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 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 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 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...