been using Black Fluid to defend myself from her arrows while I dealt with Retel...luckily, the remodeled Navi can even assist me by automatically moving my skill to intercept incoming attacks.

This mode takes a huge toll on me, as I feel more and more tired every second.

I need to end this quickly.

Still, Levia evades every single attack I unleash at her.

Closing in on me, she abandons the bow and simply attacks with fists and kicks.

Good. Scattering Black fluid around, I avoid and parry her blows.

Each punch is so heavy, and she manages to hurt me with her nails.

As we fight, I jump away from her and activate the scattered Black Fluid.

The tentacles wrap around her slender figure, attacking from multiple directions all around her. She struggles, but in the end I manage to pin her to the ground.

> I mutter, as I end up using too much strength to restrain her, breaking her arm in the process.

The Hero's childish voice resounds in the air.

> the boy shouts to me.

I shot Black fluid at him, again and again. Every time he just swats the attack on the side, using a single hand.

I try to restrain him with the same technique I used on Retel and Levia, but he simply breaks the restraints, without even putting any effort in doing so.

Think...I need to think...every attack just bounces on his skin, and I cannot use something like magic since I do not possess any.

It's like his body is impervious to injury...or is he?

If you cannot strike from outside...

A reckless, hopeless, and probably really stupid plan pops into my mind.

I attack him once again. This time, the shot I fire explodes into a black smoke right in front of Damian's face.

He takes a deep sigh.

>.

As he says so, he points his finger at me.

A burning sensation explodes in my guts. From his finger, a golden laser-like light is fired, piercing my stomach and leaving me bleeding.

I cough out blood, as a second, and third attack pierce both my arms and my chest.

It's almost as if he's toying with me...no, he definitely is.

His mocking laughter...I will make him choke on it.

Damian comes closer and kicks my face.

From his blow, I tumble backwards, ending up sprawling with my back on the ground.

My vision is starting to fade...

Still, I need to do resist.

The Hero is now on me, pinning my chest down with his foot, pushing me to the ground as he grovels in delight.

>.

His triumphant expression fades...as he sees my smile.

> he mutters, perplexed.

> with my last breath, I spit out those words, and activate Black Fluid for the last time.

My skill's original form was a black mist. Since the skill I hold now is an upgraded version of that original one, I should be able to revert it back to the mist form, right?

On that thought alone I based this stupid, reckless and hopeless strategy.

I tested it on him with my first shot. As he repelled it, I quickly transformed the Black Fluid projectile into thin mist, exerting myself to make it as scarce as I could.

Of course, this action required difficult calculations and extreme control and precision, and only thanks to the assist by the new Navi I could manage to do so.

Basically, I turned my Black Fluid into gas.

It worked, and the boy did not seem to notice the gas-form skill in the air around him.

Without noticing, he stood into the gas, and he breathed it.

That means...Black Fluid is now into his lungs.

And, as I activate it again...

The sound he makes is revolting, choking on his own blood.

I repeat the activation, again and again, as the Black Fluid inside his lungs reverts to liquid form and explodes into spear-shaped protrusions, piercing his body from within.

His face twists in pain...good.

It seems his skin really cannot be pierced...but his insides are just like those of any other human being. Soft, defenseless...vulnerable.

> the Hero mutters as his voice breaks into bubbling sounds.

The child collapses into the ground.

It is not the end, however.

Golden light swirls around him...and it explodes, bursting into a flame like aura, raging all around him.

He coughs, and spits out the Black Fluid from his body.

It seems all damage on him has been healed.

>

Enraged, the boy jumps high into the sky.

>

His shout echoes all around, as he lifts his arm and gathers energy into his hand.

A golden sphere pulses in his grasp, for one moment before he launches it towards the ground.

With my last effort, I wrap my companions with my skill.

Maybe it will not be enough, but it is the only thing I can do to protect them.

After that, the world faded into light.

[Navi: Warning! Critical conditions! Warning!]

Just...shut up...let me fade away.

Voices are around me, they seem to call my name.

I hear a faint sound in the distance...is it a siren? An ambulance?

I slowly open my eyes again.

>

The voices are distant, confused.

I try to speak, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I feel the hard texture of asphalt with my hands...the air smell like burnt rubber.

What is going on? A woman cries and sobs, she says she's sorry, that I popped out in front of her at the last second.

I try to move my legs but they don't budge. Panic rises and takes hold.

Move...move... I am stuck, locked into my own body.

I can feel myself being lifted by strong hands. Unknown persons strip my clothes, pierce my skin with needles...I feel the world bleeding out from me.

And my name is being called...but, what is my name? I don't recall it. And that damn smell doesn't leave my nose, it's unpleasant.

