The Mook Maker, Chapter 52: Message In a Bottle
I couldn't shake the feeling that each of our successes so far were nothing but preludes to the deadlier challenges which followed soon afterwards. Each time I was under the impression that I measured all the threats in this world, the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 50: Definition of Madness
Our village looked like it was from another world. If I were pedantic about it, it always has been one from another world. Whatever and wherever those lands were, we weren't on Earth, that much was certain. The difference was...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 51: Discordant Choir
So many voices. Thousands of them heaved in unison, filled with anguish and hate, for one of their own had been disconnected from their ever-present choir. All spoke at once. They liked it this way, I could...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 49: Wake-Up Calls
It was the morning of another day and the sunbeams shining through the loose shutters on the windows started wandering onto my face, urging me to get up and do something, continuing my struggle through this damn alien land. I didn't feel...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 10: The Landlord
The Viceroy Gam Youngjae was learning to expect the unexpected. If a month ago someone had told the Viceroy that his land was going to be attacked by an army of Evil Spirits, he could have regarded that man as insane. Seven days ago,...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 48: Road’s End
This was a success and a failure in equal measure, I thought. On the one hand, there was a native girl who would under normal circumstances represent a perfect emissary. Not only wasn't she hostile to us, she ostensibly approached us...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 47: In the Cat’s Eyes
It was supposed to be a rather uneventful rest of the afternoon. That was the point. As the day drew to its end, the time window for the enemy attack was closing down quickly. Even though the sun didn't begin to...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 9: The Damned
Ari was a simple girl, alone and astray, lost on a journey she didn't want, to a destination that didn't exist, for a purpose she didn't understand. The purpose wasn't the only thing that eluded her, there were others. She has...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 45: Thorns Without Words
The man was dead. There was nothing we could do about it. Narita wasn't around, but there wasn't any shortage of her common 'Defiler' kin lurking nearby to check the man's vitals to confirm there wasn't any life left in the deceased...
The Mook Maker Chapter 46: Line in the Sand
In my old life, I used to think of myself as a problem-solver. That couldn't be farther away from the truth now. The only thing I was good at was, in fact, acting fast, immediately if possible, in an attempt to address the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 70: Bloody Evolution
I wasn't quite certain about the terminology the system used. The definition of 'evolution' - contrary to what the notification kept implying - was a change, an adaptation of the outside environment, that had occurred naturally in the species over...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 71: Danger, Exclusion Zone
I felt exhausted. The visions, despite seemingly requiring little to no mental or physical exercise other than merely wait and watch, attempting to maintain my bearing on the situation, were quickly proven to be extremely tiring, a burden I...