The Skill Collector

The sun had fallen by the time we had finished our business talks in a village along the mountain.

She asked me if I should stay overnight because it was dangerous and start tomorrow. "Because I want to complete the rush requirements," she said after turning down the village.

Walking down the streets connected to the capital, you can see small lights in the direction of the path.

"Is it the lantern light? It's rare this late at night."

I raise myself to the shelf and raise the skill levels of "Night Eye" and "Thousand Eyes" to gaze.

It was the woman with the lantern in her hand that got the same vision in my eyes as during the day.

One piece that would have originally been white with thin dirty hair stretched all the way around the ankle. That's the only unusual outfit, but when I look at my legs, they're barefoot.

"You're careless not to carry weapons either. Even though the streets are full of demons."

The ground is flattened and has few irregularities. The carriage is also a path that can run fine, but the pebbles are still rolling, so walking with a dash is tough.

It also looks like the demon chased me away, but I feel uncomfortable with my footsteps.

I have encountered occasions where old men roam late at night, but that never meets in plains where demons walk wide about in towns and villages.

Not to mention that this place is quite far from the village and town.

"There may be no possibility of a lost woman, but if you think about it normally, it's like a demon."

It becomes limited when it becomes a demon of the human form. I don't see a different appearance from a person like an animal or a half beast, so then a vampire or spiritual kind. Or more likely undead like ghosts, evil spirits, zombies, or living dead.

I am not a spirit because my body is not transparent. Zombies, living dead or around vampires when it comes to it?

I don't feel life force when I explore the signs, so I guess zombies or living dead, called moving corpses, are the real deal.

Many people are treated in the same way without knowing the difference between a living dead and a zombie. But it's the same and different demons.

Zombies are corpses forcibly resurrected by spells, magic, etc.

Living Dead refers to a corpse that has resurrected itself for some reason or another.

Normally, this situation would frighten me first without even thinking about it, but those emotions left me hundreds of years ago.

Some skills are foreseeable as day even in the middle of the night, so they are not subject to fear.

As the distance gradually approaches, there is a slight smell of rot.

Apparently, you were right. I can't make an ugly decision because I have the majority of my face hidden in my forehead. If you hadn't gotten pretty close even if you were starting to rot, you'd be corrupt to such an extent that you wouldn't notice the difference.

"I'm sure it's undead, but the problem is intelligence,"

Undead, commonly known as immortality, are few individuals who maintain their intelligence even after death, when they were human beings. Spirits without flesh, such as ghosts and evil spirits, are particularly inclined to do so.

Zombies and Living Dead...... let's keep it as a moving corpse because it's not clear. They vary in the level of intelligence due to the corrosion of the flesh.

From what I can tell by the smell and appearance, it hasn't been too long since I died. Considering the cool season, is it reasonable to consider it less than half a month after death?

Whether or not the conversation will go through is remarkable.

A woman walking like a drag on her leg approaches close range.

The eyes that you can see through the gap in your forehead are still looking at me. No light in the eyes...... cloudy eyes of the dead.

"Good evening, beautiful starry sky. Is this a late-night walk?

I'll try to talk to him with a smile.

The other person only answers nothing and stares in silence.

"Psychology" is also a useless opponent because I can't read the expression.

"I think it's noisy to walk alone with a woman."

"No, no, no... it could be... ooh..."

A small, listening, spicy, sticky voice. I guess my vocal cords are damaged too.

"Were you on your way home? You can't leave one woman on the night lane, so would you mind if I sent her closer?

"Ha... No, no, no... Ooh... Shima..."

"Thank you, because one misses you. Well, let's get to it."

You will return to the way you came, but walk next door to suit the woman's gait.

Proceed slowly and slowly.

Occasionally the movement stops and looks around.

And stare at me next door. And every time I...

"What's wrong? You're on your way home, aren't you?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Yes, I'll accompany you."

Asking questions reminded you of your purpose, and you start walking again.

Repeat that over and over again.

