《Annabel! An accidental reincarnation!》


 One last goodbye

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 Chapter 1: I didnt deserve this second chance

    "So I died in an accident and ended up here?" I ask the person before me, who looks nothing like you would expect. I mean, shinigami weren''t supposed to be cute, were they? Soon enough, the cute Goddess before me answered my question wrongly.


    "Yup, according to your record, you died instantly when you crashed into a truck," The Goddess says, but from what I remember, my death wasn''t so usual or unforeseen as they claimed to be; I mean, for starters, I didn''t even own a car I could drive.


    Should I let the Goddess know of their mistake? Since it looks like they''ve got the wrong files in their hand, the person on those documents looks nothing like I did. "Just to be precise, you know who I am, right?" I ask the Goddess, who seems annoyed by my question.


    "Hey! Just because you did many good things while alive doesn''t entitle you to brag about it, okay? Of course, I know who you are. You are ''Oda Eiichir¨­.''" Just like I suspected, this Goddess had no damn clue of who I was; the hell? Me, the author of One Piece? Give me a break, man!


    "Honestly, since you wrote such an amazing adventure world, I''m tempted to give you an offer I don''t give many others. Would you like to reincarnate instead of going to heaven?" Suddenly, the Goddess offered me a tempting offer that would beat living with the guilt of taking Master Oda''s place in heaven for eternity.


    "Sure, I assume this reincarnation will not be on Earth?" I respond to the Goddess while trying to keep my happiness together or whatever ghosts do when they try not to giggle. After all, I''m just a white cloud fart right now; I lack any sort of human body.


    "Yeah, it would be kind of unfair to other authors to have you reincarnate with all your previous knowledge of writing great shonen." So this was it. I was about to trick the Goddess into reincarnating me into another world! Yet something felt odd.


    "Is there something wrong?" I ask the Goddess, who looks at me suspiciously for a second before she looks down at her documents and then up at me again. Crap! Did she notice her mistake? I thought.


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    "I still don''t understand why you didn''t keep your human shape and face when you became a ghost. Usually, it''s the people going to hell, the ones that turn into a cloud-like you; that''s strange." What the? Was I supposed to end up in hell, then? Oh man, oh man, please don''t notice your mistake now! Please! I don''t want to end up in hell!


    "Whatever. I''m sure you did some naughty stuff in your lifetime, but to me, the weight of your good is enough to grant you heaven or reincarnation, so what do you choose?" The Goddess asks me as she lays down the papers, and that''s when I notice my File under Master Oda''s.


    [Name: Natsume Suzuki


    Age: 39


    Cause of death: Heart Attack from wanking their meat too much.


    Profession: None


    Good deeds: None


    Evil deeds: Masturbation, parasite living, bad behavior, negative attitude, Lolicon, Shotacon, Hentai addicted, Bum, Manipulator, Emotional train wreck, broke girl''s heart in school, Never stood up for anyone in need, etc...


    Sentence: Eternity in the deepest places of hell, right down to the boiler room.


    Oh fuck! So that''s how I really died? Oh man, I was such a loser, no way! Please don''t stare down, Miss Goddess! Please just hurry the hell up and reincarnate me. I don''t want you to notice your stupid mistake! Please! "I would like to try my luck with the new world!"


    The Goddess looks somewhat surprised at my sharp response and sudden change of tone, as I''ve suddenly been struck with a harsh reality, suddenly not sounding even mildly convincing anymore. "Are you alright? You seem a little too excited. Is it because you can finally be the protagonist in a fantasy world?"


    "Yes!" I immediately answered as I started profusely sweating inside my mind. I kept staring at the files repeatedly just to confirm the document under Oda''s was mine, and there was no mistake in that it was my file! I was bound to end up in hell!


    "Alright then, I shall reincarnate you into a new world. By the way, did you mind what gender you might have?" The Goddess asks as I slowly start floating, thanks to her hands moving in weird ways like she is about to send me to another body right now.


    "Not really, as long as it''s fun!" Moments later, I was sent down from the heavens and into another yet-to-be-born body, ending up as a tiny baby who, for some reason, was conscious from the very moment I was born.

 Chapter 2: Monster

    So this was the new world I had come to, uh? Once I opened my eyes, things changed slightly from what I thought a new world would look like. I guess I didn''t expect such a sudden change in timelines or whatnot; I thought I would still reincarnate into a modern-era world instead of this.


    I mean, were you kidding me? Are people still lighting up their homes with candles instead of lightbulbs? Oh man, I really hope I didn''t get reincarnated into a third-world country. This was the first thing I thought of until, of course, I saw the people who were my parents.


    The guy, who I assumed was my father, wore such an antiquated attire like the ones people from ancient Europe would wear back in the medieval ages or something of the sort, with so many clothing layers and what looked like a sword on his lap.


    As for my mother or the lady who I assumed to be my mom, well, she didn''t exactly strike me as a modern-era girl but more or so like a very old-fashioned church lady; what did you call those again? A nun? Wait a second! A nun gave birth to me? That didn''t seem right.


    "I get that my baby is okay, but what happened to my wife?!" The man who now holds me frantically asks the nun for their wife, so did that mean the nun wasn''t my mother? Then where was my mother? The looks on the nun did not seem reasonable, and that''s when she revealed a devastating truth.


    "Your wife, she, uh. Well, she didn''t make it; she died right after giving birth to her." Uh!? Wait no! I''ve just reincarnated into a new world, and I already committed murder?! Well, I guess it''s unfair to blame me for it, but still, why did it have to be this way?!


    And wait a second longer. Did I just hear the nurse say that my mother died giving birth to me in the female noun? The nun clearly used the ''her'' noun just now, didn''t she?! Oh, come on! I killed my mother at birth and also reincarnated as a girl!? IN MEDIEVAL TIMES!? Is the game in hardcore mode or what?!


    I couldn''t even fully process what had happened before I started feeling tears falling into my small baby body, which was coming from my devasted father. I would have no issue with the way he tries to relieve his grief if it wasn''t because I started slipping from his grip ever so slightly.


    Come on, man! Get a hold of yourself now, or you will drop me head first into the stone floors! Without being able to speak or make any other noise, I simply start crying to try and get the attention of my father, who suddenly looks annoyed at me like he wants to kill me or something, WOAH! I''M YOUR KID, YOU DUMB DUMB!


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    "Are you sure you''re up to raising them alone? We can help you." The nun interrupted my father''s death stare toward me, which was genuinely starting to terrify me as I didn''t see any small ounce of love in his eyes. All I saw was hatred and anger coming my way like I had anything to do with the fact his wife had died!


    "Yes, I''m sure. I''ll take care of the funeral when I get the funds." My father nonchalantly responds to the nun as he slowly leaves the place of my rebirth, yet once we are outside and nobody is watching, I soon hear my father''s real thoughts.


    "You''ll become my next wife. I could always go for a newer model." What the hell did he just say? HEY! ANYONE! Please! Help me! THIS MAN IS CRAZY! HELP ME! Of course, since I didn''t have any way of speaking, all the people hear is my endless crying, which led my father to silence me.


    "Shut up already. I swear, I''ll rip your damn tongue off if you don''t shut up." By the looks in his eyes and the pressure over my small body, I could tell that my father wasn''t joking, but even so, would he really make me unable to talk just because I cried too much?


    Not wanting to gamble my ability to speak, I simply stop crying all of a sudden like a magic trick, albeit a really messed up one. "Weird, it almost feels like you can understand what I say. No, I must be imagining things; babies can''t understand shit." My father bluntly says as we finally arrive at another place that looks like a house.


    "Alright, home sweet home." My father, without much care, simply puts me down on a table before he runs off to look for something in another room or something. I looked horrified around me, only seeing cages and other things nearby; what the hell was this place?


    As soon as I started to look around as much as possible, my father returned with scissors that looked all old and rusty, which, of course, didn''t get me any good feelings whatsoever. Was he seriously going to cut my tongue off?! NO WAY!


    "Alright, time to make you mute. I hate crying babies, and you seem very fond of crying, so it''s time to quiet you down. You killed my wife. It''s only fair I make you suffer in life as well." My father soon reaches me once more as his left-hand lifts my small body his way.


    Wait, wait, man! I won''t cry. I fucking swear I won''t cry! Since I couldn''t speak still, all I managed to do was give my father more reason to brutally place his pair of rusty scissors into my mouth until I felt intense pain in my throat going completely quiet all of a sudden.


    {Mute cries of pain}


    I was still crying and throwing air toward my vocal box, but nothing much came out except a very quiet ''Wah'' sound that was so muffled you could barely hear it. As for the pain I was feeling, let''s just say it was more painful than when I broke my leg that one time.

 Chapter 3: This isnt life but its what Ive been dealt

    [6 years later]


    Life hasn''t been so bad besides those first years of life with my sadistic father always hurting me when I wasn''t able to control my crying and all of that. In some weird way, I get it; you know, I technically am the cause of my mother''s death, which I''m sure she loved; I just wished he didn''t ruin me in my new life.


    The world where I arrived is fantastic, and it''s covered in mystery and profound lore, but I can''t explore much of it, not with what my father did to me as a baby. I don''t want to sound too arrogant or bitter, but cutting my tongue and preventing me from talking at all has real-world consequences; for instance, I''m unable to use magic of any kind.


    Any magical power requires the user to speak and say the conurbations with their voice, and it just so happens that my father purposefully turned me into a magicless mute. I''ve reincarnated into a fantasy land with magic, yet I can''t use any of it, thanks to my dad.


    All the kids at school also make fun of me for being the weird mute girl who can''t talk back or even scream if she is in trouble. No wonder all the bullies at school always pick on me; what am I going to do, they think, tell a teacher about it? When I can''t talk!? Damn them! If only I could snap their necks.


    "What are you reading there, freak?" One of the mean girls in my class asks me as she takes away my storybook, the one I grabbed out of the library; it was an exciting book with many crazy stories of heroes and dragons alike, yet this interest was frowned upon by the cool kids at school who didn''t let me have a single day of peaceful reading.


    Since I couldn''t speak or talk at all, I simply tried to ignore the mean girl by pretending like I didn''t care that she took my book and it would have all ended up well if it weren''t because they were simply way too mean to leave me alone like that not before they kicked me and trashed my uniform.


    "What is a freak like you doing reading a book like this, uh!? Do you think a blue-eyed prince is going to come help you out!? UH!?" The main gal says as she kicks me in the gut, followed by her group of friends who all jump me while all I can do is protect my head and face in a fetal position until they are done with me.


    "That should teach you, ahaha!" "What a freak, she never fights back" "Weirdo probably enjoys it ahaha!" All of them laughed at me while I was on the floor, shaking in fear of them, but they were all wrong; I would fight back if I could, but from experience, it''s less painful to let them hurt me than to fight back and end up, even more, beat up.


    All of the other children from the school simply stand and watch as the mean girls kick me some more until they are done with me; nobody ever stands up for me or calls a teacher for help; everyone just sits back and watches in my book they all also deserved death whenever I got a chance to enact revenge.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    Without much to do, I clean myself up from the ground. As soon as the girls leave me alone, I pick up my dirtied light novel story and place it in my small pouch backpack. For a second, I can''t help but shed a couple of tears, which are filled with rage and sadness.


    My guess as to why my life had been miserable so far was because I lied, and while I do not have it easy in this life, I have a life to begin with. I was meant to go to hell and die for eternity; I didn''t have room to complain. This life might not be perfect, but it''s better than being in the boiler room of hell.


    Moments later, I''m done packing my stuff as the dismiss bell rings, finally letting me return home to my drunk father, who would probably beat me up as well since he is always passed out drunk when he comes back and when he awakes, he is too angry with everything to show me any love.


    On my way to my house, I suddenly stumble upon my father getting kicked out of the local bar by some big dudes who laugh at him. I naturally run to check on my father, who angrily slaps me as soon as I get near him and then asks me to take him home, which I help him do.


    "You''re a good kid, Yui; never cry or make a fuzz now." My drunk father says as he simply passes out once he is back home lying on his bed. I can''t help but feel even more depressed over myself; keeping a positive attitude in such conditions was a task too hard, even for a reformed person like me.


    I had to find a way to gain independence from my father and get away from this town entire of people who simply don''t give a damn about a disabled person like myself. It wasn''t my fault I couldn''t talk and therefore not be able to conjure magic! I was born capable!


    Yet I can''t do much now, so I simply walk to my bed and get back to reading my novel book to drown the feeling of sadness in a fantasy land inside my head. At least the characters in these book stories had freedom and happiness to help them out, which, in a twisted way, made me feel free and happy.


    {Knock knock}


    Suddenly, someone knocked at the door, and a threatening voice claimed to know my father. "Hey! I know you''re home, Klevan! Open this damn door and pay what you owe me!" The man shouts ever so loudly while I keep as still and quiet as possible until I hear the door opening with a kick.


    "You better find a way to pay me, Klevan! I''ve been, goddamit, you''re passed out drunk again, you useless sack of shit. Wake up!" The tall, red-haired man slaps my father a couple of times, but my dad doesn''t even move as he is way too drunk to feel such simple moves on his face.


    "Hey! You! Tell this piece of shit Lord Auri wants his money by the end of the week when he wakes up! GOT IT!?" The man soon approaches me and grabs me by my collar, to which I respond with an obedient yet silent nod of my head, trying to let him know I will let my father know.


    "What''s wrong with you!? Why aren''t you answering me!?" The man shakes me violently, trying to get me to talk, to which I try to point to my throat and show him that I can''t speak yet. This only seemed to piss the man off even more than he was taking his anger out on me with the help of his belt.


    "Also, let your father know this will happen more often to you if he doesn''t pay up!" The man, who I didn''t even know, soon started hitting me with his belt, leaving deep marks all over my tiny body and leaving me alone once I was covered in belt marks and scratches.

 Chapter 4: Sold out

    The following day, the sun rose up with the same usual vigor while I could barely open my eyes. My entire body was hurting from the beat-up from the night before. It was too heavy on me to quickly brush it off and wake up to my routine; I felt weak and useless again.


    Yet things got worse as soon as my father woke up with a hangover from the previous day, shouting and kicking stuff all over the house, angrily stumbling all over the place trying to get something to drink to ease his migraine or whatever.


    "YUI! YUI! WHERE''S THE FUCKING WATER!?" My angry dad shouts my name, and I quickly respond with a cup of water. My father angrily grabs the water and drinks it after looking at me for a hot second, probably being able to notice all the belt marks all over me.


    "What the fuck happened to you? UH!? Are you selling yourself like a prostitute now or what?!" My father angrily shoves me against the ground as he takes his belt off, ready to hit me himself, while I simply crawl back into a ball on the floor, waiting for him to hit me.


