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Scattered.
This should be enough.
A shallow amount of mana was gathered to draw a blue outline. Now starting to wear the dress.
Outside, clothes and other dark ornaments were neatly placed.
A rough framework was set, and a suitable-sized fabric was raised in mid-air. The cloth intertwined and took on new shapes, swelling up.
Colors blended, and shapes were adorned. Small flower ornaments and ribbons were attached.
Red mana scattered and refined.
Completed.
Stepping into the center of the dress and locking the rear zipper.
Standing modestly in front of the full-length mirror and lifting my face.
“……”
I really… became a woman now.
Long silvery-white hair flowing down to the waist with a thin body.
Eyebrows that seem torn and slender blue pupils.
Skin so pale it can almost be described as white.
Finally, accentuating this atmosphere, a black gothic dress and silver flower accessories.
Strange, feeling severe pain last night, I didn’t expect it was such a chronic illness.
[Orri.]
The small life floating around me called out my name.
With eyes as the only features on a small, soft ball that one could almost hold in their hand, covered in a little cloak, a cute spirit.
[Beautiful.]
“Thank you.”
I’m not the only one who’s been a man for 20 years, and you’ve seen me for years, yet you’re still so indifferent.
Just calling something ‘beautiful’ seems to be the end of admiration.
If only we could feel ordinary joy, both of us.
Gazing at my reflection intently, the girl in the mirror started to fade.
Probably because it’s a regular mirror, recognizing me seems difficult.
Using my thin fingers, more delicate than before, to trace the bottom of the mirror, gathering energy.
With a crackle, glass shattered like a hexagonal spiderweb, and the mirror reflected my image again.
Nodding in approval for a moment, I felt satisfied.
[Orri.]
“Why?”
The red bead floating around my shoulders, Bloody, had been bowing its head until just now.
With white light filling its single eye, it asked with slight worry,
[Was everything alright last night?]
Of course it was fine.
[Anywhere you’re hurt?]
You do worry too much, Bloody.
Tick tick tick.
Tick.
There’s no problem.
[…Orri.]
“I’m going out today after a long time.”
Ignoring the cute spirit who tried to say something and sighed, I turned my body and walked gracefully into the living room.
This annoying house, rather, saying it’s underground is more appropriate. It has been over a year since I actually went out properly.
It’s about time I got some fresh air outside.
Most importantly—
I need blood.
The amount I used to consume when I lived comfortably had run out.
Exiting the spacious living room and walking down the long hallway, I came to the entrance and stepped onto the elevator right in front of the iron door.
Despite this being a luxury apartment where I live alone, they tried to decorate it fancily, with dim lights and leather interior in lavender.
Standing quietly in the elevator as it hummed towards the ground floor, I suddenly wondered if there were changes in my oral structure after the transformation.
“Eep.”
Struggling to separate my trembling lips, I poked my forefinger into my mouth and felt the fangs that I had not confirmed in the mirror.
With a pop, sharp sensations passed through my finger.
Fortunately.
These are necessary.
They are part of my identity.
[That doesn’t mean you should use them to drink blood.]
“Yeah, Bloody.”
Still cool.
Being a mysterious maiden-like figure, wouldn’t it be nice to at least have a bit of style?
Now that I think about it, what I am about to do isn’t cool at all.
The elevator reached the ground floor, and stepping out from a small apartment, I appeared.
Outside the bustling heart of the city, an area known for its tranquility, there stands a house quietly in a corner.
Perfect for lazing around while active, no place would be better than this for a year of hiding away.
Although I did rush off quietly into the city for urgent blood collection before, those stored blood bags are now empty.
Necessitated by circumstances, I must resume activities.
For a start, adapting to the girl-tic body’s muscles and agility, movement seems imminent now.
“Please.”
Without a word, Bloody bobbed his head slightly as he fluttered his cloak lightly.
Air rippled and red motes appeared in mid-air, forming ellipsoidal magic circles by connecting.
Looking for Awakened Ones nearby.
Their blood is quality.
Revealing half of my sleeve covering my forearm, I took out a tiny knife from my pocket.
[–Fuk, Sssk–]
Cut with restraint, blood spurted from my arm’s wound. Droplets gathered into one red sphere.
As the orb fitted into the magic circle’s hole, faint currents spread out in a lightning-like flash.
“Range?”
[A radius of about 1 km.]
Bloody nodded as I affirmed. Using more blood would extend the detection range. However, this is just the beginning and isn’t needed now. Besides, my precious blood should be saved.
What’s this foreign feeling in my hands?
Hmm.
It’s the knife.
Not good, already happening.
Hastily, I put it away and stretched my arm.
[Two… No, three. Pretty close. ]
Good.
With senses awake, I moved my steps. A few alleyways later and a turn.
Vision expanded as mana grew thicker; neck twisted with excitement.
Thoughts grew distant.
[Hoo… Hoo…]
I couldn’t focus. Squinting my eyes, a small shop with a broken window flashed by.
If you don’t want to dig, bow your heads!
Huh, feels like a good day.
Their voices and lives stirred every nerve in my body.
Skin cut open by swinging knives, convulsing flesh about to fragment, breath shattering in panic.
All these converge to awaken my mind.
