Life Is A Game : Rise Of The Bloodvolva

"- Ah here you are! So, how did it go ?"

We are greeted by Alyssa when we got home, curious to know how my grandfather's first "magic show" went.

"- Well "little lyssa" your grandfather can kill slimes in one shot. It's impressive to see him throw blue spheres on green "blobs". And funny. They explode as soon as they touch them!

- Wow, I want to see !" She said with a high voice while skipping.

I tell her that maybe later. Then I ask Marie if she is ready:

"- It's your turn redh... Marie. Are you ready?

- You still wanted to call me redhead, right ?" She sigh. " Yes I am ready, I really do not know what I will be able to do, however ...

- We will see. Mom, can you prepare food for when you come back? Two hours should be good, same as grandfather."

My mother nods and we leave. As the day before, Marie is equipped with my jacket and my mother's pants, same for the shoes she wears. She has my two kobold daggers and trembles slightly holding them against her. She's scared, normal. She will face creatures wanting to kill her and will have to kill them before they do. It's a terrible mental challenge I guess ...

(To be totally out of sync with the standard way of thinking seems good now anyway, I'm lucky to be a little sociopathic on the edges ... and psychopath too ... for a world like this I think that these are excellent mental conditions)

I get on my bike and start it, Marie puts on her helmet and then settles behind me. We slowly leave the property and I accelerate suddenly. She shouts a little (which amuses me) and clings to me (which I appreciate strangely).

We arrive quickly and safely at the roundabout. I really feel her tremble now. I look at her and see that she is staring at the Goblin army.

(Ah ... oups I forgot ... the goblin's r*pe and all ...)

- Um ... Marie ?" I try to get her attention. "Hey Marie ?" Without success.

(Oh come on, move on to something else already, he's dead and they're weak and do not even attack us !) F.u.c.k I need someone to explain to me about these "panic fears", between Alyssa and the snakes and now Marie and the goblins ...)

I made her let go of me and get off the bike to turn to her and settle in front of her. She looks at me in the eyes, but I do not say anything. She is the first to speak:

"- E ... excuse me ... I'm struggling with that ... it's just that ... When I see these creatures ... I think of those who ... who killed Myriam ...

(Oh the other woman's name was Myriam ... I'll probably forget her in three minutes, "saddly")

"- I know. I understand."

(That's not true but she needs that I think)

"- so when I see them there ... so many ... I feel bad ... I want to puke actually ...

(It's true that she's pale ... You. Do not. Vomit. On. My bike !)

I then do the only thing that comes to my mind: I grab her face and force her to look me straight in the eye and then I activate [Predator's eye]. It's so sudden that his shakings stop.

"- You are with me. You are my [Subordinate]. You are part of my group. You are strong by my side. You're going to live, it's clear there ?"

Silence reigns for a good minute, her eyes glued to mine. Suddenly she closes them and I feel her whole body relax. Her arms slide to rest on her legs, her head is heavy in my hands.

(she fainted, are you kidding me ?!)

I start removing my hands from his face when I hear her :

"- No ... leave them there ..."

(Ah, she's conscious, actually, but why does she want me to hold her face?)

So I'm still holding it without understanding why, but after all I'm getting used to her quirk. Finally she opens her eyes again and plunges them into mine.

"- Thank you for being here for me when I need you ... you have definitely not changed since we were children ... always helping me ..."

(Oh, but I do not even remember who you are ...)

She must see that I do not see what she's talking about because she laughs a little bitterly:

"-Ahah ... you do not really remember anything is it not ...

- sorry ... (why am I sorry ?!)

She shakes her head:

- Do not worry, you're like that, I'm not surprised, a little disappointed but not surprised.

- Sorry (again?!)

- Ok let's go, I'm good, we have to make me ... "grind" ? is that the word "?

I smile, hear a "non-initiated" talking with the vocabulary of geeks always makes me laugh.

"- I am perhaps terribly bad with human interactions, but if I know something perfectly it is fighting and the video games ... among other thing...Anyway ! I will make sure that you can survive in our new world."

She acquiesces and we finally get off the bike.

"- Good, slimes are not suitable for you, their acid will damage your weapons. By the way, talking about weapons, are these daggers ok for you? You do not want me to lend you my ax or machete?

She thinks then say no, she will be more comfortable with a kobold dagger, she even takes one in her hands tightens her grip on it.

(well ... first thing, let's fix how she hold a dagger, then I'll give her some easy "kills" to get her up and get her used to killing, then we'll go to the fight itself ...)

I begin by explaining to her how to properly hold her weapon by taking my knife to show her. I make some movements and she imitates me but her way of holding it is not firm when she pretends to stab.

"- Wait, come here I'll show you", I tell her while passing behind her and holding her hands.

"- What do you...

- I'm just showing you, do not call me pervert for some reason again".

She remains silent.