    "Tell me bitch! Are you whoring yourself out!? UH!?" My father shouts louder while hitting me with all his might using his belt, causing some of my skin to break and bleed thanks to the tenderness left behind by the man that had previously hit me in the nighttime.


    After a couple of minutes of torture, my father finally let go of his belt and tossed over a board and pencil my way to tell him why I was the way I was, to begin with, after having punished me for nothing. "Lord Auri wants his money paid back by the end of the week," I write on the board, along with "His henchmen did this to me."


    "Goddamit, that piece of shit said I could pay him at the end of the season. Now he wants his money by the end of the week? FUCK! Why didn''t you tell me sooner bitch!?" My father grabs my hand and twists it backward, followed by a violent shove that trips me back down to the floor.


    My dad soon goes into deep thought, looking over at me once in a while as I prepare to go to school. Even with all of those belt marks still on me, I wanted to better myself one way or another, and school was one of the only places I could have some peace, so it was worth going.


    Without delay, I left home at the same time as always, leaving my father at home alone, who would probably hammer himself out again like always; at least he had been decent enough to let me go to class every day at no cost to him, thanks to the help of the church.


    "My god, Yui, what happened to you? Did your father hit you again?" After greeting me at the school gate, one of the nun teachers asked me, quickly applying a soft and warm feeling of healing magic over my wounds and minor cuts. I soon grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    "Bad men want Dad to pay his debts; they hurt me." The nun quickly comes over to hug me, warming me up further as my heart opens up. This world, despite all of its flaws, still had good, kind-hearted people like the nuns, but so far, they were in the minority.


    Moments later, I''m dismissed from the infirmary, and I return to class where we learn a couple of things about magic and some other subjects like language, math, and other not-so-easy stuff like history and geography, all things I had no idea about.


    "Hey! You can''t just barge in like that! Hey!" A nun angrily shouts at a man who soon opens the door to my classroom, interrupting the whole class just to start asking for me. I naturally panicked and tried to hide away, but the teacher soon gave me away.


    "You have to come with us; your father sold you out," The man says right before the entire class, who doesn''t show a single bit of empathy, instead choosing to call me names and ridicule my father and me for the weakness of his love toward me.


    The same red-haired man soon grabs my hand and drags me outside while I try to look out for help; perhaps I thought things wouldn''t be the same as always, yet they all remained the same way; nobody helped me, not even when I clearly didn''t want to go with the man who began to touch me inadequately.


    "Stop resisting! You''re the property of Lord Auri now, so you better behave." The man tells me as he walks around with me while grabbing me by the ass instead of my hand. Why did this have to happen to me? I asked myself, trying to keep my emotions in check so I didn''t go into a blind rage or despair.


    The people walking around the streets all turn a blind eye as a grown man gropes me right before everyone until we make it to what I assumed was the Lord''s house. Once inside the house, I notice how the whole place smells like drugs, and there are more girls around my age, all drugged up and in skimpy attires.


    [Rage series]


    Something about the whole place enraged me even more; even for a pervert like me in my previous life, this was too much. It was one thing to have fantasies like that deep within your imagination, but it was another thing entirely to actually go ahead and do it and make it a reality.


    "This should cheer you up! Go over there and change, you are up for the next shift, no time to rest bitch." The man pinches my arm with some sort of needle, injecting something into me that makes everything feel fuzzy and surreal. I suddenly become unable to distinguish between reality and imagination.


    One thing about whatever the man had given me was that it made me far more complaint; I instinctively went over to the dressing room and changed into very tight, skimpy bikini-like clothes. I felt like I wasn''t even there, but I was. At the same time, everything didn''t feel like it usually did; my depression was suddenly gone.


    NO! Wake up! Wake up! I didn''t wish to end up like one of them. I reminded myself as I looked around coherently for one last time, seeing just how perverse the other girls were with their customers, practically having open-sex orgies all over the place.


    Yet my resistance lasted for only a couple of moments later as my kidnapper administered another dose of drugs that blinded my consciousness and my moral compass with feelings of happiness and nothingness. I didn''t feel a thing; I didn''t exist.

 Chapter 5: Deprecation

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    How long has it been since I got here? I don''t know. I can''t tell if it''s day or night, but with how messed up my sleep schedule has become, I have become trapped in this place of ''happiness.'' Many men have played with me in bed, but so far, I''ve yet to find one who will get me out of here.


    My mind is rotting inside this trap inside this place that constantly drowns my thoughts with a fake feeling of euphoria and temporary happiness. I chase after my next dose of drugs, and for what? The feeling only lasts a couple of seconds, but it costs me everything as I lose track of time even further.


    One morning, I woke up in the middle of the day and checked around me, seeing a dozen men all sleeping in the same bed I woke up from, yet I do not remember a thing; I can''t tell how long it''s been anymore, I look older, and I feel a little taller, but that''s about it, how long had I been trapped there? Who knew, and who cared?


    I simply look over the room for a needle filled with that purple substance so that I can numb my mind once again with that fake feeling of euphoria. Then, the needle contains happiness; I''m happy every time the needle pierces my veins and lets out that happy formula inside me. I feel better than ever whenever I do it.


    My voice was still gone, but my cordial box finally produced sounds of pleasure like light laughter and moans. The exact same voice lines I did just now after injecting my body with that purple substance; that fantastic feeling of fabricated happiness feels great, so great I don''t even mind the men fucking me right out of bed.


    The rush suddenly cuts out as the day ends with me in the backrooms along with others like me, all smoking cigars and other things out of necessity; how did it feel to smoke? Could that perhaps replicate the feeling of the purple substance?


    Unable to speak, I make a gesture to one of the girls who sold those smoky things, who gladly take my money in exchange for a cigar, which I then try out. The smoke fills my lungs for the first time, and it burns and stings worse than anything else before provoking a dry cough that arouses the attention of some.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    "Took her long enough to start smoking, aye?" Says the girls around me as they clean up their hair with the help of their brushes and little things to help them look better; how long had I been there? Did it even matter? Probably not.


    I soon return to my work clothes and walk out alongside my peers, yet something is different this time around; an all too familiar face shows up at the place of my work; my father was here; why was he there? Had he come to take me out of this hole?


    My hopes and dreams were soon crushed when I noticed that my father was again too hammered even to recognize me as he slapped my ass and threw money at me, his own daughter. Was there any way out of this world? I wondered for a second before my father drugged me as any other customer would right before buying some time with me.


    My mind soon goes all fuzzy again as the hours go by, and I don''t even notice how my father then defiles my body alongside hundreds of other men before him. It was all too fuzzy and confusing to remember anything other than the hangover and the cum inside your body the following day; how long had it been?


    Time flies by inside this happy place; girls always leave and come. Some of the ones that were here before me are now gone, and some of them have big breasts now; my body is also not the same; had it been years or weeks? Months or maybe just a couple of hours? I couldn''t tell anymore.


    My heart and spirit broke in two, along with my willpower and soul. What good was this life if I couldn''t live it like I wanted it to? I asked myself one morning while looking at myself in the mirror, grabbing a knife in my left hand. I pressed it against my right wrist for a little bit before stopping.


    One small cut on both sides of my hand would be enough to end this fucked up life retrial; whatever hell was, it couldn''t be any worse than this miserable life of nothingness; I was meaningless, lacking any sort of value or moral drive forward, just an empty shell of my former self.


    The floor opens beneath me as my will dives deeper into a hole of deprecation and self-destruction. Nobody in this world wants to help out a girl like me; why would they? I can''t talk, I can''t use magic, and I''m not a virgin anymore. What worth did I carry?


    The dark walls around me close in even more, sending me even deeper into a self-hole of despair and loneliness.

 Chapter 6: Rumiko presents the world of Annabel!

    "AHAHA! BAM!" A sudden and loud boom, louder than anything else beforehand, soon blows a deep hole in the side of the wall causing immense commotion among the guards of the whore house filled with underage slave girls like me.


    On the other side of the wall, a boy with horns stands tall, holding up what looks like a vast Japanese war stick with one hand. The man makes quick work of all the men coming his way while saying all the things I thought of everyone who was a Patreon of this place.


    "You sick fucks are disgusting! Touching little girls like that! Hell no!" The sun shines behind the man, trashing the place I had learned to call home while the other girls run back to their overlords. I slowly walked forward toward this new guy who understood my feelings.


    "You sick fucks!" The horned man trash-talks his victims, who move around and twitch uncontrollably, looking like a total hero with the light of hope behind him, yet when it matters, I coward behind some chairs and hide away so he wouldn''t notice me; part of me fearing the world outside the walls of the happy place.


    What if this man turned out to be a false beacon of hope, just like every other man? What if he also simply wanted to abuse me physically? At least in the happy place, I still had a place to sleep and eat. Well, at least I had some friends here; would I give all of that up to some random stranger?


    Yet once the man finishes off the men of the tavern, he is also stopped by the royal guard who impales his body and kills him off like he was the bad guy; something didn''t feel right then and there; why did this world favor the bad guys in such a way? Why did the evil always triumph!?


    [Rage series Unlocked]


    "Goddamit! Don''t you see these are the bad men!? Why are you against me!?" The man exclaims as he bleeds out on the ground, looking straight at me. I can feel his boiling rage and the one boiling inside me. After seeing the worst side of men for a while, after seeing the cruelty of this world, I was angry about it.


    I could feel my insides burning with anger. Every fiber of my body wanted to fight and die trying to change the system, which is probably what caused my enraged state in which I stupidly tried to hurt the guards, who quickly put me down with the simple use of their spears that tore apart my flesh like it wasn''t even there.


    Kill them, kill everyone, burn everyone, burn everything, hate everyone, hate everything. I love nothing, and nothing loves me back. (Nobody loves you because you love nobody) That goes inside my mind as my body bleeds out on the floor alongside the man who had made that hole in the wall, yet my fate wasn''t over.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    I pass out and wake up in another place, caged up like an animal with a collar around my neck. I see my previous owner handing over my rings to another man who shoves me inside another dirtier and more gruesome cage. "Alrighty, I hope you''ll be a quick seller. Since you''re mute and all."


    The new man carries himself with elegance and a certain aura of strangeness, yet I can tell he means me no harm so far, as his intentions were clear; he bought me because he thought I could make him some quick cash, so he was simply planning to sell me as a slave? What a fate.


    I sat there quietly in my cage like the little animal I had become, letting people watch me caged and dressed like a whore; the entire town saw me in this bad shape, yet again, nobody said anything or stood up for me like always; nobody gave a shit about me because I wasn''t worth a fuck.


    Wait a second, what the hell was I saying?! How long had I been high on drugs!? Oh shit! My mind clears up as soon as I''m able to breathe clean air again. I can see everything and think for myself again, yet the situation wasn''t any better because I think clearly now.


    "Alright, sweetie, just let me place this around your neck so I can give you some more juicy drugs!" The man says as he prepares some sort of neck device with his target being my neck. My nerves and neurons have never fired any faster as I see my chance to run away right before me. I take the risk and my luck against the fat man.


    {Spit}


    Without a plan and magic, I simply go with a very rudimentary plan, which consisted of spitting on the old man''s eyes to blind him and following that with an effective kick in the nut sack. "OUCH! AHHG! WHAT THE HELL!" The old man screams and moves around in deep pain while I fight to put the neck thing around his neck.


    "NOO! NOOO! YOU CRAZY BITCH, AHHHGG! AHHH!!" The old man fights back with fierce strenght until I kick him in the nuts for a second time, forcing him to let go for a second, which was long enough for me to put that neck thing around him, finally drugging him the hell up.


    Oh man, what the hell was that? How long have I worked in a brothel!? How many people have I slept with!? Oh my god, this was disgusting to think about, but now my bigger issue is what now!? I only thought far ahead to killing my current kidnapper. I have no plan after that! Do I just improvise!?


    {¥´¥Ö¥ê¥ó¥¹¥ì¥¤¥ä©` - Kenichiro Suehiro}


    {An original Story by Rumiko_san}


    I dropped into a fantasy world without the ability to conjure magical spells and thus was naturally locked out of the system but somehow managed to acquire an exciting skill. I don''t know where all of this is supposed to go from now, but we will do a thousand seasons! YEAH BABY! Annabel and her fucked up life a thousand episodes forever!


    Hold up a second, wasn''t my name Yui? Since when am I going by Annabel? Uh? Oh shit, I''m not the protagonist of this story, am I? Thanks, thanks for ruining the story, Rumiko! UGH!


    {In a no-so-distant land}


    Oh shit, oh crap, what was that dream on about? I''ve been in this place for a little over a year, yet I can''t tell what I''m supposed to be doing; how strange; it''s like I''ve traveled from one body to another, just like when I first reincarnated in this world, hold up! How many times have I died!?

 Chapter 7: Annabel number 1

    {Himitsu - Hideki Taniuchi}


    What the hell did just happen a couple of days ago!? I had a bad dream where I underwent bullying and so much domestic abuse I started to self-deprecate every step of the way until I woke up in here where I''ve always lived, right? Oh man, oh man, what the hell happened to me!


    [You''re an anomaly]


    What the heck was that!? There was somebody speaking inside my head all of a sudden. Who was that person, and what did you want?! The voice inside my head soon goes all real quiet while my hands shake and tremble, still in fear of whatever had just occurred.


    [Your soul is impure and thus cannot be entirely placed into the reincarnation recycling system as ordinary souls do; you''re an anomaly]


    I can''t be placed in the recycling process of this world. Did that mean people didn''t really die in this world? I had so many questions, and whoever spoke to me had few answers.


    [People do die, but their souls don''t. In order to reduce strain on the system, this system wipes the memories of these dead people and gives the soul a new host with new memories, but in your case, you move around with all your memories since you''re so impure and naturally evil]


    Oh well, that was messed up; it looks like some goddess fucked up the way her little system works by making it a little too overcomplicated for no good reason other than to make a good spanking story about an underdog without magical powers with infinite amounts of lives.


    So, say, what happened to the previous me? You know? The mute me? Why did I suddenly reappear in this new body? I don''t precisely remember dying. [You had a heart attack] What!? How!? I was like eight years old. How could I have gotten a heart attack at that age?! [Drugs messed up your system]


    I guess that would make sense, but it would also make sense that maybe there''s someone observing all of my possible lives and then recognizing a partner to find me with much more ease so they can try and revert their mistake. Does that sound like I think it does? That''s right, that god knows they made a mistake.


    Uhm, alright, fine, clearly. You''re the one talking to my system, so what exactly are you? Like, what do you do? How do I use you!? [I''m just an assistant meant to help you with your magical tasks and requests. I''m neither an ally nor a foe of yours] If you''re a neutral party, how come you talk so freely? [Have you ever heard of AI?]


