Chapter 7: Word games, underhanded strategies, And a racist girl who thinks she's not racist.
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— Half-truths and well-crafted lies are the games of adults... especially when they lie to themselves.
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Reality is disappointing, especially for people who don't have any striking characteristics; it's no wonder that most protagonists are similar in personality and appearance — it's to make readers identify with them. This way, it's easier to immerse yourself in the world of a manga or webnovel and feel as if you're in the protagonist's shoes.
In my opinion, in a world like Earth, and with the emergence of social networks, self-esteem has been decreasing more and more, and the ego has been increasing and replacing it.
People always think they deserve more; that the world never provides enough for them; yet most people deserve to be where they are.
Sure, I'm sure I deserve more than the people around me, but unlike them, I really do deserve more than I have and I'm not buying into any illusions.
Unlike them, I was born to be among those who rule the world; not to be ruled. If I am to be ruled, let it be by myself. This is a fact, because in my past life on earth, I suffered a lot and did not earn what I truly deserved, and for that the world should reward me. And since I deserve it, I became part of the royal family of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world from which I reincarnated.
If anyone were to hear this, they would be impressed by my greatness; not because of my excellent storytelling ability, but because I am like a star! I remember exactly the time when I held glory— and I still do, but not as much as I once did. However, my kingdom collapsed thanks to a traitor: Joel Yuki, who betrayed my father at a crucial moment and joined the enemy kingdom.
To contextualize: my kingdom was already in a critical situation due to being in a 5-year war against the kingdom of Hier.
Although the main reason was the acquisition of new lands, such a war occurred mainly because of the racial differences between my species and the elves.
The war had no clear winner, and it lasted for 5 years until my empire lost because of Joel Yuki's betrayal.
Honestly, I can't help but call the elven rulers hypocrites; they make an entire species their enemy, and create an excuse to welcome those who betray that same species, calling them "good Ruths".
It's a predictable outcome; If on normal earth, people hated each other because of the color of their skin, in a world where there are several species of beings that can think, this would only intensify.
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In short, what the elves did to my species' reputation is similar to what the Nazis did to the Jews.
Well, the elves didn't use gas chambers, but they probably enslaved most of my kind; I didn't live long enough to see more, so I don't know for sure.
Honestly, I think this was pure prejudice on the part of my people and the elves. The elves and my species were the most powerful because they had the largest reserves of nectar, mana and qi; both my species and the elves were superior to the other species on that planet, and we should rule together.
I know this may sound a bit biased, but it's true: we were the strongest. What makes two humans different from a lion and a bear is that humans can rule peacefully, even if there are two in power. To make it more meaningful, I changed the word humans to elves and Ruths.
Anyway, in order to avoid becoming a slave relay, I used the money I had left and hired wizards and sorcerers to try to teleport me to another dimension. Unfortunately, I was unable to do so, because enemy soldiers invaded the place where the ritual was being performed, interrupting everything.
I fought them, and lost my life in the process. In the afterlife, I spoke to a goddess, who offered me two propositions:
'death, or a mysterious reincarnation?'
'Explain the last option'
'Although you don't know what you will reincarnate as, your memories and mental capacity remain intact!'
'I want to reincarnate.'
After that brief conversation, the goddess reincarnated me… into an amulet! From a ruler of the world, to a mere amulet. Is there a greater humiliation?
Despite being the only option that guaranteed my survival, transferring my soul to the amulet came at a high price; I would no longer be able to absorb or create nectar or magic, I would have to survive on my original mana reserve until it inevitably runs out, and if I want to live longer, I have to have a host to feed on its mana, otherwise I will die.
Currently, I have two main concerns: one is that I am on the verge of death, and if it weren't for the mana reserve I've accumulated throughout my life, I would no longer exist.
The second one… is a bit worrying… I admit, it's very worrying!! My mana reserve will run out in 5 hours!
Anyway, my priority now is to convince this mutant capybara to take me with her.
Since she or he (I don't know exactly what gender this animal is, after all, there are cases where a woman has a masculine voice. Well, it's probably male thanks to those... things hanging between the legs, but it's a being from another world, and even on Earth, there were some females, like hyenas, that had penises) knows how to speak, probably has verbal thought and can think about its own existence. It's likely that he wants to be much more than a mere capybara.
In a simple analogy, the capybara is like a hikikomori, and I, the goddess who will gift it with a new life and fulfill its fantasies.
Any proposal that seems even slightly better than it is now, she will accept!
“Your proposal has piqued my interest. But before anything else, may I ask a question?”
I almost smile with satisfaction; this inferior being is in my hands!
“Any question you ask, I will answer!”
“How do I know what you said is true? Why would I trust you?”
After hearing these sentences, I started to sweat coldly.
“Look… look, can’t you see my aura? Furthermore, just by seeing me, you can already tell that I am powerful—”
When I tried to say something, I ended up stuttering in anger, and even after I regained my composure, he interrupted my speech.
“You are a funny woman; I don't sense any nectar in you; just a strange but weak energy, so weak that it is almost imperceptible.”
"But-"
I tried to stop him, but he continued.
“Why don’t you tell me the truth? If that was all you said, you wouldn’t be stuttering so much. Sure, you may be telling the truth, but I can’t trust you. Tell me on my terms; logically, clearly, and with clauses that I agree with.”