They were orphans.

The father used to be a guard, protecting the village from monsters, while the mother took care of everything at home. The two children, often fought. They were twins, yet they were hardly alike. But when it mattered most, they took care of each other.

Life was fine. Slow and maybe a little dull, but it was fine. Until it wasn’t. One day, the father returned with one of his legs missing. He somehow survived but could no longer work and that made things very difficult for the family. What’s worse, the cut was pretty bad and infected… meaning he soon perished.

The mother tried to keep things together, she tried working, she tried making things and selling them and she tried to somehow raise her two kids. And for a short time, that worked too… until again, it didn’t.

One day, some young men offered to help alleviate some of the financial problems of the family. However, the mother was required to marry one of them. Of course, that wasn’t abnormal in the village and considering she wasn’t past her prime just yet, it shouldn’t have been a surprise.

However, she misjudged them and they took her to an abandoned house and… rid her of her dignity.

She came back home, cooked food, smiled and slept with both her children in her arms. The next morning, she hung herself.

The kids were devasted and they didn’t even know what happened. In a span of one month, they had to bury not one, but both of their parents.

But they tried their best to live. The boy, named Elmond took the role of his father and tried to protect the village but he was far too weak. Every day, he barely made it. And the pay was miniscule too. At this rate, he was going to end up dead too.

So, the villagers sent him off to the nearby dungeon to train himself. Anyone with a sane brain could have understood that he was being sent off to his death so they had one less mouth to feed but that he didn’t quite understand that.

His sister, Emilia however did. She overheard some villagers talking about them and learned everything. The only reason she wasn’t assaulted yet, was because the village elder’s son liked her.

In order to save her brother, she took a kitchen knife and ran after him. However… she was too late to arrive and she herself met the same fate as the rest of her family.

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Death.

Groaning, I woke up. I’d been having a long ass dream. They weren’t my memories. They were the memories of the body I’d first reincarnated in and his sister’s. I didn’t really care for what happened to them but… for some reason I felt a gut-wrenching sensation in me. Hate? Had I inherited some of their hate?

No, this was my own. This hate belonged to me; I hated them. I hated all of those bastards! So, how about it? How about I just… destroy them?

[!!!]

[Quest, Destroy Lamina Village acquired. Would you like to start now?]

“Of course,” I said, assuming a human form. Cold….

I defaulted to a girl body for some reason. Thin, scrawny, somewhat flat chest and bottom?

I tried switching to a male version but my balls never grew and neither did my rod. Better than a bleeding dic- no, girls also bleed though. Sigh… I switched back to my slimy body and… fucking hell, I was huge! I literally touched the ceiling! Sighing anew, I turned back to my human body again. I was a girl, and I was naked and it was kind of cold here. Wow, white hair! My vision and senses were pretty mid, even goblins had better specs; and this place smelled ass. “Can’t I make my build a little stronger?” I asked.

Bestiary: You may spend mana to effectively increase your physical capabilities.

Level: 14

Strength: 9

Speed: 11

Mana: 21

Stamina: 4

Luck: 1

HP: 51/51

MP: 80/120

My stats were a little better in my slime form. Everything was more by like 2-3 points. My HP was lower in my slime form though. Weird. So technically, my stats would increase if I changed into something like the dungeon boss… So it was worth absorbing strong ass monsters.

Also, I could use magic now, right? And alchemy too?

So, I checked them.

I only had one spell. Stop (Lv1). It required 150 MP for a single use; apparently it only leveled up with continued use. Well, that’s useless. Why? Because it could only stop time for 1 second. No, maybe I could still use it. One second wasn’t that miniscule.

Alchemy field was also pretty empty. Just one skill: Transmute. It required 60 MP and apparently created new stuff from old stuff but was completely random on what it made.

Anyway, I first had to find clothes, I guess? Most skills don’t require MP huh? Some skills did actively require MP though.

Sewing Skill. I could make clothes with it, using MP. So, I expanded 10 MP and had a white dress with golden threads, some frills and stuff; the whole dress formed right before me, and covered my skin. I modeled it after a waifu I liked. Still, this isn’t as useless as I thought.

How was I going to recover mana though? Rest probably? I could worry about that later. For now, I had to get out of here and see more of the world. This was a brand-new world and I didn’t have anything in particular I wanted to do. I didn’t want to save the world, and I didn’t really care about the world. I just… wanted to see more and enjoy my life.

But first… Let’s go burn some villagers. And get a male body.

For fun.