    Oh my god, yes, I''ve heard of fucking AI, but you''re not seriously telling me the world system runs an AI-like assistant that helps each individual in such a personalized way! [Yes, it does] Alright, I have to say it before they cancel me, but a woman clearly designed this world. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    I mean, what kind of male god would want their world, magical system to talk to them like they are their friends? That awful idea is clearly that of a lady who is a little nut in the head. Do you get it, my creator? You were supposed to laugh at that one, Aoi. God, I miss messing with her.


    Alright, world system, then tell me more about you; what can I make you do? Do you have a feature to read my current level or other things like that? Or are you going to give me the silent treatment because I might''ve offended your creator?


    [As it stands, you have no access to anything in this world after your second reincarnation; your magical keys were tossed deep inside your consciousness, meaning you can''t use magic]


    Oh, for fuck sake, in my first life trial, I got to be mute and therefore never able to conjure magic, and on my second chance, you fucked up my reincarnation and lost my keys to access because you''re a terribly designed piece of garbage of a system [Pretty much]


    Oh my god, I want to shoot myself. So, to recap, all the events that I went through there were all actual events, but that doesn''t matter now that I''ve moved to another body where I''m still locked away from this world''s magical system because you messed up my reincarnation. Did I get that right?


    [Yes]


    Begs to wonder where I have reincarnated this time; the house I''ve arrived at looks like an ordinary house, and there''s nobody here, yet I can smell the stove burning something down, like the smell of burned beans after you let them simmer a little too long, was I supposed to be looking after that?


    I try to move my new legs and arms just to see how different my new body is compared to my old banged-up one; it''s like I never had forceful sex, to begin with. My hands are a little small and soft, and my hair is a strange shade of red and orange with little bangs on the front.


    My skin is so pale that I can practically see the sunlight right through me like those white girls from the uphills of Europe tending up to the cows and stuff. Call me ignorant or whatever, but I was never really into other world cultures, which is why I had a picture of a white girl still locked inside my mind.


    How do we react to such a change? How am I in this new body? I had no way of knowing other than to guess by looking at myself in the mirror. When I looked in the mirror, I could see a beautiful young girl''s face staring right at me before realizing that it was me; duh, who else would it be? Man, I looked good.


    Why did I have red eyes, though? I couldn''t understand that part until I reached the burning stove to check on whatever was burning on it. What I saw inside the little pot, however, was nothing like what I was expecting. It wasn''t beans or anything of the sort but a human heart.


    "What the!?" I uttered as the door of the house opened. A woman greeted me immediately and rushed over to scold me about the burning heart. "Ugh! Annabel! How many times have I got to tell you to pour more water into it when it starts to smoke like this!" The woman, who I assumed was my new mother, says as I still try to process the human heart in there.


    "Why do we eat that?" I ask the woman standing before me while she disposes of the burnt heart inside a trash bin or whatever the thing next to the kitchen cabinets was.


    "What do you mean? We eat people; I already told you it''s our nature to do so; you''ll have to get over it at some point." I eat people!? I eat fucking people in this new body!? Oh man, I''m doomed to die another horrible death, am I not!? A cannibal!?

 Chapter 8: Can I just get a normal life?!

    "Annabel, did you break these plates?" My mother asked me while I was still trying to make sense of all the mind confusion from the swapping bodies and the pieces of fragmented soul I had lost and was somehow aware of it. Did that mean I couldn''t die over and over?


    "I don''t remember breaking anything. Why do you ask?" I tell my mother, who quickly but quietly runs over to me to place her hand over my mouth as she then whispers next to my ear some bizarre lines.


    "Don''t make a noise; I think the warehouses found your scent; it''s very possible this place isn''t safe for us anymore." My mother suddenly revealed some heavy information to me, like I was somehow supposed to know what she said meant all of a sudden, but I had no idea what the fuck she was on about.


    "Werewolves?" I whisper back to my mother, who whispers back at me with an exact response.


    "Yes, your scent is quite peculiar since you''re practically a newborn, fuck I thought I had gone far enough from their range, but it seems like I messed up; I''m sorry." My mother quietly began to move stuff behind me, packing what looked like a backpack with clothes and other things in as much silence as possible.


    My scent was very peculiar. It''s what Mother said right before I noticed my red eyes and the reveal that I''m a cannibal in this new small body of mine. Was I like a vampire or some sort of creature like that now? Was that the whole reason a werewolf would want to feats upon my body?


    "What do we do now?" I whisper to my mom as she hurries up her pace once tiny footsteps can be heard outside the house.


    "Shhhh!" My mother places her finger over my mouth, shushing me as soon as very low growls and footsteps walk by our house, suddenly giving a chill down my spine. Was it true? There really were werewolves in this new world? No way, I thought right before remembering that there are fucking magical powers in this world, so why would werewolves be out of the question!?


    The wild growls of an animal soon began to turn to human mumbles, followed by the footsteps getting heavier and heavier like those of a person. All of a sudden, I felt even worse, tightening my entire body in fear. I hadn''t even seen the things yet, and I was already shitting my pants.


    {Something is wrong - Yugo Kanno}


    "Open your door, dear Claudia, we just want to talk," A male voice speaks as someone knocks on the door, causing my mother to shove me under the bed. "You must run as fast and far as possible once I distract them. You have to promise me to do that." My mother whispers as she hands me over the little bag filled with clothes and snacks.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    I was still confused and startled by the whole thing. Don''t refuse my new mother''s request, simply nodding along as I didn''t wish to die again so soon. I had just reincarnated for a second time and wasn''t planning on dying again anytime soon, not after knowing that the system could mess me up if it fucks up my reincarnation. What if I lost something else next time? It was too risky.


    "Leave me alone, Darryl; I already told you the progenitor girl is not with me." My mother says as she slowly cracks the door open, letting me see the true horror of a monster; the man wasn''t a man in any shape or form as they looked more like a wild beast with the shape of a human.


    The guy had long hairy legs and arms, claw-like hands, very sharp eyes, a weird tone, and was shaped like a night predator. My mother, on the other hand, looked quite ordinary, yet she also had her weird looks with long fangs and the same blood-colored eyes I had.


    "Don''t lie now, Claudy; I know you have her here; this whole place smells like young blood. You know what happens to liars that hide away their children from us, don''t you?" The man soon grabs my mother by the cheek with his claw-like hand, which easily pierces my mother''s skin, causing her some bleeding from the injuries.


    "I swear I''m not lying, Darryl; I''m telling you the truth." My mother tries to play it cool until the man slaps her down with his right hand as he starts sniffing the house, getting ever closer and closer to me, causing me to tremble and shake in fear even more.


    "I can smell your fear, little one! Come out wherever you are. You can''t hide away forever," The wolfman keeps sniffing the house, getting just a couple of feet away from me. I panic and have a sudden urge to run for my life, yet I still hold on to my mother''s signal, which she seemed ever closer to giving me.


    "It''s like I told you, Darryl, there''s no young progenitor here; your sense of smell must be off." My mother says as she sneakily hides away a knife between her clothes, getting ever closer to Darryl''s back, who was now practically sniffing over my bed.


    "Stop lying, woman! The child is right under here, isn''t she!? Oh! You''re in trouble now, Claudia!" The wolfman scares me to death as soon as he reaches my hair from under the bed, quickly pulling me from under it to the outside where I can see the man''s true nature so close to me I pee myself just a little bit.


    "Look who we found here; I''ll make a couple of belts out of you, that''s for damn sure," I can feel the man''s aura crushing my spirit with just the use of his stare that pierces right through my wretched soul, giving me a taste of real evil of someone so fucked up in the head it makes me even more terrified of them.


    "NOW, ANNABEL, RUN!" My mother suddenly breaks away from the man''s grip over me as she stabs the man on the back, who lets go of me for a second to try and pry over the knife from his back. "You bitch! I will turn you into a coat for this, Claudia! You stupid vampire!"


    I don''t even hesitate to run out as fast as I can as soon as my mother distracts the wolf man, who angrily begins to beat the shit out of my mother with his bare hands. I could hear the blood gushing out of my mom with every punch. Even when I was a little far away, I could still hear the punches and screams of pain from my mother as the werewolf brutally killed her.


    Goddammit, I thought as I ran faster than I had ever run before. Couldn''t I just get a normal rerun for life? Was life set up in hardcore mode just for me, or what?

 Chapter 9: Cheat code

    "Holy shit! HOLY FUCK! HOLY SHIT!" I can''t stop cursing for a hot second as I run away while a big pack of werewolves chase after me, yet I can somehow outrun them even though I feel barely faster than my previous self. Yet one thing was for sure: the warehouses wanted me dead as they kept on shooting arrows and spears toward me, missing by a hair every time.


    "Come back here, little girl! We just want to talk!" The man who molested my mother to death suddenly tells me the same thing he told my mother right before beating the crap out of her; I obviously wasn''t going to believe anything they told me, not even for a second.


    "You want to play games, do you? Fine, here is one for you!" The man screams while casting some sort of spell my way, which I try to avoid, but I can''t as it hits me, yet once the attack lands, I don''t feel a thing that takes everyone by surprise, including the werewolves. "What the fuck?"


    I stop running as soon as I notice how that magical power beam just vanishes after hitting my body. The following werewolves soon try to deploy even more magical attacks on me, but every single one of their moves simply vanishes as soon as it comes anywhere near me.


    "So you''re immune to magic! So what!? You''re still just a stupid vampire!" The man who beat up my mom shows himself first by trying to surprise me with a sneak attack from the shadows, yet I can see it all too well for some reason as if my eyes could see a little faster than usual.


    My whole body wasn''t like that of an average person; my reflexes and muscle speed were highly sharp to a regular human, which was made clear when I could easily dodge the werewolf''s sneak attack like I had seen it coming from miles away.


    "Why do you even care I exist? Am I like a big threat to you or what?" I ask the men now surrounding me while I try to keep eyes on all of them, who seem a little more reasonable for whatever reason; the only thing that stopped me from running was the fact that I didn''t know where the hell I was even running to, for all I knew I could be going somewhere worse.


    "You a threat to us!? AHAHA! Did you hear that shit, boys!?" One of the werewolves mocks, following a swift and sharp move I can barely dodge in time; otherwise, it would''ve been able to trip me over. "You''re more like a tax your mother refused to pay up; you see, your blood already belongs to our government; you''ll make us all stronger once you die."


    Another werewolf man says behind me, taking me by surprise. This time, his sneak attack lands on my left shoulder, causing light bleeding in the tip of his spear, which he sadistically licks off with his tongue to show me they were all serious about killing and eating me. Man, this was worse than being sexually trafficked.


    "Oh, man! The taste of young vampire blood is the best! It''s so delicious!" Another man soon pokes me with his spear as well, this time hitting my right thigh, which only seems to cause everyone a laugh as they probably think I''m done for. "Give up girlie. There''s no way you can win." The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    I was surrounded by werewolves who wanted to turn me into a BBQ dish in a circle position that disfavored me without a weapon or magical powers to fight back. In the eyes of many, I was right in the perfect spot to die, but I thought of it differently; since they were all in a circle, I could cause them to hit each other, couldn''t I?


    "Enough foreplay! I claim the bitch''s heart!" "I want her brains!" The werewolves soon all rushed me simultaneously, giving me the perfect window to jump back as fast and as hard as I could, avoiding their collective attack, which does cause friendly fire injuries but not so many to disable all of them.


    Yet something was weird as some of the werewolf''s blood splattered over my face. I felt strange as if the taste of fresh blood had called me. Once I place my fingers over my face and clean up the blood with them, I naturally put my bloodied fingers on my mouth, suddenly opening my eyes even wider; I could see everything so clearly as if it was daytime.


    My heart began pumping blood even faster through my body, and my sweat glands opened wider than ever as the rush of fresh blood awakened and heightened every sense in my body. "Oh fuck she''s going to be a problem now" "Not if we jump her, she won''t!"


    Two of the prominent werewolves try to take my surprise with their prolonged movement and reaction times that are so easily dodgeable that I don''t even feel like moving out of the way too much. Just a step aside was enough, but also perfect as my nails managed to pierce through one of them, giving me access to even more fresh blood.


    My eyes glean an even deeper, brighter scarlet color, which would probably look menacing in the middle of a dark night like the one we were on now. "You have no idea how many of you will die if you kill us, do you?" One of the werewolves threatens me with the death of others like me, yet since I didn''t even assimilate into this new society, I don''t even flinch at that.


    "And? Do you think I care about others? You already killed my mother. I want nothing but your blood," All of the werewolves began to walk back ever so slightly whenever I walked one step their way; it was evident by the looks of things that vampires were not supposed ever to fight them back, but I didn''t give a damn, so what if people die? I don''t want to die myself. Should I just surrender because of them? These people don''t even know me!


    Call me an asshole or whatever, but I had a way of doing things that always involved looking out for number one first and then caring about the rest, and at the moment, caring for the collective wasn''t as crucial as saving my own flesh from being turned into a sausage.


    "Light beam!" "Light beam!" The remaining werewolves try to summon light spells against me, which they had clearly forgotten wouldn''t work, and to my surprise, they don''t as their magical attacks simply vanish as soon as they come within two meters of me, almost like I had some sort of barrier around me.


    "Fuck! We can''t kill her! RUN!" The werewolves soon turn around to run away from me, leaving me in the middle of the forest, laughing like a psychopath. So I can''t be affected by my magic powers because I can''t have access to magic? The key toss-ups might be more beneficial than bad; if this world relies on magic so much, then having an anti-magical barrier active around me at all times is a massive cheat code.


    I couldn''t be affected by magical powers because I couldn''t use them myself; it was such a fantastic trade-off that had saved my life tonight. So those light beams were supposed to kill me just like that, uh? It made sense that vampires never fought back if all it took was a light beam for the enemy to kill you.

 Chapter 10: Im not my original self

    {The rationalist - Shuji Katayama}


    I''ve been cursed or blessed with a strange condition depending on how you view it; in my second reincarnation of this world, I''ve been either blessed or cursed depending on how you see it. Many will say that my condition is a total curse, but from the perspective of convenience, I consider it a blessing.


    It is true that I cannot use magical powers at all and never will be able to, but that comes with its heavy side effects, which are honestly more beneficial than many would expect; for example, anything created by magical power, including fire, will never damage me.


    I''ve also reincarnated into the body of a tiny vampire girl of all races, which means I''ve got to feed off human blood and flesh, but I also get to live longer if vampires work in the same way they do in my world. As a benefit of having an anti-magical barrier around me, I also can''t die via light magic, which technically makes me immortal and, therefore, the perfect killing machine.


