The Mook Maker, Chapter 15: Common Tongue
I wasn't good at planning something like this, but it almost seemed like I didn't have to be. A group of shadowy canines rushed forward, practically immediately, racing through the narrow pass ahead, all too eager to execute the plan....
The Mook Maker, Chapter 14: Return the Favor
"More humans. More humans..."I repeated mechanically. This seemed to be a more frequented route than I imagined, and I wasn't quite ready to deal with the implications it brought. Without any hint on how to return back home,...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 13: Attempt at Peace
"Humans?" I asked, "What kind of humans?" It was a strange question, at least it sounded weird immediately after it felt my mouth, but the monsters didn't seem to judge at all. "Five males leading horses," Miwah answered...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 12: Path to Ruin
We set out immediately after breakfast. All of us. My monsters became increasingly determined to keep watch over me at all times, and I felt that arguing over it would be ultimately a futile effort I didn't want to engage in. I...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 11: The New Dawn
I couldn't bring myself to do it, to give out new names that would trigger a vicious process of spawning new monsters. I was certain it may happen anyway. Fuelled by the conflict the numbers would once again spiral out of control as it...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 10: As Night Falls
The more frantic my monsters were - or perhaps more enthusiastic, it was hard to tell with them - the more pressed I felt to somehow contribute to their efforts. I just didn't know how. Outside, with the sound of rustling leaves...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 2: The Landlord
Viceroy Gam Youngjae hated acting as the tax collector, just as he hated taking an active role in putting down all those bandits and deserters that roamed his lands. They kept stealing what was rightfully his, and it annoyed him...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 9: The Great Devourer
I felt suddenly pressed to make up a quick solution. Around me, the frantic crowd of monsters did everything that in their mind classified as securing the camp, from disposing of the bodies of the assassins to trying to fell a tree. Perhaps they would...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 8: The Master of the Horde
I quickly looked around, desperately trying to get a grasp of the situation. Another 'Purifier' formed out of the ruby haze, one of too many. "Master!" She said, exasperated. "Master!" Repeated another. I didn't say anything, couldn't bring myself...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 7: The Ambush
Naming the ever-growing pack of monsters started to feel like an unwise decision in hindsight. They loved it. The batch that returned from the dead after the last battle gathered around me, almost like I was some form of celebrity, their screechy,...
The Mook Maker,Interlude 1: The Princess
Hae Narim, the Crown Princess of Hanulbeol-guk, Beloved by the Gods, had been ecstatic when she realized that the ritual worked. Ecstatic but exhausted. She had sensed it, something had passed through from the Spirit Realm, answering her...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 6: Of Names and Numbers
I groaned as they freed me from the constriction of that stupid armour. It was most likely possible to get loose of those laces and buckles that hold the thing together without their assistance but when every movement hurt and stung, I was happy to...