《The Boy of the Slums》Slaughter and Survival - Part 2
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(??? POV)
It was a sensation of floating, that I felt when I was born. I felt that my body did not have a particular shape, even then, I had vague memories of having retained a shape that should be classified as ‘Human’.
In my memories, I could recall knowledge of all kinds. From the knowledge required by those who kill, to the knowledge required by those who save. I, however, had no memories of how I got that knowledge. There were no memories related to anything at all. All there was a desire. A desire to protect somebody I called important. I felt that if I did not protect him, everything would fall apart for me. I would lose meaning in my existence.
This thought invoked an instinctual fear in me. I went looking for him. Although there were many obstacles in my path, I passed through them all. My body which, according to my knowledge, has been ‘human’ should not have been able to pass through them. However, this body could. Moreover, I could not touch anything unless I really focused on it.
There were also a lot of strange powers that I had. But I did not pay them any mind and kept looking for him. And I found him. He was there sitting on the ground in dirty clothes. My heart ached seeing his figure. However, I could not do anything. Fortunately, he found people he could lean on a little. But life was still not easy. He had to work hard to get ‘food’. I, however, did not need it and could survive off the mana released by people unconsciously.
When he struggled, there were many difficulties he faced, like not knowing how to do something, to the people getting in his way. However, he overcame them all. Seeing him work hard at such young age, my heart was torn apart, but there was also a sense of pride somewhere in my heart. I continued watching over him for a time that according to my memories should have been ‘one month’.
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After this, I confirmed my own appearance. Apparently, I did not have a fixed appearance and I could take on any form I desired. However, the size of my body was not enough for me to take the form I wanted.
Name: ——
Level: 1
HP: 6
Race: Revenant (Lesser Demon)
Age: 0
STR: 7 DEF: 2 AGI: 10 DEX: 4
MP: 30 INT: 16 MIND: 43
Skills:
Inherent Skills:
Psychokinesis Lv 1 Shape Shifting Lv 1 Float Lv 1 Intangible Lv 1 Possession Lv 1 Fear Lv 1 Materialisation Lv 1 Magic Perception Lv 1 Magic Manipulation Lv 1 Healing Magic Lv 1 Cooking Lv 1 Cleaning Lv 1 Sewing Lv 1 Knitting Lv 1
Acquired Skills:
Indomitable Lv 3
Unique Skills: None
Gifts: None
My instinct then told me that if I wanted to grow, I would have to gain experience by killing. However, the knowledge from my memories told me to not kill humans. Fortunately, there was a forest nearby, which should have been the boundary of forest of elves.
After I gained knowledge of my skills, I went in the forest and hunted the monsters roaming there. I did not need to sleep, therefore, in the day I would watch over him and in the night, I would go to hunt in the forest. As I kept doing it for about a year, I gained experience. My levels increased, and when it reached Lv 10 I ‘evolved’ from my previous form to a new higher ranking existence.
Name: ——
Level: 1
HP: 45
Race: Phantom (Lower Demon)
Age: 0
STR: 37 DEF: 22 AGI: 60 DEX: 34
MP: 130 INT: 46 MIND: 210
Skills:
Inherent Skills:
Psychokinesis Lv 6 Shape Shifting Lv 5 Flight Lv 3 Intangible Lv 6 Possession Lv 1 Fear Lv 3 Materialisation Lv 7 Magic Perception Lv 7 Magic Manipulation Lv 5 Healing Magic Lv 1 Cooking Lv 1 Cleaning Lv 1 Sewing Lv 1 Knitting Lv 1
Acquired Skills:
Indomitable Lv 3 Unattributed Magic Arts Lv 3 Fire Magic Arts Lv 2 Water Magic Arts Lv 3 Wind Magic Arts Lv 3 Earth Magic Arts Lv 1 Presence Perception Lv 5 Close Combat Arts Lv 5 Rending Claws Lv 3
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Unique Skills: None
Gifts: None
The new body I received let me have a vaguely human appearance, however, it was still not enough for me to gain a completely human form. I continued to hunt, and as I gained experience, it became easier for me to kill other monsters. However, the experience I required to level up also kept increasing and I soon found myself taking more than twice the time it took me to level up before.
One night, as I was hunting like this, the town was attacked. As soon as I noticed I rushed back. My heart was drowned in chaos at that time, thinking what I would do if something happened to him. However, fortunately, he survived. But he had an expression of sorrow on his face. I kept watch over him, but could not do anything. I thought now was not the right time to show myself.
Then, the town was attacked again. I wanted him to run, however, he tried to fight the assailants. Even thought there were about a hundred of them, he still decided to face them. However, he and I both noticed the large number of people carrying weapons coming here. He thought of running away with his friend. But he saw his friend being killed in front of his eyes.
In anger, he tried to kill the murderer, however, the tables were turned on him, and the murderer cruelly stitched him to the floor of a burning building. I thought of helping him but was able to barely hold myself back. It was frustrating, however, I could not come in front of him without caution. There was fear in my heart that perhaps he would not accept me.
But, right now, that fear was being overtaken by sadness and anger. Sadness of watching him suffering in pain that I could not even imagine, and anger at myself for still being unable to come in front of him. As I was thinking this, the anger took over and I decided to reveal myself. However, he had already lost consciousness.
I took the sword out of his arm, and gently carried him outside the building. If this was my previous form, I would have been unable to even properly hold him, but after using this body for a year, and moreover, evolving to a higher form, I could carry him. After carrying him outside, I healed all his wounds with my healing magic, and carried him to a part of the town where there would be very little chance of someone finding him.
Although I wanted to take him outside the town to the forest, it was very dangerous. At night, the monsters were more active, so much so that a weakened state would be dangerous, not to say anything about unconscious. I laid him down. Seeing at his face, I cannot even think that he can fight someone.
Caressing his head a last time, I stood up. Now was not the time to think about peace. I decided to kill all those who had tried to harm him.
Name: ——
Level: 19
HP: 156
Race: Wight (Lower Demon)
Age: 0
STR: 57 DEF: 46 AGI: 150 DEX: 45
MP: 330 INT: 105 MIND: 350
Skills:
Inherent Skills:
Psychokinesis Lv 8 Shape Shifting Lv 6 Flight Lv 5 Intangible Lv 6 Possession Lv 1 Fear Lv 4 Materialisation Lv 8 Magic Perception Lv 8 Magic Manipulation Lv 7 Healing Magic Lv 1 Cooking Lv 1 Cleaning Lv 1 Sewing Lv 1 Knitting Lv 1
Acquired Skills:
Indomitable Lv 4 Unattributed Magic Arts Lv 5 Fire Magic Arts Lv 3 Water Magic Arts Lv 3 Wind Magic Arts Lv 3 Earth Magic Arts Lv 2 Presence Perception Lv 6 Close Combat Arts Lv 5 Rending Claws Lv 4
Unique Skills: None
Gifts: None
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