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...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 5: Economy of Answers
There was a certain respite in that short moment between consciousness and unconsciousness. The world was just a confusing mix of blurred images and muffled sounds as my mind drifted back to the waking world. It could have been minutes, but it may...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 4: Rip and Tear
I pushed forward. I wanted nothing more than to leave the scene of carnage far behind, escape the gut-wrenching stench still hanging in the air. "Burn the bodies," I ordered. It was the first time I gave a direct command to the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 3: Crush and Burn
It was even more of a massacre than the previous fight. A fireball detonating in the middle of the group immediately put the already confused bandits into disarray as both their clothes and their bodies caught ablaze. Two spared from the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 2: The Root of All Evil
"What is going on?" I uttered the only sentence, the only question, my struggling mind was able to put out. "I don't know, Master." Monster answered, slightly tilting her head as she leaned over me. "Who are you?" It was...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 40: And The Five Shall Appear
I wanted to ask what was happening. Problem was, I knew what was going on - we were, once again, under attack. There was no point in asking why, as neither I, nor my companion truly understood what the locals wanted, or how they...