    The only thing I''ve got to worry about is physical weapons that can damage me, but even that isn''t a big deal, as my wounds heal extremely quickly, meaning that my vampire abilities are not tied to magical power. Otherwise, I wouldn''t be able to use regeneration like that, which would make the whole package even better.


    If you''re wondering what happened to the werewolves that ran away from me, you don''t have to worry about them anymore, as they have all given me a great rush of energy with their blood. I couldn''t get a hold of myself once I got a taste of blood. All I could think of was how to get more, so I let my instincts take over, ending with several werewolves'' deaths.


    The euphoria from tasting blood could become a serious problem if I don''t find a way to control my bloodlust once my tongue gets a taste of some blood. The way I chased after those men and then proceeded to murder them one by one is not like me at all; that feral me isn''t the real me but an animal I must learn to control.


    I have been a little disappointed with the whole reincarnation thing before, but right now, I''m excited about it. If there''s a way for me to become the first person to create some sort of gun or automated machinegun of any kind, then I will be leagues ahead of the competition.


    Think about it: if the people of this world still rely on the use of magical powers to win battles and work hard, then my mere existence threatens their way of life; it''s nothing short of amazing! I could hold the powers that be hostage so that I may live a comfortable life in a palace for the rest of my life.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    Yet, was that what I wanted to do? I mean, why not go back to living like a hikikomori? Had I changed after reincarnating, or was I just pretending the whole time? I mean, that idea of just pressuring people into sustaining my lazy lifestyle indeed sounded a lot like something my old self would think of.


    There''s for sure something wrong with my thought process now that I''ve reincarnated, but I can''t pinpoint why. I''m a little more considerate and think more in the long term instead of an immediate solution, almost like. It couldn''t be. Did the sex change also mess up with my psychology? Was there anything I could do to reverse the damage?


    I do have the brain wiring of a girl at the moment, so was that the reason I thought of the world differently? Is that why I''m not such a scum bag and irresponsible as always? There seems to be more to the female mind than I had expected; it''s almost like I''m not myself anymore; I can''t go through with such a scummy plan like that. Even though I think it''s a good pitch, it''s too cruel.


    What the fuck was I thinking? Too cruel? Screw this world. Who cared about it!? I got raped and drugged for who knows how many years in my first reincarnation, yet I''m supposed to feel bad for the people of this world?! Yet, I mean, most of the people left me alone; punishing everyone for the misdeeds of others wouldn''t make moral sense.


    "AHHHH!!" A scream of discomfort leaves me since I can no longer contain my agony. The pressure of thinking differently regarding moral issues was troubling me. How can I be myself if I''m not myself anymore? I can''t go along with my old thought process. It''s hideous!


    Following the scream, I get down to my knees, followed by the placement of my hands against my head, which hurt from all the thoughts I was having in there. How can I make sure my next reincarnation is a male body? How could I think of that when it''s not even 100% certain I will reincarnate again?


    "Fuck!" I once again screamed while standing up from the floor just so I could begin to walk back home to where my dead mother was. It wasn''t like I cared about Mother, but rationally speaking, there must be some sort of map home, something that could help me get to society because I would die out here alone. I had no fucking clue how to survive in the wilderness.


    The problem of my fucked up mind could wait, and I could live with it for a while, but the biggest problem wasn''t that the bigger issue was my survival. Even if I''ve reincarnated as a girl twice now, this second reincarnation could be the best out of all worlds; not only am I beautiful, but I''m also superhuman by natural means.


    I still didn''t know if things like the sun would be a weakness, but it didn''t really matter. As long as I had the will to continue living, I could be sure I would be okay with some sort of solution to that problem. Minutes later, walking back, I finally reached my ''house,'' where I found exactly what I thought I would see.


    My mother lay dead on the floor, mauled to death by those brutes. I didn''t feel much at first, but for whatever reason, my eyes watered out a little once I saw her, and then a moral obligation began to invade my mind. Even if I didn''t have a chance to bond with her, she was still my mother in a way; I couldn''t leave her like that; I at least had to give her a proper burial.

 Chapter 12: Im Buster!

    It''s been a little less than a whole week since my journey through the forest began, and so far, there are no signs of life; I''ve run out of food and water and am now desperate to find life within my reach. The food situation is not so bad, however, compared to the forest''s incredibly low temperatures.


    I got signs of frostbite on my left cheek last night, and this morning, when I woke up, I could feel my skin freezing even more. My hair is permanently frozen at this point as well; my morale couldn''t be any lower as it seems like I will die of starvation and freezing to death in the middle of nowhere.


    You might say, ''Why didn''t you stay home?'' The reason is quite simple: I doubt those pricks didn''t have any friends or family; since I killed some and others managed to escape, someone was bound to look for me to kill me. If I stayed, I would eventually be killed by their friends and family, and now it seems like I will die again.


    {Bear roar nearby}


    There are also deadly creatures in this forest; I barely managed to evade a pack of little fox creatures by climbing up a tree, but who knows if that will work with other animals like a bear and stuff. I''ve heard multiple noises and roars out here, most of which don''t sound friendly in the slightest, and I''m afraid they will maul me to death if they find me.


    The situation on the ground is grim and also scary; I''ve encountered literal ghosts that suddenly appear right before your very eyes, screaming at the top of their lungs just to leave you laughing like little maniacs after you pee your pants; such things never happened on earth.


    I feel like those encounters and the constant threat to my life are slowly driving me mad, as well as the lack of people to talk to. You would be surprised at how quickly you begin to lose your mind when there''s nobody you can talk to or tell your problems to.


    My eyes feel heavy, and my body feels extremely cold; I shiver in fear and paranoia while my mind tells me, ''It''s okay,'' but I know it''s not. How long can I keep going? I ask this every day, almost all day, whenever the cold breeze hits. Why is this happening to me? I ask.


    I know I lied when I refused to tell the goddess of their mistake when reinstating my soul, but is it really that hard to ask for a fair retrial? Or did she notice, and this is actual hell? My hell!? Is this my punishment for being such a low-life piece of shit? I can only speculate.


    Hours go by, and again, I fail to start a fire and end up going to sleep next to a tree again while shivering from the cold air of the night. The forest gets even scarier at night, thanks to the ghosts that have chosen to mess with me. I keep waking up every now and then when I feel cold hands on my feet, pulling me away just to wake up and see a ghost laughing at my fear.


    To my dismay, this night feels even colder than any other. I suddenly wake up, and a flake of snow hits my face, followed by many more. There''s a loud thunder and a flashy sky covered in dark clouds that begin to drop tons of snow, followed by an icy breeze that keeps me awake all night.


    The day soon arrived hours later, and I finally closed my eyes in defeat after staying awake all night, finally letting myself hit the ground tired and defeated. With my eyes shut and my mind almost gone, I hear footsteps nearby that could be from an animal or a person, but I''m so tired and cold I can''t even open my eyes anymore.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    As I lay on the floor waiting for whatever was near me to end my life, I felt a small poke at the sides of my body followed by more pokes now to my face and someone suddenly trying to talk to me. "Hey! Hey, you alive? Hey! Wake up, are you dead?" A male voice talks as it continues poking me until I make a very soft moan that seems to startle him.


    "Woah! The fuck!? How are you even alive? Hold up! I got you! Hold up!" I can feel another weight on me as soon as the man finishes his sentence, but somehow, this new weight is not so bad; it almost feels like he dropped another coat or something on me, like a rug.


    The footsteps then vanished for a couple of minutes, which finally allowed my eyes to thaw just enough to be able to open them, finally allowing me to see the thing that the man had dropped on me, which looked like some sort of deerskin or something furry like that.


    I lay on the floor next to a tree, still trying to figure things out, when the man who gave me his coat or whatever the skin was on me returned holding a bunch of sticks and other things in his bag. "Stay there. I''ll heat you when I get a fire going, or we will both freeze." The man says, and I simply try to nod back as my vocal cords fail to move.


    "I got to tell you, I thought you were dead for a second. Amazingly, you''re still alive." The man stacks the sticks in a campfire pattern, and then he easily lights up the whole thing with a straightforward fire spell, followed by him getting rid of his clothes just to approach me.


    "Alright, you''re probably freezing cold, so heating you up with a flame is a bad idea, so I''ll have to transfer you some heat with my body. I hope you don''t mind." I didn''t even care at this point as long as I didn''t die, but he, for some reason, didn''t seem so embarrassed as he took my clothes off until he saw my female anatomy.


    "Shit, well, forgive me for this, miss, but you will die otherwise; I''m sorry." The man apologizes once more just to lay next to me, almost naked next to my nearly naked body as well; after that, he grabs his coat again and covers himself and me with it as he hugs me, which feels fantastic all of a sudden.


    My skin immediately felt much better, but I could feel the guy calming himself as my body probably felt horrible for him since I was so cold. It probably felt like hugging a block of ice. While it was the best feeling for me, I would have to repay him for putting up with it afterward.


    The fire behind the guy also feels like it heats some of the air near us, which finally allows me to fall asleep like a baby after staying many nights awake like a crazy person thanks to the cold and the ghosts pranking me every damn hour of the nighttime.


    Hours probably went by, and when I finally woke up, I was dressed up again and right before the burning fire. The man who I slept with was now cooking some fish over the fire as well when he greeted me again, this time a little more formally.


    "Hey there, mate! I''m Buster! Sorry about earlier; doing all that to a girl like you made me feel like an asshole, but I could''ve sworn I thought you was a boy!" The man expresses his feelings after handing me a cup of what looks like some sort of hot tea that I immediately begin to sip.


    "So, uhm, how did you end up in these woods all alone? These parts are supposed to be hostile and uninhabitable for anyone, nonetheless, a little girl like ya." The man asks me while he turns the fish over the fire on a little wooden stick that doesn''t catch fire for some reason.


    "I flee danger," I respond to the man with my now unfrozen vocal cords that still feel a little shaken from freezing to the point where I can talk much, not even after thawing. "Danger, uh? Those damn werewolves find you?" Asks the man, who I just noticed had horns on the side of his head at the top of his forehead.


    "Yes, they killed my mom, and I fled," I tell him without telling him about killing some of them or that I''m a vampire, but the man quickly believes my story without even questioning me for a second. "Yeah! Those sons of bitches are some annoying pricks that prey on the weak; luckily for you, they would never mess with me, so you''re safe now."

 Chapter 12: Im Buster!

    It''s been a little less than a whole week since my journey through the forest began, and so far, there are no signs of life; I''ve run out of food and water and am now desperate to find life within my reach. The food situation is not so bad, however, compared to the forest''s incredibly low temperatures.


    I got signs of frostbite on my left cheek last night, and this morning, when I woke up, I could feel my skin freezing even more. My hair is permanently frozen at this point as well; my morale couldn''t be any lower as it seems like I will die of starvation and freezing to death in the middle of nowhere.


    You might say, ''Why didn''t you stay home?'' The reason is quite simple: I doubt those pricks didn''t have any friends or family; since I killed some and others managed to escape, someone was bound to look for me to kill me. If I stayed, I would eventually be killed by their friends and family, and now it seems like I will die again.


    {Bear roar nearby}


    There are also deadly creatures in this forest; I barely managed to evade a pack of little fox creatures by climbing up a tree, but who knows if that will work with other animals like a bear and stuff. I''ve heard multiple noises and roars out here, most of which don''t sound friendly in the slightest, and I''m afraid they will maul me to death if they find me.


    The situation on the ground is grim and also scary; I''ve encountered literal ghosts that suddenly appear right before your very eyes, screaming at the top of their lungs just to leave you laughing like little maniacs after you pee your pants; such things never happened on earth.


    I feel like those encounters and the constant threat to my life are slowly driving me mad, as well as the lack of people to talk to. You would be surprised at how quickly you begin to lose your mind when there''s nobody you can talk to or tell your problems to.


    My eyes feel heavy, and my body feels extremely cold; I shiver in fear and paranoia while my mind tells me, ''It''s okay,'' but I know it''s not. How long can I keep going? I ask this every day, almost all day, whenever the cold breeze hits. Why is this happening to me? I ask.


    I know I lied when I refused to tell the goddess of their mistake when reinstating my soul, but is it really that hard to ask for a fair retrial? Or did she notice, and this is actual hell? My hell!? Is this my punishment for being such a low-life piece of shit? I can only speculate.


    Hours go by, and again, I fail to start a fire and end up going to sleep next to a tree again while shivering from the cold air of the night. The forest gets even scarier at night, thanks to the ghosts that have chosen to mess with me. I keep waking up every now and then when I feel cold hands on my feet, pulling me away just to wake up and see a ghost laughing at my fear.


    To my dismay, this night feels even colder than any other. I suddenly wake up, and a flake of snow hits my face, followed by many more. There''s a loud thunder and a flashy sky covered in dark clouds that begin to drop tons of snow, followed by an icy breeze that keeps me awake all night.


    The day soon arrived hours later, and I finally closed my eyes in defeat after staying awake all night, finally letting myself hit the ground tired and defeated. With my eyes shut and my mind almost gone, I hear footsteps nearby that could be from an animal or a person, but I''m so tired and cold I can''t even open my eyes anymore.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    As I lay on the floor waiting for whatever was near me to end my life, I felt a small poke at the sides of my body followed by more pokes now to my face and someone suddenly trying to talk to me. "Hey! Hey, you alive? Hey! Wake up, are you dead?" A male voice talks as it continues poking me until I make a very soft moan that seems to startle him.


    "Woah! The fuck!? How are you even alive? Hold up! I got you! Hold up!" I can feel another weight on me as soon as the man finishes his sentence, but somehow, this new weight is not so bad; it almost feels like he dropped another coat or something on me, like a rug.


    The footsteps then vanished for a couple of minutes, which finally allowed my eyes to thaw just enough to be able to open them, finally allowing me to see the thing that the man had dropped on me, which looked like some sort of deerskin or something furry like that.


    I lay on the floor next to a tree, still trying to figure things out, when the man who gave me his coat or whatever the skin was on me returned holding a bunch of sticks and other things in his bag. "Stay there. I''ll heat you when I get a fire going, or we will both freeze." The man says, and I simply try to nod back as my vocal cords fail to move.


    "I got to tell you, I thought you were dead for a second. Amazingly, you''re still alive." The man stacks the sticks in a campfire pattern, and then he easily lights up the whole thing with a straightforward fire spell, followed by him getting rid of his clothes just to approach me.


    "Alright, you''re probably freezing cold, so heating you up with a flame is a bad idea, so I''ll have to transfer you some heat with my body. I hope you don''t mind." I didn''t even care at this point as long as I didn''t die, but he, for some reason, didn''t seem so embarrassed as he took my clothes off until he saw my female anatomy.


