As the door swung open, his parents and brother entered simultaneously. Catching sight of the bloodied man in her kitchen, his mother let out a piercing screech.
With a chicken in one hand and a knife in the other, and drenched in sticky blood and sweat, Alexander woke up from his stupor.
Seeing the gory scene in front of him, he himself became afraid, letting go of the now-damaged knife and the chicken from his hand.
He took almost three steps back. What the heck did he just do? Even he himself was quite shaken seeing the blood splattered and headless chicken bodies strewn everywhere.
With terror in his eyes, he slowly glanced at his parents. His father shielded his brother and mother, assuming a defensive stance.
Contrary to his expectations, there was no anger in their eyes. Even his brother, who was quick to criticize him, remained silent. Fear was the only emotion visible in their expressions.
"Hi, hi, it's me. It's me. I just wanted to cook some chicken," he stammered, his voice trembling, before darting off to his room in panic stumbling a few times in the way.
His parents, recognize his voice as everything fell into place. They were first perplexed and then they sighed in relief.
They were all tired, and after being sure they were not being robbed everyone wanted to take a rest, so they did not put much thought into it.
“Sigh.” Now I have to clean all this. His mother grappled in frustrating.
“Well, at least there is a lot of meat. How about you roast some of them for me.” his rather chimed in.
“Well we all eat outside today, maybe another day.” His father added form the side.
He pounded, “you never make something good in the house.”
In his room Alexander was sweating bullets, as soon as he saw his parents his mind just blocked out, he just repeated what the voice told him to say.
"Take deep breaths and try to calm down," the voice said, but there was amusement in it.
As no one came even after some time passed, Alexander sighed in relief and started to calm down a bit.
"Don't worry about it; they won't think much about this. Back in my day, I had to know everything about my parents to convince them for an hour of video games. So don't worry; they're well in my hands," the voice reassured confidently.
Alexander remained silent as he waited quietly. After nearly another 15 minutes passed, he calmed down a bit. Or at least he tried.
Inside him, another storm was burning and ravaging—not because of the fear of his parents, but due to his own thoughts. He could distinctly feel it. When his father and brother gazed at him with fear in their eyes, he sensed it, an immense joy pulsating through him as if this sensation was his core's deepest longing fulfilled. It felt like discovering an oasis in the midst of a relentless desert. And most disconcerting of all, he relished it. He relished it more than anything he had ever experienced. If he were to quantify it, he savored it even more than an orgasm. The feeling of being feared and revered enthralled him.
He shook his head vigorously to dispel the thoughts, hastily opening the status screen partly to distract himself and partly to ascertain what he had actually gained.
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Race: Human
Level: 3
Exp: 0/150
Strength: 9
*Stamina: ___
*Dexterity: ___
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He grinned not only upon seeing the stats, but he could also feel it, the coursing strength in his body. It was undeniably real, all too tangible. He was truly growing stronger. A mixture of euphoria and excitement flooded him to the point where he began to question the reality of it all.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" The voice chimed in with an amused tone.
"Is... is this all real?" Alexander murmured unintentionally as he checked his movements, which were filled with a force far greater than he had ever felt before.
‘Oh! Come the fuck on. How much proof do you need? Just grow a pair, will you?’ The voice chided, this time tinged with genuine frustration.
"Okay, okay," Alexander giggled sheepishly. The voice, or rather the ancestor, was right. He needed to be more optimistic, to embrace his newfound self. He wasn't cursed with perpetual misfortune; good things could happen to him too. No longer could he hide behind the excuse of bad luck and poor aptitude.
Examining his status, he noted that the next level required 150 experience points. Previously, he only needed 25 more experience points than the previous level to level up, but this time, it was a demanding 50 more experience points.
Alexander pondered querying the voice about this discrepancy, but swiftly dismissed the idea as imprudent.
"Mom, don’t kill the remaining chickens!" Alexander’s voice echoed with determination. With a gleam in his eyes, he resolved to alter his destiny. He needed to seize control of his fate, and it all began with a transformation of himself.
He strode into the bathroom, casting a critical gaze upon his reflection. The visceral image that stared back at him sent a chill down his spine. He resembled a tormented butcher or a remorseless psychopath.
Though he didn't bother to clean himself properly, opting only to splash water on his face, he descended the stairs once again and swiftly dispatched the remaining two chickens for the promised 10 experience points. His mother continued to grumble about the mess, while his father remained glued to the news.
After reclaiming his hard-earned experience points, he retreated to his room, indulging in a quick shower before embarking once more to the market, despite his mother's protests about the lateness of the hour. However, his father granted permission as he did not went out this late.
Reaching the familiar shop he wanted to buy chickens with all of his remaining money but the voice objected him to doing so.
‘Why?’ Alexander asked internally.
‘It's unwise to exhaust all your funds at once. Additionally, there's another factor I'll discuss when we get home. For now, purchase only the necessary amount, just for a level.’
He didn't argue. Leveling up once required 150 experience points this time, which meant he needed to buy 30 chickens. However, he couldn't resist and ended up purchasing 35 chickens, costing him about 420 du. He also needed to factor in the cost of transportation, which would bring the total to almost 460 du.
He realized immediately after the stunt he pulled that it would be highly questionable if he also brought along the 30 chickens. but He was eager to level up now. Despite the vastness of the city, empty dark alleys were scarce in his vicinity, as every corner was teeming with people. Unfortunately, the alleys were populated with the homeless and the impoverished, every city was as bustling as it was ugly.
But he formulated a plane that was workable. He went into one of the alleys, homeless people looking at him, or rather the chickens, with hungry eyes adorned with layers of dirt.
Halfway through the alley, he stopped and took out the kitchen knife he had bought previously. Upon seeing him, some children came closer but scattered like the wind at that moment. Without hesitation, he took out chickens one after another and started severing their head
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[You have killed one domestic chicken, 5exp]
[You have killed one domestic chicken, 5exp]
[You have killed one domestic chicken, 5exp]
[You have killed one domestic chicken, 5exp]
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The notifications bombarded him, causing a grin to spread across his face. His amusement abruptly halted as he noticed the terrified expression on the little girl's face before him.
Feeling embarrassed, he scratched his head with a bloody hand, sporting a goofy grin. At this, the girl fled, tears streaming, calling for her mom.
Left dumbstruck and intensely embarrassed, he swiftly dispatched the remaining chickens. He lift the now headless bodys of the chiknes on the floor.
He deliberately selected this ally because it had the largest number of children among the homeless. And he didn't forget to toss a headless chicken in front of the girl before swiftly departing.
The bystanders found his actions strange and were confused, but their attention quickly shifted when they noticed the 29 chickens in front of them, causing a commotion to ensue.
"I shouldn't have left the bodies like this," Alexander lamented internally, hearing the commotion behind him.
"Sigh," he sighed, even though he wanted to, he could not get back in there to properly distribute the chickens. He just had to bury this feeling of guilt within him and left without looking back.
Getting into a taxi, he opened his status screen, mostly to distract himself, and he was successful as the 150/150 next to EXP attraction his attention and excitement.
He wanted to level up then and there but waited, even though it took a lot of mental strength to do so. He was itching to start the cultivation right then and there, but the voice refrained him from doing so.
Reaching home, he practically ran to his room and sat cross-legged, in the exact same place as well, as if sitting somewhere else might bring bad luck. Without any delays, he started cultivation after mentally pressing 'yes' in the menu for leveling up.
The familiar pulse of warmth spread through his body. He was not sure, but he felt like this time it was heavier.
"Who cares," he muttered, dragging the first lump through his channels. But the problem occurred after he was halfway through dragging the second one.