Our handling session lasts a good half hour, much too long for my taste especially for the result, but currently I will have to be satisfied. After that I go, unarmed, to the [Miniblins], they are many but weak, and she has no trauma with them, they will serve me.

"- Well ... I'm going to kill it first, I want you to print this image: it's killing or being killed. When you have understood correctly ... you will have your first "kill"."

I hear her swallow loudly. I enter the area and instantly a horde of little devil converges on me. They do not even come to my knees but they remain armed monsters in excess, I remain on my guard. The first monster is on me quickly, they are small but terribly fast. He throws himself on my legs, his little fork forward. My legs are already twice as long as their bodies so I have no trouble to extend and ...

Tump *

Ah ...

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You defeated a [Miniblin Scout] (level 4)

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(Oops ... I did not think that a c.h.e.s.t kick would sink his ribcage like that ... well let's continue, anyway I have to kill them so that's fine ...)

The second creature is on me as I look at the c.h.e.s.t strangely depressed of the first. It throws itself exactly the same way, I avoid it with a single step aside and catches it by the top of the skull then throws it on those who come after him. I then have a funny show (and ridiculous ... especially ridiculous in fact) in front of me: the third takes the flying miniblin in the head and is throw back by the shock. The two "monsters" then enter the whole group following them and it is then a real mess of cries and complaints: a dozen fall back when the first strikes them, those behind them march on them and then also fall because they are unbalanced by those who they crush. Those who try to avoid the pileup pushes each other and I even see one who receives a fork in the eye from his neighbor. I burst out laughing at the situation, these creatures rush on me to kill me atrociously I'm sure, and it end in road accident where everyone pushes and walks on eachother. Finally they quickly get up again and hear me laughing at them.

(ahahah ... ahah ... aaah, this situation is so... ah they look at me with so much hate, i hope that a skill that kills in one look does not exist otherwise i am in deep sh*t ahah ! But wait ... my [predator's eye] has an effect of terror on the weak no? At higher level I can perhaps terrify them to death! But that means there could be other skill like that. .. so I'm not out of business in fact)

It's amazing how sometimes any situation can bring new ideas but also bad news.

The group finally resumed it's charge and now I am surrounded by pissed off little devils wanting to plant their little forks or tridents all over my body. But they are now hesitant to approach, they are suspicious of me.

"- Well ... do you see Marie ? If you show them that you're much stronger and confident than them, your opponent will hesitate, like them now ! They are much more numerous and yet do not dare approach me."

As if to show my total superiority, I turn around and walk quietly towards the roundabout. The monsters to whom I advance start to recoil and suddenly one of them grow a pair and screams in a frightfully sharp voice :

- Giiiiiiii !

(again this cry, like the goblins ... damn it, I hate it !)

The other [Miniblins] finaly stop going backwards and some even start to advance, weapons in hand. The fight begins again, and I must say that to face dwarves like them ... it's very complicated !

(I feel like I'm killing little kids !) They're up to my knees, do almos nothing to me, and make noises so unpleasant !

This does not prevent, however, a massacre on my part, and with my b.a.r.e hands: I catch one and I smash its bones and throws it on others, I kick and three fly from it, I can not hit them with my fists as they are small but some climb me or jump to the right height so that I can still hit them. I continue to kill them but I realize that my Pv decreases all the same, they are literally overwhelming me under their number. But I am a Blóðvölva ...

"- [Blood absorption] !"

Their blood that covers me is immediately absorbed by my pores and my Hp go back but I do not gain stats points however, I do not fully absorb one and momify it after all. I finally arrive almost at the edge of the zone and I feel the tide of angry midgetdiminishing around me, but those who are on me persist and continue to plant their forks everywhere (while they do not even pierce my clothes or only barely ...).

I am at the limit, then I start to get rid of some to keep only four on me, [Irritating Miniblin] a little stronger than the others.

"- [Predator's Eye] !"

My eyes turn red and I see the mass of enemies stop moving. Even those who are on me stop attacking me and just hang on. I take this opportunity to get out of their zone of attack, four Miniblins still on me. Marie looks at me a little scared.

(Yes I must admit that it's rather amazing as a show of strength ... coming out of a tide of dwarves armed with fork with four of them still on me while being almost untouched ... my skills are really practical against weak mobs)

"- Well ... what do you think ?" I ask her while removing the terrified pests from me.

"- You ... you are ...

- Strong. I am stronger than these creatures so they do not do much to me unless they are really overwhelming. This is the power of this new "system". The strong can not be killed by the weak, even if there is an army. Skills and stats can create such a gap between monsters.

- ... you just included yourself in monsters no ?" She tells me, worried.

I remain silent. Without paying attention. I think I'm giving up the idea of being human more and more. I sigh :

"- Yes. Because I am one. I am a [Blóðvölva], a [half-monster] absorbing the blood of his enemies. I am what comes close to a vampire, although they drink the blood to live and me it's to recover or strengthen myself ... but so yes I am a monster according to this "system" and. .. and according to me too...