    "Shit, well, forgive me for this, miss, but you will die otherwise; I''m sorry." The man apologizes once more just to lay next to me, almost naked next to my nearly naked body as well; after that, he grabs his coat again and covers himself and me with it as he hugs me, which feels fantastic all of a sudden.


    My skin immediately felt much better, but I could feel the guy calming himself as my body probably felt horrible for him since I was so cold. It probably felt like hugging a block of ice. While it was the best feeling for me, I would have to repay him for putting up with it afterward.


    The fire behind the guy also feels like it heats some of the air near us, which finally allows me to fall asleep like a baby after staying many nights awake like a crazy person thanks to the cold and the ghosts pranking me every damn hour of the nighttime.


    Hours probably went by, and when I finally woke up, I was dressed up again and right before the burning fire. The man who I slept with was now cooking some fish over the fire as well when he greeted me again, this time a little more formally.


    "Hey there, mate! I''m Buster! Sorry about earlier; doing all that to a girl like you made me feel like an asshole, but I could''ve sworn I thought you was a boy!" The man expresses his feelings after handing me a cup of what looks like some sort of hot tea that I immediately begin to sip.


    "So, uhm, how did you end up in these woods all alone? These parts are supposed to be hostile and uninhabitable for anyone, nonetheless, a little girl like ya." The man asks me while he turns the fish over the fire on a little wooden stick that doesn''t catch fire for some reason.


    "I flee danger," I respond to the man with my now unfrozen vocal cords that still feel a little shaken from freezing to the point where I can talk much, not even after thawing. "Danger, uh? Those damn werewolves find you?" Asks the man, who I just noticed had horns on the side of his head at the top of his forehead.


    "Yes, they killed my mom, and I fled," I tell him without telling him about killing some of them or that I''m a vampire, but the man quickly believes my story without even questioning me for a second. "Yeah! Those sons of bitches are some annoying pricks that prey on the weak; luckily for you, they would never mess with me, so you''re safe now."

 Chapter 13: Dr Stone without the wisdom

    "If I''m not wrong, you''re a vampire, aren''t you?" Mr. Buster says while rotating some sort of flesh around the campfire as my body slowly warms up back to a normal functioning temperature, which I was grateful for if anything.


    "I am, but how can you tell?" I asked him, and he quickly answered with a very short and precise answer. "You have huge fangs on the side of your mouth and smell a lot like blood." I guess it made sense to assume things like those, but damn, was it that easy to detect me? Well, my idea of roaming between humans would not work.


    "Why are you helping me then?" I asked him again, not understanding why someone would just help me out of the goodness of their heart, but their answer was just that, which I didn''t want to think of in the first place. "I couldn''t leave you like that; if you died and I found your dead body days later, I wouldn''t be able to live with myself."


    So, there were good people in this world after all? How curious, and to think I would find a decent person in the middle of fucking nowhere instead of the big city where hundreds of men bought me like I was worth nothing more than a few silver coins.


    "Alright, kid, here you go. I bet you''re starving," Buster soon takes the cooked flesh from the fire just to give the cooked random meat to me as he gestures to eat like I am supposed to be able to eat something like that. In any case, I didn''t want to seem like an asshole, so I grabbed the stick.


    "Thank you. I don''t know how I will ever repay you." I had to be honest with myself. I had to make this man show me the way to survive in the wilderness without sounding clingy because there was zero chance I wouldn''t die alone like I almost did just hours ago.


    It was incredibly naive of me to think I would be able to survive in the wilderness just because I am technically another race that''s supposed to be better than base humans, but what did I know about the wilderness? I barely watched Man versus Wild, for god sake! I didn''t know shit about survival out here; I was running around with my dick in my hand!


    If I didn''t get this nobleman to teach me the ways to survive out here, then I would most likely end up dead one way or another and be the next meal of some wild predator. I had to make friends with Buster, but I also didn''t have social skills, which wouldn''t make it easy.


    "Don''t sweat it, but if you truly want to pay me back, then you''re in luck because I do need help with some things to prepare for the upcoming winter." And just like that, as I am plotting my next way to make this man my mentor, he simply throws out an amazing opportunity to me, which doesn''t take a genius to accept right away. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    "Of course! I''ll help out in any way I can if you don''t let me out here to fend on my own! Please!" Goddamit! I wasn''t supposed to say my intentions right out loud like that. Now, he will think I just want to stick to him like glue because I am truly defenseless and weak out here alone. What if he tried to take advantage?


    I guess my consolation for that would be that he already slept naked next to me and didn''t do anything weird stuff to me. He also seemed to have some sort of moral compass that reassured me I didn''t have much to fear in that department, and even if he did, heck, he saved my life, I wouldn''t have complaints.


    "Ahaha! Now that''s the spirit, kiddo! I am getting a little old for some of these tasks I need your help with, so it will be good for my bones to have you do all those things." Buster''s words now begin to sink in as I start to remember that this era was still like the caveman era of man, which meant anything he needed help with would probably require manual labor! MY NEMESIS!


    Back in my world, I was a complete neet who solely relied on my parents for anything and everything. I never left my room unless I had to buy a new game or a special release manga, and even that reduced with the introduction of digital releases, if not for the price spike for the comfort of my bedroom.


    Yet in this world, there are no such things as mechanical power tools or even the concept of electricity, which means these people still did everything by hand, and I mean everything! Do you want some entertainment? Then you had better start bird-watching or put some bugs to fight each other because the next theatre play is next month.


    You were thirsty and wanted to drink some water? Then you better learn a water spell if your magic is water compatible, or you will have to walk to the nearest fresh water source with a big water container, fill it up with water, and carry it back home unless you want to die!


    I guess I never realized how good I had it even back then, compared to everything I had back in my world. I am so poor in this new one that I would be considered homeless. I mean, I have to look for my own water; it is always smelly, and my hair just grows out, not to mention the lack of variety when it comes to food.


    There''s no top ramen or burgers. Not even pizza is a thing in this world, which is just hideous! I mean, who hasn''t had the great idea to place a sauce on top of some bread dough and let it cook like a regular piece of bread? Wait a second; this world lacks many things I miss.


    Aha! For a second, it seemed like a wild idea crossed my mind, but it was so outlandish that I almost brushed it off entirely until I started thinking about it some more as Buster ate his meat stick like a total champ, simply eating his food.


    What if I become the person that kickstarts the next level of civilization in this world? In my first trial of life, I reincarnated as a mute with a horrible father that didn''t let me experiment or do shit without him beating me up, but now that I am free, what''s stopping me?


    I may not know how many of the things in my world worked but I know for damn sure some of the things I miss existed and that someone figured out how to make that a reality so why can''t I? Look at me being all Dr. Stone like I am some sort of genius, the truth was I was more on the level of chrome with the difference being I was useless in the self-test department as well. WHATEVER! TRIAL AND ERROR NEVER FAILS!

 Chapter 14: Ahhhh my back!

    "Uwaaaahh! UUGH UHHHG!" My moans could practically be heard across the forest as I struggled to pull water out of the well near Buster''s house. For the love of god, hadn''t he heard of a pulley or some other tool like that to pull water a little easier!? I was breaking my back over here!


    "GIIIIHHG! YIEEEEE!" Still, barely halfway out, I am about to get a hernia as I almost start falling inside the water well when Buster catches me and lifts the water bucket like it was nothing with his left hand just looking at me funny like I was some sort of small crying wimp.


    "I''m sorry for sending you to do this task. I forgot you''re still a kid." Buster says, all while cleaning the sweat off my forehead with some old rag while I pant on the floor like a tired dog or something of the sort. I''m just tired, and so done with the day after using all my strength on one task.


    "Tell you what, I''ll let you do some cleaning or something else for the day; I''ll cut the wood myself. Don''t worry about it." Oh man, now I felt patronized, but he wasn''t wrong. After struggling with the water, I really felt useless, but to my defense, his bucket was about as big as me, so cut me a break!


    I may be stronger than a regular kid, but I am not a Hulk, or something overpowered like that. I can''t have things too easy over here; I am not a Yoimiya, after all. Did I just rip off another slightly more successful series like that by the same editor? Oh man, I am the best!


    Small cameo aside, life in this new world and body was not as easy as I thought it would be. The latest reincarnation trail is not as easy as I thought, but at least I wasn''t under the tyranny of some old fart like in my first run, so I would make the best of this one even if it were proving to be complicated.


    To be honest with you, life as a girl is far more complicated than I anticipated. I thought it was all fun and rainbows, but the things girls must worry about are terrifying. For starters, I have to be constantly on the lookout for the next predator since pedophilia seems like the hottest thing in town for these people.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    I can''t sit with my legs wide open anymore and must always behave in a certain way so I look cute and appeal to the desires of the males around me so they keep helping me; I am sure that if I had a shitty attitude toward Buster, he would not keep on putting up with me.


    I guess both genders have their pros and cons. It just sucks I am stuck on the role of the one who is never supposed to talk back or come up with ideas because I am, believe it or not, considered more stupid than my male counterparts, or at least I was in my first reincarnation.


    Boys and girls both go to school in this world, but boys clearly get the magical education while all we are taught is basic math and basic things like how to read and write, all while the boys are getting all of that plus magical lessons on how to use attack magic, it''s all fucked up.


    In any case, I didn''t learn anything in school anyway, and I''d rather forget about that time in the brothel. If I am being honest, I can already see the Rule 34 fan service drawings of me if my story gets into commercial trade as a manga or anime permits it.


    Anyway, as far as today was concerned, all I had to do was get inside Buster''s house, grab a rag and some water, and dust things off there as he told me to. It was a little ironic how I now cleaned someone else''s house, but back in my world, I never bothered to clean my room; it was kind of embarrassing, but hey! I already told you I used to be a Neet.


    I stumble upon some of Buster''s dirty clothes on the floor as I go on cleaning, as well as pieces of uneaten food and other random debris that I sort out in a controlled fashion. If you were wondering why I mentioned my attitude before, let''s just say that being a bossy girl when someone is already lending you a helping hand is not really helpful, talking about your ''Snowwhite remake.''


    That''s why even when I knew I would struggle to pull the water out, I still tried even if, in the end, Buster had to come to my rescue because he gave me an impossible task. I really need to figure out how to make a pulley in this world as soon as possible since I know I can multiply my strength with leverage.


    I don''t know how pulleys work if I am being honest, as I didn''t pay much attention to physics class history, but I do know that it was how some cranes operated since my dad used to be a crane operator for years, and would never shut the hell up about it.


    As far as I am concerned, a pulley worked by redirecting all of my strenght to the object I try to lift by removing my initial weight from the equation since whenever you try to lift something, you also have to lift yourself along with the weight. Therefore you''re letting the pulley to do part of the lifting for you or something like that.

 Chapter 15: Buster is a beast

    It''s been a couple of weeks since I moved in with Buster, and from what I''ve seen, the weather only seems to be getting somehow even colder, with the freezing temperatures being low enough to freeze you to death if you aren''t wearing a coat or something of the sort in seconds.


    My tasks are relatively simple: I clean, cook, wash clothes, and other stuff like that. I''ve been working on my hand carving techniques in my spare time, using a dull knife and some pieces of wood to understand better how to craft since I need weapons to be helpful as a hunter.


    On the menu today was some simple vegetable and meat stew that I thought would taste nice after tasting all the vegetables available to me, which looked like potatoes, tomatoes, and whatever these white thingies were called, onions or something like that. No matter, I didn''t need food to survive anyway. All I needed was some blood now and then.


    Getting blood wasn''t hard either as Buster was usually able to catch small rabbits and other small animals to feed me fresh blood since dead blood has a disgusting iron-like taste that I did not like one bit, at least fresh blood had a better taste like that of grape juice if grape juice were more gore.


    As I cook inside the cabin, I hear Buster returning home, but instead of coming straight in, he stops and turns around. I listen to voices all over the cabin as if they surround Buster. "We know you have our prey, Buster; give it up or face the consequences!" One voice I knew all too well says while Buster laughs.


    "And if''n I don''t?" Buster responds with pressure near the cabin and probably all over the surrounding forest. It feels like it could make you crumble all of a sudden. I definitely felt it right away; that strenght and aura of a true fighter was frightening.


    "So you''re strong! So what!? We are twenty; no matter how strong you are, you can''t win, Buster; give us the prey." As the wolfman responded, the pressure got even more potent, almost pinning me to the ground with how intense it felt; all I could do now was to hide behind the door and wait as Buster did his thing.


    "Well, I am afraid to say, gents, that your prey is now under my protection; if you want them, then you will have to do it over my dead body," Buster''s voice sounds incredibly menacing as the wolf people all start retreating behind their leader probably thinking that the risk outweighs the reward.


    "You''re committing a grave mistake, Buster. We will not leave the kid alone; if you are in the way, we will just have to wait for more to arrive. This is not over!" The wolfman who had managed to flee the first time was the one who now led an attack team to try and get me back, which was kind of scary since I thought they would just leave me alone.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    "How many Werewolves does it take to take down an old geezer like me? One Hundred? Two hundred? Is your kind really that weak?" Buster responds with such tempting words that the leader immediately turns around, angrier than ever, along with his friends, who get ready to fight.


    {Ready to duel - Yasuharu Takanashi}


    "Shut up, old man! We will kill you right now!" While all I could see was through the door crack, what I saw next was truly astonishing as Buster easily started punching the werewolves away with so much ease it would make you think they were not that strong, but take in mind that they quickly destroyed my mom who was supposed to be a mature vampire lady.


    "You call this strenght? This is strenght!" Buster says as he catches the leader''s hand just to rip it off his body like he was made out of paper and then just bite it right before him as the werewolf yawns and screams in pain, all while his friends are easily thrown around against trees and rocks nearby all while avoiding destroying the house.


    Who the hell was Buster anyway? I mean, I loved that he was on my side, but my god, he was a monster, a mighty monster with a kind heart and love beyond any other; just how did he get so strong? Was it the result of living in the woods alone his whole life?


    {Sound of airwaves clearing up}


    "Grade two!" As soon as Buster finishes inhaling a lot of air, he suddenly poops his chest clear open with nothing but muscle, as well as his arms and thighs become huge like those of a dedicated bodybuilder, almost like he used air or magic to achieve such a herculean physique which was incredibly frightening to look at.


    "Come on! Let''s go! I''m just warming up!" Buster screams as the werewolves start retreating while squealing like hurt dogs after their master educates them.


    "Bastard! Ugh! Retreat! Retreat! Ugh! Fuck you, old man! Ugh!" The pack leader simply packs up and runs away toward the bushes while his comrades follow him, all humiliated and defeated by the mighty Buster, whom I now wanted to learn from more than ever before; if I could fight like him, holy hell, I would be unstoppable!


