The Jack of Clubs...
A knight, a power of good. A lie...
...
"Hey, bastard!"
A man slaps a small girl, no less than six, as she was pulled along.
"Come on! You useless bastard!"
"...w-wait."
She stumbled along. Both looked no richer than a begger, they continued to wind through the slums as fire rages.
"...w-whats going on... d-dad..."
"Those damn nobles. They did this, ofcourse they couldn't handle us... fuck fuck fuck!"
Continueing to run, finally stabilising, she noticed the amount of beggers and the poorest running around exceeded that of thousands.
"D-dad, where are we going..."
"Shut up! Damn it!"
They kept running before she was pushed by the man as they reached the end of the city then, as she crashed down...
Slash—
She looks up as blood sprays her body.
"W-what..."
The mans upper body falls on her as she looks infront of her with trembling eyes.
"Everyone. Charge!"
The knights, a symbol of hope began attacking the poor.
"Oh god...!"
"Ahh!"
"P-please!"
"Ahh!"
"M-my baby!- ahh!"
Death filled every corner, the young, old, women and men...
She was frozen solid. Fear overides everything.
Screams tormented her, she wished for everything to die down, to stop, to be quite.
The knights kept attacking, she wished for them to protect the weak, to help save them from the fire... to be the hero.
"N-no!- ahh!"
More people died around her as the bodies piled around her.
Infront of her was the leader of the knights, The hero of the 'People', The 'Peoples' Sword and Shield... Lance Argen.
"Sir, that is all of them."
Hearing one of his subordinate's report, he turns his gaze to her... her heart stopped.
But why? Why did he look so glum, so sad, so guilt-ridden?
She was the one who lost everything, she was poor, yes, but she was happy. She had friends who would help her, she had a father who, although was rough and a bastard, was hard working who would do everything to help her.
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Now covered in blood, all she could do was curse him, curse everyone.
She truly had nothing, truly...
Lance turned away and ignored her, seemingly trying to keep her safe.
Her tears began to stream, why would he do this... why...
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『Hello, User』
"...?"
Now alone, the fire dies down as she saw a message float infront of her.
She was confused, she was so, so confused.
『Collecting data』
As she stayed there, the blood drying as the bodies start to rot, footsteps could be heard as she remained gazing at the front where Lance once stood.
A sweet and soft fragance filled the air as plants and flowers slowly invaded the now ashen slums.
A man, or woman?, was walking towards her, their body was split in the half.
"Oh dear... what a horrible existence..."
She stopped infront of her as she remained frozen.
"I am the Concept of (Plants)"
Only one side of their face spoke but they were more trustful than the knights...
They outstretched their hands and... she finally moved as her hands trembled.
She felt weird, the bodies covering her, the darkness they brought became more welcoming, then they disappeared as she remains there, her hand outstretched and alone once more... under the dead she once knew.
『Collecting complete!』
『Hello Bezzal.』
Soon, the screen finally changed before it showed her name.
『Bezzel LV 3
▪︎Str - 2
▪︎Spd - 3
▪︎Int - 3
▪︎MP - 4
Skills
▪︎Translation ★☆☆☆☆
- More info
▪︎Adapt - ★★★
- More Info』
It was weird, a screen of many numbers and words.
But she felt nothing, everyone she had... no, she still had something.
She rummaged through her torn and withered pockets of her tattered clothing to find... a broken scribe... a gift given to her by an old friend she lost contact with.
"...oh."
She truly has nothing, no one who cared for her, no one who missed her... she had nothing.
『Unlock reached : New skill unlocked!』
What the? She unlocked something? What does that mean?
She instinctively knew to open a 'System' to check what that was.
『Bezzel LV 3
▪︎Str - 2
▪︎Spd - 3
▪︎Int - 3
▪︎ MP - 4
Skills
▪︎Translation - ★☆☆☆☆
- More Info
▪︎Adapt - ★★★
- More Info
Clubs - ♣︎♧♧♧♧
- More Info』
Clubs...
A word she did not know...
She didn't care, she would get revenge... even if she had to destroy a world, she would take on anything.
Even if she had to change her name. She would remain vengeful, she would be what the world wanted to get rid of.
Be it 'Bezzel' or 'Ire' or even 'Behime'... she will forever have one thing similar, she would be... A Monster.
♤♡◇♧
Jolting up, General Sloth breaths heavily as she wipes the sweat away.
She hears the fighting, or rather training, between the main target and Lucy as the training grounds are near her side of the castle walls.
"...not again."
She sighes, getting off of her bed, she makes it to a cabinet and opens a specific drawer.
"I still get them... i thought they would stop once i killed you..."
A simple and small box covered in countless defensive and protective spells resided in the drawer, a name written horribley stand out.
'Lance'
"It seems you still haunt me... you bastard."
The spells seem to be... otherworldy.She flicks her hand as a system opens.
『The Candidate of Clubs LV 329 ( Up^)
▪︎Str - 291 (Up^)
▪︎Spd - 287 (Up^)
▪︎Int - 311 (Up^)
▪︎MP - 400 (Up^)
Skills
▪︎Tranlation - ★★★★☆
- More Info
▪︎ Adapt - ★★★
- More info
▪︎ Clubs - ♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎♣︎
- More Info
(Omitted)』
She finally reached level 329, she was close to reaching the final LV cap needed to reach the authority of 'Clubs'.
"Once i get it... you will suffer hell. Forever."
Slamming the drawer, she went back to her bed as a card flew out of a shadow she had over her bedside table.
"After all... I still have you..."
The Jack of Clubs flew out of the shadow and into her hands, a knight on the card came alive.
"...gghhhrr..."
A groan came out as he began to talk.
"Bezzel-gah!"
"Not my name. Not anymore."
She crumpled the card as the knight screamed out in pain.
"Argh! Okay! Okay! What is your name in this world!"
"...Behime."
She stopped crumpling the card as she whispered her name.
"Behime... just end me... why must your torture me..."
"The one who spared me... the one who caused me the worst pain... the one who forces my heart to beat..."
Hearing her words, The jack of clubs looked frightened... even regretful.
"I shouldn't have spared you that day-grk!"
She crumpled the card even harder as she smiled sadistically.
"Those words remind me of why i do this, just you wait. Thinking of your suffering will bring me great joy, my heart is already beating hard thinking about it!"
She began to ramble on about the lain she would cause, the card... Lance... just listened as he looked defeated, he could do nothing, he was only half.