Chapter 4: Chapter 4
The dead world of Eternal Night. The newborn neighborhood.
Have you ever tried Thai national cuisine? How about Vietnamese? I haven't. But it looks like what I didn't get to experience in my lifetime, I'll taste after I die. I wonder what cockroaches taste like? Do they taste like a slightly undercooked pork kebab? Or an oyster, or an octopus - or a squid, for that matter! Why do I care about the answer to this question? It's simple. After all the events that have happened in such a short time, I wanted to de-stress. And there are three ways to do that, as my brother told me. Pick up a girl, get drunk, and a good old-fashioned fight. The first two options are not suitable, for technical reasons, but a pugilistic fight is just what the doctor ordered. It didn't take long to find an opponent. After a couple of minutes of running, my sensitive nose caught some sharp smell, and after walking a couple of kilometers (approximately) I felt it. It is difficult to describe in words that feeling: Here you are running and suddenly something foreign, dangerous begins to burn, it becomes clear - to the right a kilometer away is danger.
I didn't want to tempt fortune, she didn't like the poor cat very much as it was. So I calmed down and relaxed my body as much as possible, and carefully, step by step, spiraled in the direction of the game. After a while some messages began to blink, but by a willful effort I silenced them. Though the game was standing still, the reason for its standing was not a fluffy blank. Surely the creature was resting, or thinking its own, doubtless great, thoughts. When the game appeared from behind the dune, I almost fell into the sand! My game, the one on whom I had such high hopes, turned out to be a cockroach-like big, twice as big as me, empty, with a body of black color, two long, one and a half meters somewhere, bright yellow tendrils growing from the forehead of a faceless mask. Four pairs of human legs, and two pairs of four-toed arms, with one pair of arms bent backwards, all limbs were dark green in color. The fingers glistened in the moonlight with large, and even to the eye, sharp red claws.
"He looks strong, but just the mere sight of that cockroach makes me gag." - I thought at the time. And just for fun, I used
[Observation.]
Purkoi
Low Empty
Rank: Boss
Ur. 1
Flesh 800 OZ
DS 500 OD
MS 14 OM
Nutrition: 100 E.C.
DC Color: Swamp Water
Capable of flight
Reasonable
Immunity to [Blocked].
You see what spiritually strong people become after death. When he died, Purkoi did not want to become a slave in the Society of Souls, which was the fate that awaited this powerful man for his crimes in life. Therefore, before the Gods of Death arrived, he tore off the chain that held him in the world of the living and traveled on the [Road to Power] to Hueco Mundo.
The cockroach was disgusting, but the amount of essence spoke volumes about its nutritional value. "After all, people in Asia eat something like that. Even cats eat grasshoppers when they're hungry!" Having so appeased my inner foodie, I now watched the "insect" and thought of a plan of action.
"As originally planned, sneaking up from behind and jumping up to deliver a couple of blows with my paws while pumping my DC to the max isn't going to work. Not only does this Purkoi have a lot of health, but his hands and mustache are dangerous. Man, this sucks. Even if I miraculously managed to drain the flesh to a minimum, the damn insect could just take off through the air. Using my new ability on such a strong opponent isn't an option either. Hmm, what's that faint glow?" Looking closely at the creature, I noticed some red dots on all eight legs, near the knee, one on the mask, and one on the left side, between the third and fourth leg, as well as the brightest one on the insect's ass."
"Looks like this, what was in the [Assassination] skill description , those very weak areas."
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Purkoi was pleased, he had escaped from those pompous Shinigami goons. He had decided to take the [Road of Power], and he had gone for broke, because the chance of losing his mind was very high. But the former elder knew a secret: three years ago, a wandering White Witch had come to their village and stayed overnight with a sweet old man named Purkoi. Purkoi did his usual thing and put sleeping pills in her tea. The little girl lasted six nights, but on the morning of the seventh day, having almost lost her mind from the brutal rapes alternating with torture and interrogation for information of interest to the wise elder, she gave out a lot of information. Among them was a way to increase the chances of keeping the mind after the transformation. For which the noble old man took her life a month later, feeding the mad woman to the nearest void (Purkoi is very wise). Unfortunately the gods of death, disgusting by nature itself, got to know about his little impromptu three years later (the Shaman, a vile ishak, reported it) and showed up with a certain purpose. But the old man once again twisted, first he drank poison causing instant and painless death, and then he did as sweet Katerina advised: he tore out the chain that came out of the left side of his chest, simultaneously concentrating on his favorite vice - lust.
Now Purkoi was trying to make a great plan of revenge against Vardi, the shaman of their tribe, and when the first thoughts of how he would play with the second daughter of that madman (the first one was okay) began to appear, something very hard and fast hit Purkoi's wise ass, causing a wave of pain.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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