    The pressure around the area soon becomes incredibly dull as Buster slowly walks back toward the house while his physique returns to normal. The best part of the whole thing is that he doesn''t even mention his fight with the wolves until I ask him about it.


    "Thank you for not giving up on me, Buster; I am in your debt." Buster simply places his hand over my head and pats it with love and care, almost making me feel like he thought of me as his daughter or something.


    "Don''t mention it; I told you you''d be safe. I never break my promises. Now, what did you make for dinner? I am starving." If there ever needed to be a definition of stoic behavior, then Buster would be the clear example as he was clearly a little hurt from his short fight, but even so, he didn''t show any signs of weakness to me, nor did he complain about it even one bit. Was I feeling admiration or love, for god sake?

 Chapter 16: KP engine

    "This stew has a good flavor to it." Buster simply eats the food I made him without any more fuzz or comments regarding the whole world people''s situation, probably not wanting to worry me, so I stopped pressing the matter since he didn''t want to bring it up.


    "How did it go with the hunt? Did you catch something for me?" I ask Buster, who almost immediately points to his side bag, probably letting me know my food is sitting there. "Yeah, I got you a little something, alive, of course, since you make faces when the food is dead." Oh, come on! Was it that noticeable I didn''t like dead blood?


    Without further ado, I simply walk to get the bag, where I find another little magic rabbit that tries to run away from me as soon as I get it out of the bag. I kind of felt bad for the animals I had to suck the blood of, but I had to come to terms with the fact that it was either drinking their blood or starving to death, and I didn''t want to die. Thank you very much.


    "Thank you for the meal, Mr. Buster," I say to the massive guy simply keeps eating away at his food without even batting an eye when I dig my teeth into the rabbit, quickly consuming its blood and therefore killing it in the process as the rabbit looks at me with it''s dying eyes it made me feel like an asshole.


    "Don''t sweat it, kid. You remind me of me when I was your age." Buster opens up another conversation as he finishes his meal, followed by a loud burp that makes me feel good about it, maybe because it meant he liked what I made him.


    "Why is that?" I ask him back, and he answers with a short, sweet answer. "I used to be weak and magicless like you. I still barely know any magic at all." What Buster says caught my attention quite fast. I thought that his aura and power would be all magic-related, but what he said could have been that it didn''t.


    "How are you so powerful then?" I ask Buster back, who again responds with a short answer. "The short answer is training; the long answer is that I am a legendary master of KP energy." KP energy? Did he mean Ki? Like back in my world? Ki power? The energy within you?


    "Would you teach me?" Buster stands up excitedly and puffs his chest when I ask him to be my teacher, probably because he has been waiting for that moment his whole life. "Of course, but you have to make me a promise if I teach you the ways of my master and his master before me." The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    In all seriousness, Buster walks toward me to place his hand on my head, making me feel small, as if I needed that right now. "What is it I have to promise?" As soon as I asked Buster, he gave me an unexpected answer.


    "You have to promise not to use these techniques and powers to do evil things. Our fighting style is meant for self-defense and the defense of others, not to harm people for no reason; you must promise before I teach you anything." Shit, well, now he sounded like my karate teacher back in my school years, but this time it was different since this world gave me a blank slate to write my story so I could try to change my ways.


    "Alright, I promise not to use your techniques for evil things. Still, how would I know if I am good at using your powers?" Buster busts out a laugh when I throw my apparently stupid question to him, with his answer being quite shocking.


    "Oh, kid, I believed you were a boy back then because you were irradiating KP energy, which is usually found in few young boys, so you might just be the first girl ever to have it." There it was; could it be that I had some tremendous hidden powers after all?


    "It''s not much, but you should be able to flee and fight off one or two werewolves once your training is complete." Of course, I didn''t, hadn''t I learned yet? I can''t have anything too straightforward, can I? It is almost like the writer has some sort of beef against me or something, I swear.


    "Anything is better than being defenseless my whole life. I''d rather be able to run away fast enough than die at the hands of a predator." Buster laughs and pats my head as I say that, probably because he found my comment funny, which was the intention.


    "Yes, sometimes you must stand your ground, but if a conflict is not worth your time, just let it go. Fighting people left and right only gets you into endless troubles, it''s best to fight only when you have to." So that''s why he didn''t just go and finish the clan of wolf people once and for all? He seemed strong enough to do so, albeit in a way he was right.


    If you think about it, going around and erasing an entire clan of people is not the sort of thing that leaves you alone, living a life in peace. Someone is bound to want to seek revenge for their loved ones who will trace you down and seek your death, so yeah, I could see why Buster wouldn''t want that.


    Wow, so my master in my previous world was right as well? Fighting people for no reason only gets you into trouble, and it''s sometimes better to just walk away and avoid a pointless fight. My time in this world changed my perspective on life a little, after all.

 Chapter 17: How to make bow string

    "Come on! Just five more push-ups! You can do it!" Buster encouraged me to keep going after achieving the milestone of twenty push-ups, which, for a previous loser without muscles, was a lot already. It''s been only a few days since I asked Buster to train me, and the physical training has been tiresome.


    Most of the exercises require that I use my body weight to exercise, and I have got to tell you, the pain I feel at the moment is terrible. Still, I feel great whenever I finish and look at my progress. It''s only been a few days, but I already feel much more solid and confident in my body as I get to know my limits through exercise.


    I get to do sit-ups, planks, push-ups, run around for a while, and even lift water buckets. All to make me more capable, and although I feel tired and my muscles ache, I can tell it''s working since my confidence is at an all-time high. Right after I finish a set, it feels good.


    "Alright, Annabel! It''s time to go out for a quick run! We are going to the river back and forward!" I can feel my knees about to give up. While Buster also notices I am at my breaking point, he encourages me to keep pushing, so I continue moving my limiter to the maximum, following behind him on a quick run to the river, which was only about a mile away.


    My tired feet can barely keep up with Buster''s incredible speed as I feel the air in my lungs is insufficient to keep going. Yet, sweating so much was kind of crazy; I finally realized that my body heat was so great I didn''t even feel the air''s coldness or the forest''s loneliness as I chased after Buster.


    All I could see and feel was the flow of energy bursting within me, pushing my muscles to their limits while pressing my feet firmly against the ground. With so much strenght, I felt in total control of my movement. I was in total control of my body for once in my life. I pushed myself to do something I hated doing.


    Yet, instead of feeling bothered or incredibly tired, I felt great, almost as if I had always wanted to do something like that but never bothered actually to put in the work.


    "There are skills that one must polish for an entire lifetime to be the best at it so that one day you can pass down your knowledge. This is my lesson today. I will teach you how to craft a bow from nothing but deer hide and a good stick." Buster''s words make my eyes sparkle as he shoots out his massive bow into a nearby tree with such precision it''s impressive.


    Without further ado, I follow Buster to another nearby location where he dries the deer hide of several deer he has killed over the months and others from years ago. "The deer hide must be dried first for a little bit before we cut it like this."


    I observe Buster''s hand movements as he effortlessly cuts the deer hide in a spiral pattern down to the center of the hide. "You must cut around your finger''s thickness since yours are so skinny. Here, try it with that other one." Buster hands me the knife, and once he is done with his side, he points to another hung deer hide next to me.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    As far as how I did, I could''ve done better, but because I am not used to such weird cutting knives made out of obsidian and other weirdly sharp rocks, I botch the cut more or less. As Buster soon pointed out, it wasn''t so bad, but I couldn''t help but feel dumb.


    "Alright, now it''s time to turn, twist, and stretch it. Play around with it a bit," I see what he does next as I try to copy what he does, which is just to do as he said. Buster simply twists the little string-like cuts he made, all while bending and stretching it with care as I assumed he could easily break it off.


    "You''re probably thinking that this will either make an extremely long or thick string, but trust me, it will be just right once it''s done." Buster''s suggesting that I would even doubt whatever he says baffled me feel like I would know anything about making anything.


    I''d been training and carving pieces of wood daily, and I''ve somehow got worse so far. Regarding technology and math, I outclassed probably everyone in this world, but in terms of survival skills, I have next to none without Buster babysitting me all the time.


    "I would never doubt you, Master."


    "Alright, well, once you''re done twisting the skin, you want to start making it into a knot on itself. Here, let me show you how." Buster brushes off my feelings aside and continues with the crafting lesson as he repeatedly tries to show me how to knot the dam thing unto itself, but I just can''t get it.


    Buster''s huge hands are somehow able to quickly move the little thin cuts of twisted deer hide unto a very complex knotted U-shaped hook like it was nothing while I couldn''t even comprehend how the fuck he had done it. I watch closely at his hands repeatedly until I repeat what he does, and he surprises me as my hands manage to do the same while I watch him.


    Still, whenever Buster would stop showing me his movements, I would just freeze until he resumed, slowing down even more every time until I finally got my little knot done. "Oh my god, I was dying there; how do you make it look so easy?" I ask Buster, who just chuckles and answers me with a sweet response.


    "I''ve been doing it for years; it would be shameful if I still found it difficult now, wouldn''t it?" I finally breathed once I heard him laugh again since I had become so tense that my hands were stiff.


    "Alright, now comes the easy part; you just got to twist this whole thing into a Norean twist, not a reverse twist, alright? Here, let me show you." I once again watch as Buster does some kind of weird shit around with his strings, all while I watch, not being able to understand how the fuck he does it again.


    "You got it?" Buster asks me to, to which I respond with silence and a subtle shaking of my head. "Alright, I''ll show you again, but slower; try to follow me again." Buster doesn''t waste a breath as he quickly dismantles his progress, just doing it again in a very slow motion so that my smooth brain can understand it.


    It was basically like a braided type of twist with simple knot-like twists in between so the three strands wouldn''t disappear whenever you finished a section. It took Buster literally ten seconds to do it, but it took me around half an hour to do it as I kept messing it up and redoing it multiple times.


    "The last part with the string before placing it into the bow is to let it dry to which we will just use the weight of these heavy wooden sticks that we can attach to our string overnight while I show you how to pick a good stick for the bow of course."

 Chapter 18: The empire demands my imprisoment

    "But Master Buster, wouldn''t it make sense if we used two sticks instead of just one?" I say to Buster as an idea pops into my mind while he shows me how to tie the now-dry deerhide string into the bow. Buster soon looks at me and says.


    "What do you mean by two sticks?" I quickly visualize two little sticks I found on the ground, which consist of one bigger and another smaller stick that are both placed on the ground in opposite directions like a mirror, making them touch at the center of their respective arches.


    "If the bow works off tension, wouldn''t having a system that adds even more tension make sense?" Buster looks at me rather amused and surprised as soon as he gets my idea, almost like I have finally shown him something he can use to train me better.


    "You are neither the Strongest nor the fastest student I have ever had, but you are unique in your way, Annabel. Your mind is far greater than that of a normal person. What you described is known as Double bow, but it''s only something nobles and elite warriors know about a kid like you would''ve never heard of it."


    Buster then simply walks away to the house to retrieve something, and once he returns, he shows me exactly what I thought of, which was a big bow with more than two sources of tension, but most importantly, it looked incredibly cool, almost like an art piece.


    "This is my double bow, which I won long ago. It''s my most powerful bow, which, now that you mentioned, might as well be your first true bow once you learn how to shoot one." Buster lets me hold his double bow for a couple of seconds, which feels nice in my hands as it''s lightweight and matches the color of my hair with its varnish.


    "Thank you, Master, but as you said, I would like to learn how to shoot first," The air soon thickens as I excitedly watch Master''s face switch from a friendly smile to a deadly stare into the deep forest as a strange fog appears out of thin air without warning.


    "Shit, these guys really want you dead, uh? Get behind me and watch my back. I got this." Master Buster doesn''t even flinch as the cold air makes me shiver since the temperature in the area drops below freezing temperatures quickly, followed by the deployment of Buster''s second-grade form right away.


    "SECOND GRADE!" The tremendous heat from Buster''s body was enough to keep me warm with how close I was to him. Still, more importantly, with me now with a bow in hand, I felt at least a little better; even though I didn''t know how to shoot it, I still stood firm, pretending like I did while holding an arrow next to it.


    "Master Buster, the champion who earned his freedom, how lucky I am to fight a legend like you." A strange voice talks from within the trees'' safety until they finally reveal themselves from the bushes before us, holding what appeared to be a reaper with eyes so red you can see them behind their dark aura.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    "Coming here will be your mistake, ''Walking Dead, '' although if you''re here, this matter has become imperial; how unfortunate," Buster responds to the person holding the deadly-looking scythe, which looked so sharp it almost cut my eyes just by looking at it for too long.


    "Yes, the person your new student killed was a nobleman well-connected to the empire. She can''t be allowed to live any further. Hand them over to me, and I will leave you alone out of principle, Buster. I would rather not have to fight you."


    The person suddenly threw a pair of what looked like shackles at Buster''s feet, and for a second, he turned around to look at my scared eyes filled with nothing more than pure fear as I did not want to die, not when the new body I had got was the best I''d had ever.


    I doubt I would be hitting the lottery again like this; for heck''s sake, I am a vampire and a dangerous fighter, even without magic. I am much stronger than any human back on earth already. Why would I risk dying? Plus, it''s not even guaranteed I will reincarnate a third time.


    Still, that piece of shit I killed was a nobleman!? What are the fucking odds!? Just my luck! Of course, the one motherfucker trying to kill me and I actually end up killing ends up being some douche-rich boy from some other part of the world, of course, with my LUCK!


    "A tempting offer, Scara, but I promised them I wouldn''t let harm come their way already, so you know what that means." This person called Scara soon shakes their head from side to side as he makes a weird noise with his mouth as if to say, ''You''ve made a mistake.''


    "Buster, not being prudent enough will be your downfall. You actually think a peasant like you stands a chance against my unbeatable power?" Scara makes the temperature in the surrounding areas drop even more, practically freezing everything except Buster and me since I was still close to his heat-intensive body.


    "I don''t give a shit if you''re the goddamn Emperor; I''ve earned my freedom through battle. To me, you''re the arrogant fool." For a moment, neither of them moves while I observe, almost shitting myself, as I sense the tremendous amount of power coming from both fighters since I can barely breathe, thanks to how heavy the air is.


    The actual world pressure on us felt like suddenly being at the top of a mountain, which almost knocked me out. Still, I kept concentrating on breathing as hard as possible until the enemy tried to use a magical projectile against me. Buster cannot stop the attack, but as expected, his attack vanishes as soon as it comes near me.


    "Anti-magic, forgive me about that, Master Buster, but I had to know if the rumors were true; they say she is untouchable by magical things, and it seems like it wasn''t a lie; how interesting." Buster still doesn''t move and keeps his guard up as the enemy reveals their clones.