It is told that moving corpses lose people's memory and humanity because their brains manipulate memories and thoughts are rotten, but they are not. Actually, when you're a moving corpse, it's always because you get 'forgotten' skills.

The corpse that moves with the flesh rotting and losing its life in the first place is out of man's mind. Its brain has already lost its work and its body is moved by… a soul that cannot be separated from its body. I mean, it's a ghost.

Spirits such as ghosts and evil spirits whose existence away from the flesh. Zombies, living dead are the spirits who continue to stay in the flesh.

It is not yet known why such a difference occurs.

The moving corpse that got "oblivion" gradually rises in level after time, with individual differences, but loses all people's memories in hours to days.

I checked her skills but she seems to quickly forget what she was doing because of her high 'oblivion' level. So we need to remind him what he was doing by talking to him from time to time like this.

Another feature of moving corpses, the 'cannibal' skills, were also examined but at low levels. I might be able to contain my appetite on my own with this.

"Where is your home?"

"This ooh... Michi no ooh... Saki no no no no..."

"Really? If you don't get home soon, your family will be worried."

"Uhhhhh..."

He looks lonely nodding small.

Occasionally I call out to her, who is about to go off the road and into the woods, and then I take that hand back to the streets.

Bloodless cold hands are hard because people lose their softness.

She looks up at me with a small neck.

"Night lanes are dangerous without seeing underfoot, so let's hold hands together."

"Ha... no..."

Then again, call out regularly to remind them of their purpose.

Lantern's unreliable light illuminates the quiet night lane.

Night lanes walking with moving corpses. Sometimes those days aren't bad.

How long would you have kept walking? I see a flaming light ahead of me.

That is the light of the pine lights installed in front of the village.

"No, no... hey..."

"Good for you. My family is waiting for me."

She rushes to the village early.

It's worse than my fastfoot, but this is her all-powerful disease now.

She jumps into the village gate, which was open even though it was late at night.

My forehead flows behind me and my face is revealed. The face was smiling happily.

"Just... Yikes... ma..."

That's what she said. She fell to the ground at the same time as she went through the gate... turned into an immobile body.

Zombies and living dead are a common defeat to destroy and destroy flesh altogether, but if they are as untrained as ghosts and evil spirits, they can send them to the afterlife.

When I hold her, I move on to the back of the village.

Nobody answers when they say a visitor came in late at night. On the contrary, there is no sign of anyone in the village.

Proceeding to the back of a village without people, there was a village joint cemetery there.

If you look around and find one grave, you carry her before you do.

The grave marker is engraved with the family name. Father and mother, and daughter and son.

"Now you have them all. Are you sure about this one?

The blue and white light flooded from the ground as they squirmed toward the tomb marker, and three figures emerged.

A couple and a young boy who looked nice to people.

'Thank you. Bring me my daughter. "

"If this kid died, you wouldn't have cured directional tone loss."

Sounds like your sister.

Three of my clients, this time, smile when they see their serene dead-faced daughter.

This village was attacked and destroyed by a bandit a few weeks ago. In doing so, my parents risked their lives to let my daughter and son escape, but only my daughter, who was detached along the way, did her best beside the street.

She wished to return to the village, where she had remained untrained to her family. As a result, she started walking back and forth as a moving corpse, but she wandered in a different direction from the village due to the synergy between the "directional tone deafness" and "oblivion" she was born with.

I stumbled into this abandoned village and met a family worried about my daughter and sister until I became a ghost.

I was asked to explore her on the condition that she sell her family skills and managed to bring her along.

"This completes the request, doesn't it? Don't worry, I'll bury your daughter."

'Thank you to the end. Then please accept our skills'

The skills I bought from my family were mediocre and low level, but I color them a little and pay for them. They can't take it anymore, so I'll keep it in front of the grave.

... try to let me spend this money on building a cemetery.

A deeply bowed family member ascends into the night sky as a white particle.

When I dropped it off, I removed the grave marker and dug up the grave, causing her to lie gently in the empty space of the coffin.

"Now hold your family's hand tight and don't get lost"