The Mook Maker, Chapter 67: One In Pain
At first glance, it wasn't a bad deal. While I was admittedly entirely inexperienced in the true intricacies of grand diplomacy, and would seriously struggle should any written agreement be presented, the actual terms offered were very...
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, Interlude 4.5: The Purifier
Burn! Helmy was the Purifier, a creature of fire. Somewhere inside the small Purifier, hidden under her fluffy, red, vulpine exterior, the small conflagration burned with the desire to put this accursed world to the torch...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 4: The Princess
Hae Narim, the Crown Princess of Hanulbeol-guk, didn't have any tangible solution to the problems that plagued the war-torn kingdom. She had once thought she had one, but her foolish attempt to use the poorly understood powers of the ancient...
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 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 27: Foundation Must Be True
My monster giggled giddily as the surrounding forest died. The plants swollen from explosive, unnatural growth under the influence of one magical ability, only to be turned to ash the moment after by another, with nothing but lifeless, blackened...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 23: The Price of Man
My attempt to interact with our captive was, so far, quite unfruitful. Our biggest, most substantial achievement was sharing food with him, which we both ate. Once we convinced the merchant we would not poison him, he proved to...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 69: Viridian Dominions Unbound
Choices. They weren't getting any easier. I was, once again, put in front of a choice that would affect me and mine for the days to come. Weeks, months, years, in fact, but trapped in another world and confronted with problems I would...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 68: Signed In Blood
The shrine was quiet. I waited for a brief moment, wondering whether the disembodied voice of the self-professed goddess would manifest itself once more, or whether any magical wards would activate immediately upon its disappearance, but...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 25: The Secret of the System
Figuring out the ins and outs of the system, restricted seemingly to only a very few vague messages, and next to no helpful descriptions, wasn't an exactly simple task. It said very little, be it numbers or ominously named skills, and...
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...