    There were at least ten of them, and that''s how one of them had managed to slip Buster''s range of view enough to leave me vulnerable to an attack from the real enemy who hides behind the cover of his clones. "So you have shadow clones, so what!? First KP move! All-encompassing tornado!"


    Buster''s gigantic hands quite literally grab onto the air near it as he turns his hand insanely quickly one hundred and eighty degrees, suddenly throwing a massive air current behind him that rips apart five clones with a single strike. He throws his attack, which looks like a gigantic wind blade.


    "Impressive, you destroyed five in a single blow, and you don''t even look tired. I must say I am excited after seeing such strenght from a peasant."


    "How about you fight me and get it over with? I hate people who are all bark, no bite."

 Chapter 19: Now Ive done it

    "All-encompassing Firewall!" Scara screams the name of his attacks, which is quite literally a firewall but coming from five different angles, all surrounding an inescapable;e attack that I brace for until I notice how Buster chuckles just to make his move against the walls.


    "Let the mighty be HUMBLED! Earth-shattering wall!" Buster does a feat greater than most anime characters I''ve seen when he digs his hands into the ground so that he can pull out several walls made from rock and dirt in just a couple of seconds, shielding us from the firewalls as they explode after coming into contact with the dirt walls.


    "Impressive, Buster, but I wonder how long you can stay in grade two. You''re much older than your prime self. After all, maybe that version of you stood a chance against me. NOW DIE!" The enemy user doesn''t even let me blink before his fist crosses Buster, throwing him against the house with a single strike.


    The shattering speed of the guy named Scara was out of this world. How could someone like that even exist? I thought Buster was to be the strongest of them all, but could this guy be stronger!? How can that be? I am sure Buster isn''t a weakling. "Now, what do I do with you? Should I take you dead or alive? I get the same reward either way."


    The man''s eyes feel like they pierce right through my soul as my body trembles in fear. I cannot move at all. I look at the man as he slowly walks toward me, with no sign from Buster. Now more easily visible, his clothes are those of a knight of sorts, perhaps of a spartan warrior from ancient times, as he did not wear too much armor.


    "Tsk! Like hell I''ll let you get me! I still have one more strategy up my sleeve! RUN AWAY!" I was not about to engage a guy strong enough to place Buster out of commission like heck I would; who do you think I am, a suicide bomber!? If I don''t run away, he will kill me without a struggle!


    Yet the man shatters all my hopes when I try to run away, and he almost instantly appears before me after I quickly turn around to run away from him. "Peasants like you stand no chance against the inescapable power of royalty! You are nothing but ants to us!" I feel fear and despair running through my veins. While trying to walk back, I feel a sudden sharp pain in my throat.


    The guys showed me again why I wouldn''t be able to beat anyone, not even with training; being invulnerable to magic is good, but physical weapons can still damage me. How ironic. I am about to die at the hands of a douche guy using a scythe, he will rip my neck off if I don''t move away, but I can''t even breathe while he holds me like this against a tree.


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    It all happened so fast that I didn''t even have time to react, and the reaction time of a normal person is around 120 milliseconds, which means that this guy moves faster than that. The blink of an eye takes around 100 to 150 milliseconds, which means this guy is so fast you would lose sight of him in literally the blink of an eye. How ironic.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    "If I am going to die anyway, might I suggest you don''t cut off my head?" Scara maniacally laughs as his scythe slowly digs into my neck from my right side, quickly splurting a lot of blood from the tiny cut as he continues to mock me.


    "Why would I take your whole dead body with me? All I need is your head! But please cry louder! I enjoy seeing those fear-filled eyes and your desperation! They''re great! Your moans of pain and your complete outer fear are delightful!"


    I don''t even get the chance to react before Scara quickly turns his scythe so he can cut off my right hand clean off with it, leaving behind a pool of blood as I scream in pain, looking at the sky, praying for a quick death. That''s right, I can''t win; I have no superpowers, super speed, or incredibly high luck, I can''t win.


    "Guess you won''t be needing the other one either!" Scara mocks me again, so he goes ahead and slices my left hand as well, speeding up my bleeding by cutting my time in half. I would die any second now, this was shitty death, but at least I tried to make the best of it, damn.


    "Uh?! How are you!? UGGHH!" Scara is taken by surprise by a bloodied Buster, who quickly throws the man away from me, using his body to tackle him to the ground as he screams at me. "GET OUT OF HERE! YOU''RE A VAMPIRE YOUR HANDS WILL HEAL OFF! JUST RUN!"


    "HOW DARE YOU!?" Scara tries his best to get away from Buster, but my master doesn''t let him move much as he uses probably all his strenght to restrain the man as I leave the scene because I didn''t wish to die that day. Still, because I didn''t have any hands now, I couldn''t even pick up things to be prepared, so I did as I did the first time and ran without a plan AGAIN!


    Why does this shit happen to me, man!? I am just trying to be a better person now that I''ve reincarnated, but this world wants me to be the evil guy who will eventually bite back, doesn''t it?? Or perhaps the god controlling fate thinks I will keep cowering out of every situation?


    All I do is run away all the time; I keep having to depend on others for my survival everywhere I''ve gone every time I''ve been alive. I''ve never fought back; I have always been a coward, but I don''t want to anymore! I don''t know what encouraged me to make such a radical move, but after sucking the blood off some dead rabbits, I left behind the day before, I ran back to where Scara and Buster kept fighting it out.


    My hands quickly regenerate entirely thanks to the blood I take in, and I don''t know why, but I boldly gun it toward the double bow and grab some arrows as I put all my trust in my body, which now obeyed me better than ever. My breath and heart rate slow down as I watch my master against the ground while I aim.


    The nervousness in my body makes me tremble for a second, but I close my eyes just to remind myself of the cold truth about letting Buster die or of running away with no life skills. I am dead even if this guy doesn''t kill me. It''s the middle of the winter, and while I know how to make fire now, I wouldn''t be able to make one unless I want to announce my presence.


    In other words, I either fight here and die or run away and die; either way, I die! So I might as well go out fighting! Without much thought and having never shot a bow before, I do my best to aim at the guy''s head as I calm my body down so I don''t shake as much until I unconsciously let go of the arrow.


    Seconds later, Scara''s body twitches and stiffens up as I see a ton of blood splattered all over the ground coming from the man''s head. Buster doesn''t even question it or let the man fight back, even if he could quickly take away his scythe; he uses it to cut the man''s head off.


    Still, once I see the lifeless man''s body, my heart feels heavy; I feel guilty about something all of a sudden. I know I''ve killed before, but it somehow felt different this time. It was like shooting the guy from behind was dirty or unjust, but I came to terms with it as I realized that I would have to do much more of that if I wanted to live.

 Chapter 20: We are moving out

    "It''s okay, kid, you did good there. Don''t sweat it. He had it coming." Buster quickly catches on to my guilty feelings as he cautiously approaches me so he can embrace me with a warm hug and a pat on the head, which calms my heart rate enough to keep me from crying.


    "I don''t want to kill to survive, Master. I just want a normal life, but as long as I live in these woods, I will never know peace, yet I don''t want to leave you, Master!" I reply to Buster as he comforts me as best he can while keeping a straight face without much emotion.


    "It''s going to be the same for me now, kid. I''ve avoided these guys for decades, but destiny also wants me to move along. We don''t have to part ways just yet." Buster''s words immediately calmed my heart and soul as I did not want to move to another place without him; I just couldn''t make it without someone who knew what they were doing, you know?


    Sure, I was an adult already when I died in my previous life, but as I said countless times before, I depended on my parents for everything. I never worked a day in my life. I never learned how to be responsible with money or even gained many skills for survival or negotiation, so in short, I never really grew up.


    It''s a bit embarrassing, but I''ve grown so much more in the past few months I''ve been alive in this world than in my 40-year-old past life. I''ve just been forced to grow up and accept the world as it is, a cruel and unforgiving world that wishes to kill you or exploit you at every turn.


    This world is even more unforgiving than the modern world of Japan. This world doesn''t care if you''re a grown adult or a puny little girl without magic. It will try to kill you equally. I''ve already had too many encounters with death, and many are more to come with how unlucky I''ve been.


    The poor are destined to be poor forever, and the rich only get richer without caring if their fellow citizens have enough money to buy their next meal of the day. In many ways, this world is like my previous one: the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer no matter how much the poor may work, as hard work never rewards anyone but the lucky few who eventually figure it out.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Still, even though it was next to impossible in my world, you could at least become someone without needing to have birth rights, but in this world, it looks like your birth parents and family determine everything from your education to your vocation.


    In a cruel world that is dominated by these classist societies that look down on peasants and hold royalty in the highest regard, there''s just no place for a murdering girl like me who has killed two noblemen; I am sure the entire country will be coming after me if I don''t flee.


    Having Buster next to me on this next journey to leave the country is the biggest blessing I could ever get. Perhaps the god of fate is not being so harsh now that I''ve recognized my flaws as a person. I am no hero of justice nor a villainous leader, just a simple guy who wants to lead a better life, but if death follows me, then so be it.


    Being a girl has its advantages and disadvantages in this world; most people will come to my rescue if they see me in trouble, but they will also dismiss my ideas right away and tell me to shut the hell up whenever I see an obvious flaw in something they propose which is not a very fair deal.


    In any case, now that we have a new purpose just sitting on the floor, I soon propose to bury the body, to which Buster agrees by instructing me to do it myself since he would have to pack everything up so we could leave the area as soon as freaking possible.


    I don''t like the idea of doing it, but I will still go ahead so Buster doesn''t change his mind about coming along with me. I was still in his debt after all, wasn''t I? Not that it mattered, but the man''s body had some interesting things that I took a second look at, like his pocket knife and little plated armor.


    "Okay, maybe not the armor, but I could use a well-crafted metal knife," I say as I steal the knife from the corpse and hide it inside my dress near my breast area, which is a bit weird for a knife but I really didn''t have anywhere else to put it since dresses in this era didn''t have pockets!


    I already had previous experience digging a grave, so that part doesn''t take long, so I quickly dispose of the body in a somewhat deep hole that I make with a simple shovel and a sturdy stick in less than two hours. Yet I do not forget to spit on the corpse a couple of times before burying it.


    "You''re not so great now, are you? You''re dead! That''s what you are!"

 Chapter 21: A bit of Busters back story

    "Alright, sugar and spice, we''ve got to get moving now; I bet this asshole has troops on standby which means we have hours before a whole witch hunt kickstarts after us," Buster remarks as he throws me a bag full of things as well which felt like mostly food and some clothes.


    "I''m sorry I got you into this; you didn''t have to fight him; I heard him. Still, thank you for not selling me out. I love you." I respond to Buster with an overly emotional comment that surprises me: what the hell has been going on with my body and mind lately? I am a guy, damn it! I am not overly emotional like that, right?


    "Don''t sweat it, kid; like I said, I''ve also been avoiding these guys for a long time. I would have to move out eventually, so I might as well do it with good company." Buster slowly but surely gets me closer to him with his right arm so he can hug me quickly, relieving all my fears with a hug. Man, I had to get checked out or something. This isn''t me.


    Why was I getting emotional over everything, and why did I care more about feelings and stuff lately? I knew I had changed the first time I reincarnated and got sold into slavery by my father, but this is different. It''s like my soul is slowly also turning female, god what will happen to me then?


    I''ve already changed a lot from my former self. I no longer seek to depend on others for help, but at the same time, I''ve also started to care more about others, and I thirst for social life. Why am I also changing like that? Not that it mattered much. It was just a little freaky. I mean, wouldn''t you?


    Man looking back at my life opens up my eyes to just how big of an asshole I used to be before my death. I always treated my mother wrong and also was incredibly rude to my dad; if only I could go back and say, ''I am sorry for being such a piece of shit,'' then I would do it without a doubt.


    Still, life moves on, and as of now, it seems like Buster is my new father figure after my mother died right after my second reincarnation. Yet, I do find these things happening to me quite weird. Why, in both reincarnations, did I end up as a magicless girl without parents? Not that I know that my father is dead in this new trial, but that is strange, isn''t it?


    Also, why did the name Annabel stick out in both reincarnations? My first name wasn''t Annabel in my first trial, but it was my second name. Is there any connection there? Well, there''s no time to think about it, as I''ve got to catch up with Buster, who''s already started moving.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    The quiet nature of the forest is tedious, but I keep going in silence until the better part of me gets me, and I start asking questions to kill time while I follow Buster since I don''t know where we are going. "So, who thought you the KP engine techniques Master?" I ask Buster, and he responds with interest.


    "It was my father who thought me before our village got destroyed in a raid. I didn''t get how it worked initially, but I unlocked my full potential by force in my fight for survival at the Colosseum; that''s a place you never want to find yourself in." Buster keeps walking as I throw a follow-up question to him.


    "What happened at the Colosseum? That guy we killed said something about it, too." Buster doesn''t look so pleased to bring up the topic, but he continues his comprehensive explanation without much fuss, as he is probably also bored.


    "I killed my way to freedom. I know my name isn''t Buster, but since I don''t remember what I was called before getting enslaved, I''ve chosen to go by the name I earned myself in the Colosseum; everyone would cheer my nickname because I used to mess people up."


    Buster doesn''t look so happy now, and I stop right there as I follow up with an apology for making him bring that up. It must''ve been tough for him. "I am sorry I made you bring that up; I bet it''s painful to make you remember those days. I''m sorry." Buster smiles slightly as he keeps walking.


    "Don''t worry about it; you will hear about it one day. My story is too famous to be kept a secret forever. You would find out eventually. It is sad that out of thousands of gladiators, I am the only one in history to earn their freedom. Nobody else has done it after me."


    Goddamn, this Colosseum fate sounds worse than death. I remember what the Colosseums were supposed to be like according to those gladiator movies I used to watch, but by the sounds of it, the reality of the world was even worse than some vanilla movie tailored for people who are faint of heart.


    Everything really does seem to be like I said before: the world is a cruel and unforgiving place ready to kill or exploit you at any given time. Man, I wonder just how strong Buster used to be in his prime since he can still keep up with the nobility and is sixty years old. Not that I know his age, but he looks old.


    Could I become as strong as him if I learned the ways of the KP engine? I know I am capable of growth, but will I be able to fight off enemies like the recent one on my own someday? We barely won by pure luck; our enemy was overconfident and greatly underestimated me, but I doubt that will always happen.


    If I could become at least half as strong as Master Buster, I would at least be able to help him more rather than resort to hiding behind him with my tail between my legs. The KP engine is complicated, though I''ve seen it. I''ve felt the energy, but it''s too complicated to control it at will.