A light shines before my eyes, and someone puts some kind of mask upon my mouth. I feel the air, pure, rushing into my lungs.

Breathing feels heavy, so heavy and painful.

> mutters a female voice, but no woman is around me, only two men busy doing something, rubbing two things together and pushing them on my chest...it looks so silly.

The female voice again...who is this Roshal she is calling.

Just leave me be...I want to fade into the light.

Now I am alone, floating into a dark space. It...feels so wrong. A golden light shines in front of me, but I see something moving inside it, something so unpleasant that it makes me want to puke.

It speaks, he tells me an absurd promise, but I know he lies...I feel it in my chest.

I try to flee, but moving is hard into this space. And the thing is closing in, spewing lies and insults.

I extend my hand and hope that someone grabs it...

It is all a dream, memories mixed up by my own mind. This is not real, as I am dead and fading away. How silly of me to think such things, of other worlds and magic and Gods.

There is no such thing. I just need to fade away.

And I almost do so. Only a feeling keeps me here, and makes me turn towards the light. It is that voice, calling that name that only few moments ago I did not recognize. There are other voices with hers, calling me, begging me to wake up.

I did already experience something like this. The first time I died. Only, there were no voices to call me then, and I faded from the world, alone.

But here, the voices call me back. I am not faded away, yet.

I am still here.

I shout to them, again and again. They cannot hear me, it seems, but that does not stop me.

And so, I struggle...I run towards the voice, and as I do so, they grow stronger, they become REAL again.

I become real, as my memory becomes clearer with every step.

The illusion breaks, like shattered glass, and I am whole again.

One last trick from my old friend, it seems. But I will not let myself to be fooled so easily. This time, I open my eyes again, my real eyes.

As the world takes shapes again, a familiar face is in front of me.

Her expression is twisted, as tears run from her eyes into her beautiful cheeks.

She shouts, and someone else comes rushing. They shout my name, and cry, but their voice sounds happy.

They mutter my name, and then they shout it.

Levia hugs me with all her might, while Retel stands besides her, holding my hand as he tries to do a tough face, failing miserably.

Hell, I only met them few days ago, and yet they show more affection to me than the people from my previous life that I knew for years.

I try to move, but my body refuses so.

[Navi: Critical Damage, impossible to move- Permanent Damaged absent- Healing Magic applied-estimated recovery time: 1 week]

Even Navi's voice is soothing to me.

It seems that, in the end, we managed to survive this predicament.

We are still in the ruined village.

The Hero, Damian, disappeared right after his attack. He probably thought to have killed us for sure.

Well, we will probably have to fight him again.

After the explosion, we were blown away. I managed to protect Retel and Levia with my skill, absorbing a bit of damage and thus saving their life.

When the explosion subsided, they searched for me into the debris.

It was thanks to the Dryads that I am still alive. After my attack on Damian, the shock of him being hurt broke his spell, releasing the Dryads and my companions from his control.

As the Hero fled, they rushed to our side, saving my life with their healing magic.

Still, why the hell did the Hero appear here...it's like trouble follows every step I take in this world.

And his attack...what was his purpose here?

Too many things are still unknown to me. The only thing I know is that, as I am now, I am pitifully weak compared to them.

Even with the wounds that I inflicted him, he did not die and healed almost immediately.

Overwhelming power...so that's the existence called “Hero”.

To beat them, to survive, I only have one thing to do. Become stronger than them.

This time, I used an underhanded tactic, but the next time a cheap trick like that will not be enough.

I need to become stronger, and fast.

With those thoughts in mind, I fell asleep once again.

The next week went by, with me being unable to even lift a finger. Still, I have been nursed by Levia and old Heod....the poor girl even cooked for me.

According to Heod, he rushed here as soon as he heard the explosion in the village. When he found me, collapsed on the ground, he thought the worst had happened.

He stood there as the Dryads used their magic, walking restless like a parent outside of his child's hospital room.

During my recovery, he mixed his potions with my food.

> he said with his usual smile. But I could see the concern behind those words.

He too realized that me, Levia and Heod are safe by pure and sheer luck.

He even told me, in a moment where we were alone in the room. It's sad to see a man his age cry in frustration, but I understand what he felt, seeing us in this sorry state.

> I heard him scold Retel and Levia.

Still, it could end much, much worse than this.

We could have been dead, the three of us. Instead, we ended up with only some scars to remind us of what happened.

As my injuries are now healed, I share my resolution with the group.

I tell them everything...besides the Demon Lord thing...that feels a little embarrassing.

Still, they made their will to follow me pretty clear. Even after knowing how strong will the enemy be. Not only monsters, but also Heroes will be on my, on our path. Even knowing so, they decided to come with me, to get stronger with me.

Still, as the day dawns, we leave the village behind, heading out into the road again.