The Mook Maker, Chapter 21: Burnt Out Acceptance
I was tired, so tired. It wasn't the physical exhaustion though - there wasn't much for me to do that would truly force me to exert myself to any notable degree. No, the wear was psychological. Trying to name so many monsters...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 20: Putting Down Roots
I curled my hands into fists. The thought of getting _my_ monsters killed made my blood boil, even if they came back alive and whole afterwards. Only realising the unnatural speed at which I became attached to them stopped my...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 18: Of Death, Love and Wolves
Looking at yet another dead body, I felt nothing. I wasn't disgusted by it. I wasn't confused, or scared, or shocked, or even moved. I certainly wasn't pleased, either. It was almost like my mind finally gave up on trying to process all...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 19: Cycle of Violence
I knew I wouldn't be able to make progress quickly. Realistically, I wasn't able to, but it still upset me just the same. Learning any language was always a long, tedious process that could take months, possibly years. It...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 17: Failing at Humanity
I came to regret the whole affair with captured humans. There was an obvious problem with taking prisoners I was always aware of but had failed to consider when I ordered my monsters to take most if not all, members of that caravan as prisoners....
The Mook Maker, Chapter 16: The Green Hell
"Select skill..." I didn't finish my sentence, and with it, my selection. There was a certain level of earnest excitement, or perhaps anticipation, this time. I couldn't tell if it was a side effect of Narita's power, or a...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 3: The Sage
It has been San Hyun-Ki's duty to provide counsel whenever Viceroy requested it. His duty, and his penance. Yet, it still had surprised him when Viceroy's men had shown up at his home, demanding that he had to see their lord at once....
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...