    Think of KP energy as water and me as a vessel. Sure, I could try catching some water from the stream, but how will I do that when I am an inanimate object without legs or arms to move around? The water stream is right there, but how can I get there? It''s hard!

 Chapter 22: Frescoes the town of dwarfs

    "Alright, Annabel, there''s an old friend we must visit if we wish to leave the empire in one piece. He can get us across but doesn''t like it when people bring up the scars on his face. I am telling you this because I don''t want you to upset him. Do you understand? Don''t ask him anything regarding his scars."


    Buster quite seriously tells me this while we resume our walk after sleeping a short while since we both felt a little tired the night before; however, as Buster mentioned before, since the guy from before did end up having troops, their camp smoke is visible a couple of miles away to the south.


    "I get it, but shouldn''t we be more concerned with that?" I point to the massive smoke coming from the direction of Master''s house, which makes him tear up a little. "They''ve finally realized what we did and will be coming after us; fortunately, this light snowstorm will cover our tracks."


    The snow falling from the sky also feels incredibly cold as the light air currents hit my cheeks violently. The day is so chilly I start trembling as I trail behind Buster, who leads the way and shields most of the cold air, using his body to break away the high air currents so I don''t suffer as much.


    "Son of a bitch, it''s never been this cold before; Annabel gets closer to me. I can handle it, but you worry me." Buster slows down so I can catch up to him again. "Alright, here, I can use my grade 1 for the day, but you must stay warm. I don''t need this."


    Buster almost makes me tear up as he quickly turns around while taking his warm scarf and winter hat off so he can put them on me while his body starts to steam like before when he was using grade two, except he wasn''t huge this time just a little more toned and shiny.


    "Thank you," I tell Buster as he continues to walk forward without commenting on anything else. I''d never met such a person in my entire life, not even in my past life as a neet. Such a selfless, righteous guy who will not let harm through a defenseless brat like me, I will never forget this man, I swear it!


    The rest of the journey to the first town takes a little over two days, as the first and second days are spent just walking toward it. Neither Buster nor I ate or drank much of anything the entire way to this new town, much smaller than I thought. The city looked like it only had about 200 people living in it.


    The wooden houses built in a circle pattern remind me of the houses I''d seen in pictures from national geographic magazines. Houses made from entire logs stacked on top of each other with a stereotypical chimney sticking out of every cabin in town. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    "This is Frescoes town. My friend Thomas lives here." Buster says this, but this time, after walking for another hour or so after waking up, my body just refuses to move at all. As we step into the town, I simply freeze in place. "Annabel? Damn it, I''ve got you, don''t worry."


    Buster quickly but surely grabs me like a little doll between his arms while using his grade one with more intensity, quickly warming my entire body with so much heat I start sweating immediately. Still, I do not say anything until he finally stops before a good-looking cabin at the edge of town.


    {Light kicks against the door}


    "Thomas! It''s me. I need your help!" Buster yells a little while using his feet to knock on the door for a couple of minutes until finally, someone comes to open the door; it is a very small boy who looks even younger than me inside, licking his fingers.


    "Sorry about that. I was in the middle of dismembering dinner; please come in." The little boy says, yet this time, when the flames finally light u their face and body a little better, I finally realize that the boy wasn''t a boy but some sort of dwarf since he had a beard and didn''t act like a kid.


    "Oh!? Who is that? I didn''t know you had a kid, Buster! Ahaha!" Buster laughs along with Thomas as he finally places me on the floor inside the guy''s cabin, which has all sorts of small things like little chairs and a table that''s kid-sized with one enormous chair in the middle for some reason.


    Buster is massive, so he barely fits inside, just barely avoiding the ceiling while walking inside the man''s house, but for me, it all looks the right size for once. "Yeah, I didn''t know I had a kid either until their mom showed up with her. She never came back for them, as you can see."


    "Talk about a doozie! So! How may I help you, old friend, old pal?" The little dwarf man asks Buster while handing him a glass full of beer, followed by some hot drink since I was still shaking a little from the cold outside. I, of course, thank the man once he gives me the cup of hot tea.


    "I need to cross the empire border; they wanted me back in the Colosseum, Thomas, you know what that means." Thomas''s happy attitude quickly shifts into a more serious one as he turns around to look for something, swiftly picking up a large paper map.


    "Those pieces of shit, they''ve also been harsh on the town as of lately. The emperor keeps raising our food taxes during winter. He is such an asshole." Thomas drops the big map onto his table, and Buster follows along with me since I wanted to see what the border might look like.


    "As you know, Buster, the entire empire has border outposts guarding the empire against any threat at all times except for this point right here at the peak of the mountain, a place so cold and desolate only an experienced hiker will make it, they think it''s a natural defense point, but it''s our best chance at crossing the border into the neighboring nation of Demi-Humans."


    "Got it. I can probably handle it, and I have no doubts about you, but my kid can''t handle the cold well enough to make it through. Is there any other place we can cross?" Thomas looks at me and then at my little pointy teeth at the front of my mouth as he sighs.


    "Her being a vampire will make the trip a bit longer, but yes, there''s another gap in the border over here near Port Ormos."

 Chapter 23: Man I am seriously underpowered

    "How long before the troops from the empire reach us?" Thomas asks Buster, who turns around to face him so he can give him a short answer. "About a day." Thomas'' face shifts even more, somehow looking more serious than before, as he starts running all over his house.


    I only last a couple more minutes under the heat coming from the fireplace as Buster and Thomas continue their conversation without me. I fall asleep rather quickly after warming my body up with the heat from those cozy flames. Oh gosh, it felt so good.


    Hours go by, and since the clouds above us block most of the sunlight whenever I wake up, I notice how everything looks the same as when I went to sleep, except that now both Buster and Thomas are the ones passed out in the kitchen table while holding beer glasses I guess they passed out after drinking so much.


    I can''t exactly make out what is happening outside Thomas'' house, but I can hear footsteps all around it while my ears carefully pick up a human voice from afar, and I pay close attention to detail. "We are looking for two wanted criminals: one giant Oni and a small girl with pale skin."


    Oh shit, oh fuck I think while I try to shake Buster and Thomas up, but they''re so blacked out they don''t even seem bothered when I pinch them or even slap them around. Didn''t Master Buster say that imperial troops wouldn''t be here for an entire day!?


    "Hey! What do you think you''re doing!? Those blades aren''t free! Leave them on the table, man!" My ears can pick up another loud conversation happening closer to us, which sounds to end badly for the guy complaining to the empire troops as I pick up the sound of a blade cutting flesh followed by the strong scent of fresh blood.


    The smell of fresh blood almost drove me insane in the small amount of time I smelled it from afar. Since I hadn''t eaten anything for two days, my thirst for blood was rising quite fast. Still, my will beats my desire as I force my appetite to calm down while barricading the door with a chair.


    {Knock Knock}


    A sudden knock on the door takes me by surprise, tripping me against a chair, followed by someone speaking at the door. "Open up the door! We are Imperial investigators, so you must open this door immediately!" The man keeps knocking on the door for a couple more seconds until I finally muster up the courage to open it.


    "Oh? Hey there, miss. Sorry to wake you up, but have you seen a giant Oni or a small pale child recently?" What the fuck? Was this guy new, or did they not have good communication between people? Didn''t this guy know who the hell I was? Wait!? Did he think I was a dwarf!? I better seize on that if that''s the case!


    "I don''t recall seeing anyone like that. Are they lost or something?" The Imperial Knight simply looks at me one more time as I try to keep my cool while trying to appear as natural as possible, hiding away as much of my nervousness to myself, praying that neither Buster nor Thomas would even snore.Stolen story; please report.


    "Not exactly; they''re wanted criminals. Just be careful not to let them inside your house; those two are considered armed and dangerous and are on a murderous spree; if you ever see them, don''t open your door." Geez, who the hell was writing my press releases!? I was on a murderous spree?! Since when was I such an evil creature!?


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    "Alright, I will have that in mind, sir. Still, I doubt those two will survive in this deadly winter cold." The Knight looks at me for a hot second again while I try to hold my breath and prepare to stab the man with my pocket knife at any second if he chooses to fight me right then and there.


    "Don''t even mention it, alright? Good night then," The Knight says, to which I naturally respond with a "Good night to you too." The Knight turns out faster than me as he quickly pins me to the floor while staring me down again, this time followed by a couple of licks on the face.


    "You''re no dwarf! Ahaha Fucking bitch you almost had me. You''ll make me extremely rich once I turn you in." The man stepped on my throat with so much force I couldn''t even manage a scream while I slowly started to pass out since I couldn''t breathe either. All I could do was throw my hands against the guy, but that hardly did anything.


    In my desperate struggle to get away, I go for the most brutal and scummy move I could think of, which was to just bite the guy''s hand with my sharp teeth, forcing him to let me go, to which he answered without even more violence as he yanks me across the street with his massive hands.


    "Fuck that hurts," I say while the armed Knight quickly makes his way toward me so he can put his foot against my back, pressing my body against the ground. Yet at that moment, a distinct voice cuts through the scene as I look behind me, seeing how Thomas valiantly shows up holding a battle axe.


    "Hey, Imperial scum! What do you guys think you''re treating my guest like that?!" Thomas doesn''t seem worried at all, and it all goes to show when the Knight calls for backup without even startling the little dwarf, who only smiles in the face of battle.


    {1:30}


    "This will be good for my joints anyway! Frescoes unique style! Baltazar Bolts of fire!" Thomas screams while waving his hands in the air, summoning a strange magical circle before him that looks quite badass, and it shows once he releases his attack against the Knights that go after him.


    The magical circle gleans a bright yellow color while shooting little sharp sticks at an incredible rate, causing many Knights to retreat. "I guess they were closer than expected! But do not worry; I got this!" Thomas once again shatters my expectations as he valiantly jumps toward me while shooting those yellow magical arrows at the angry Knights, taking so many of them down by himself.


    "I am sorry. I tried to play it off, and neither of you guys would wake up."


    "It''s alright. You tried your best; that''s all that matters." Thomas says while patting my head, and he places his left hand on my body so he can make me glow for a couple of seconds, after which I feel like nothing happened at all.


    "What was that?" I asked him, taking him by surprise, as he probably assumed I already knew what he had done. " I healed you. Your regeneration is strong but requires a lot of blood, so I saved you the trouble." Thomas quickly lifts me up like I weigh nothing and runs inside the house again so he can shake Buster awake.


    "Wha!? What!? NO! THOSE PRETTY LADIES! Where have they!? Oh, it''s you, what happened?"

 Chapter 24: I am never riding one of those again!

    "I didn''t want it to be like this, but it must be a hot escape! I''ll ring the bell so the Frescoes people are ready to run. This town will be gone in the next wave, for sure." Thomas sounds serious as the few Imperial troops that got away soon mount horses to fall back, probably to call for backup.


    "I suppose they''ve been preparing for my escape for long. Alright, Annabel, grab your bag and follow us. We have to get moving now!" Buster quickly sobers up and gets going, as does Thomas, who runs to the middle of town to ring a bell, causing panic among the dwarfs, who probably knew what the bell meant.


    Since I didn''t want Master Buster to get angry at me, I followed his orders, quickly picking up my travel bag to wait for him to be ready just seconds later. "Alright, all good?" Buster asks while looking at me and my travel bag behind me. "Yes"


    "Come on then, Thomas has a Dragonaki Sled; it will let us gain some ground on those guys in horses," Buster says while walking outside. I followed him to the back of the dwarf''s house to see what he meant by a ''Dragonaki,'' which was a weird creature, to say the least.


    The animal or beast referred to as a ''Dragonaki'' didn''t look anything like a dragon or a dinosaur at all; instead, this one looked more like a fucked up ''Vaporeon'' from Pokemon. The only exception of the creature was its fur, which was very thick and soft to the touch, as well as its black skin below that white fur.


    I wondered if the creature had enough strenght to pull the sled with someone like Buster in it. Still, the Dragonaki proved himself to me as he stood up, revealing he was about as massive as Buster with big muscular legs, unlike mine, which looked more like spaghetti sticks.


    Man, I am seriously underpowered for this world; Buster is the only reason I am still alive; I''d be dead or worse if it weren''t for him. Even in other light novels, the protagonist would be strong enough to defeat at least NPC troops and be on their way to defeat the demon king or something. Meanwhile, I keep getting bodied by everyone!If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    It''s almost like I get undercut because I will be too strong once I reach peak power. At least, that''s what I hope for, not that I want to be a weakling all the time. "Good job waking her up; now connect these ropes to her harness, Buster, and let''s get going ASAP!"


    Wait, wait, what? Did Thomas say what I think he said? The enormous powerful ''Dragonaki'' was a chick!? Oh god, just how many steroids is he injecting her with? There was no way! "We are all good over here. Are you ready, Thomas? I am putting a lot of trust in you to remember how to use this freaky thing."


    Buster seems a little nervous as Thomas reveals the size of the sled, which is barely big enough to fit everyone. "Who do you take me for?! Of course, I know how to drive this thing!" Thomas says while we all jump into the sled so we can start moving on it, and oh boy, was Bustern right about how terrifying it was to be on it.


    "HOOOOLY SHIEEET!" "OH MY GAWD!" "YEAH!" Three distinct screams go out at once as the Dragonaki picks up crazy amounts of speed, going downhill at a rate that feels like it would kill us if we crashed. Buster and I held on to the sheld for dear life while Thomas seemed to be having the time of his life.


    "What do you think of my Dragonaki?! Isn''t she great! YEEEEHAW!" Thomas has the time to ask questions while all I can muster are pure screams of terror as the Dragonaki seems to be speeding up even faster than before; geez, we were probably going around 200 kilometers an hour at least!


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    At such a rate of speed, my cheeks move up and down with so much violence that my mouth sometimes opens by itself, letting a bunch of wind into it and shaking me a lot while I can barely see forward. Still, Thomas could see even without glasses or anything like that, which was weird!


    "How do you even see forward!? I can''t make out things ten meters away!" I turn my head around to look at Thomas, who casually answers me with something that terrifies me even more! "Who said I could see?! I can''t see shit either! But I trust my creature!" What the hell was wrong with him? BAH!!


    The ride on the sled was so abrupt and horrible that I started feeling like puking only a couple of minutes into it, but luckily for everyone, nothing came out when I did since I hadn''t eaten anything yet. I can feel an intense pull to the left as the sled turns right, almost flinging me out if it weren''t for Thomas, who grabs me tight.


    "My gosh, you alright?" Thomas sarcastically asks me while I keep my hands on the rail before me, hanging onto it for dear life, for who knows how long it felt like an eternity before the Dragonaki stopped going so fast as the downhill ended.