The louder the noise and presence, the deeper they become etched in my mind.
[This…, That…]
Smash, clunking sound followed by crash.
How long has it been since I looked into people’s eyes?
Feeling joy from swallowing their fear?
Playing joyously with them with a knife?
I’m curious.
[Huuuh… Huuh…]
Taking a deep breath, regaining consciousness.
Tightening my jaw, I swallowed saliva that overflowed from my chest.
Stopping thoughts.
My name,
My name is Seo Han Gyul.
Orroly is just a game character from before reality.
It’s not me.
I am normal.
The problem lies within this damn character’s instincts.
Rumbling heart held tight as I took another step.
Shapes glimmer in my reddened vision. A teenage boy laughing, slicing with a knife. Black shadows fragmented. His entire body bathed in blood.
Face unreadable. Crying, smiling, looking crazed.
Monster-like.
“Haha ha…”
Oh, it’s my past self.
Looks happy. Gaining what he always wanted, smiling.
Like finding fire on a mountain, pearls on the sea.
Beautiful.
Then vanished.
Disappeared from sight. Reality reappears.
An ordinary store oozing life’s scent. Familiar smells of flesh.
“Hahaha…”
A faint taste of blood began to stir desire. Blood rushing into my brain screamed with delight.
I urge.
Seek them soon. Find a body. Taste good blood soon.
“It’s unbearable.”
It wasn’t me.
“Unbearable, unbearable, unbearable.”
Hmm. Feels like my own words.
Eh? What?
Just a few more steps. Then I can swing the knife.
I can abandon rationality and hear cherished screams again, yes?
“Uwu… Huuhu…”
Shattering glass, fragments, trash, chaos—floor.
“Huh? What?”
“What’s up?”
Two men inside. Unattractive appearance, split skin, dirty faces.
One man collapsed with split skull holding his head.
[We found three Awakened ones.]
I know, Bloody.
But it doesn’t matter.
Only the taste matters to a hunter hunting prey.
Fragmented emotions—
Sadness, despair, fear, self-loathing.
And—
Surrender.
Isn’t that right?
“Young?”
“Whoa, what? Cute? We could kidnap him.”
How electrifying would it be to hear the pleading cries of a desperate life being spared?
How addictively stimulating the hot and intense joy soaking every cell?
Observing them, I solidified my own existence.
By killing them.
“Oh, Ouch. Stop, stop.”
My name is Seo Han Gyul.
My name is Seo Han Gyul.
Repeating. If lacking, mumbling silently.
Absolutely, not wanting to kill.
Only sacrificing my sanity to suppress the uncontrollable urges.
That’s it, get it?
“They’ll be here soon, so this will be it.”
“So what? Taking an hour for one?”
Voice.
Ringing in ears, overwhelming, mind-muddling.
Body craving pleasure, feeling joy as it faces the bitter fate ahead of it.
Frail mind forced to repeat mundane actions.
Vision turning red, whole body craving blood. Knife trembling in hand.
As I slay and drench myself in their blood—
“Hurry.”
“Brat, just faint for a bit. When you wake, better sights await.”
Knife seized, arm raised.
[–Slash–]
In a moment of silence—
Pandemonium erupted.
“Ouch!!!”
“What the hell?!?”
“My arm! My arm!”
Sparkling red liquid flooded the air. Familiar aroma ignited my body.
Red vision faded, clarity returned.
“Haa…”
Almost—
Almost flying.
[Phew…]
Why, Bloody?
You like it too.
Don’t you need this electrifying roar to live?
“Pain! Pain! It hurts!!”
Damn it!
One arm severed, rolling on the floor in agony.
In moments, blackened with myriad emotions—
Confusion, sorrow, denial, resentment.
Burying them all, my mood lifted.
Seemed insane.
“How can a knife cut an arm…”
Damn!! Damn!! It hurts!! It hurts!!
Between gushing blood, quivering eyes visible.
What will you do?
Abandon a comrade’s fate in a desperate act and flee?
Or,
Protect comradeship and share the same fate?
“Damn!!”
Blue electrical sparks darted towards my body.
Smiling, I swung my arm.
Knife slashed my chest, blood surged forth like waves.
Rotating, I slashed with a scythe.
Electric light shattered.
Man staggered back.
Scythe broke, thick droplets filling the air.
Stretching out, twisting wrist. Blood scattered into the air and transformed into a giant monster with mouth wide-open. Roots wrapped around my wrist, securing it.
Finger tightly gripping.
Opening my mouth, swallowing countless magic diagrams in mid-air.
“Damn!! What is this!!”
Run?
Everybody?
All the same.
This person, that person.
They run whenever I appear.
[–Crunch! Clank! Crunch!–]
“Grawwwgh!!”
Weak.
Without resistance, being dragged by pain alone.
Day after day, unchanged routine from a year ago.
Us,
Them,
Same.
[–Gak! Gloop, Gak!–]
Bones crushed, horrifying appearance, strong smells, gushing red streams.
[Orri. I’ll say it again, three per day.]
Know.
Even though emphasized—
Three/day,
Agreed between you and me.
To remind me of my humanity.
“Huu…. Hehe…”
So,
I’m fine.
Maintained sanity.
Truly.
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[End of Translation]
