Chapter 2 - {Amazeballs}
{Ghoul's Pov}
Cardinal World, Vramus Forest.
"The forest here is more barren than a she-vampire's fertility" I commented.
I indeed wanted to Murder-Death-Kill unfortunately however there was just a distinct lack of animals, monsters, or humans to murder-death-kill.
All there was, was just some random greenery and the occasional insubstantial insect here and there which did not really count as worthy prey on my Murder-Death-Kill radar.
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Wait, why would I want to kill innocent bystanders?
I knew for a fact that I wasn't exactly "Normal" in my past life, but I was never a psychotic murder-hobo...
"Is it because I'm an undead?" I looked at my own hideous arms and realized that perhaps my current mindset was being influenced and manipulated by my ghoulish anatomy.
[And? As part of the undead, it's your purpose to kill and spread death to all regardless of their origin and circumstances] Companion retorted in my mind like a shoulder imp would typically do in those silly kid's cartoons.
"Why?" I responded.
[What do you mean "why?"] Companion questioned.
"Why do you want me to kill people, Companion?" I answered.
[Why? Why not that's why. I'm
"Y-you!... Fair enough I guess" I couldn't exactly argue with that statement so I opted to get moving and to stop wasting time bickering with a fake person.
I got my thin legs to start sprinting as I search for some shelter, Whilst the undead doesn't need any accommodations to survive, it still would be better to get some crude makeshift sheets made out of shoddy materials than to sleep out in the open in some weirdly unsettling forest.
I eventually found a waterfall with a secret tunnel-like cave behind it. If you consider it with civilized living standards then it was simply beyond barbaric but unfortunately, he didn't have any other options so he made the cave his new temporary residence.
[Barbaric? I'm pretty sure this would have cost 2 million dollars if we were in California as a member of the Zoomer generation] Companion joked as always.
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I decided to regard his jokes as background noise for now and sat down to rest my mentally exhausted legs on the ground.
I say mentally because Ghouls and the rest of the undead race simply cannot get any fatigue from physical labor and the like.
[You can't get tired!? The women would love you, Ghoul!] Companion quipped.
[Sadly, however, I don't think you can make them feel anything more than pity for your impotance] Companion stated.
"Look at the bright side, I'm a professional eunuch now!" I retorted with optimism.
[Congratulations Nameless Ghoul #420 You Are A "Special" Boy] Companion attempted to break my pride.
"Congratulations Artificial Consciousness #69 You Are A Completely Original And Unique Existannce As There Are No Other Dissimbodied Snarky Voices That Just So happens To Know Random Plot Important Knowledge Like You!" Unfortunately for him, I won this time.
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"Now, I have skills, right? What were they again?" I questioned
[You have all the inherent skills of a ghoul plus everything you got from reincarnating] Companion proceeded to explain all his skills to him. Unfortunately for the readers, Mr. Author is too lazy to write all of it but He's a firm believer in "show don't tell" so your just going to have to wait.
"I have Necromancy? But I don't even know how to sense mana so how does that work?" It made sense that I would have necromancy as I'm an undead but the problem is that I knew not even a shred of magical insight so this skill might backfire if I try to use it recklessly.
[Skills are a gift of the world to its inhabitants, those lucky ones that have been gifted with skills can instinctively use them without any sort of guidance, Although having actual knowledge behind the inner workings of your skills will improve efficiency when using them. So you don't need to go to lich academy to figure out how to raise the dead] Companion lectured.
Well, that sounded awesome so he immediately wanted to use his skills to see what happen.
"I can't try Necromancy now because there are no cadavers to reanimate but I also have that Illusion skill, Right?"
[Yeah, it's called
Alright then,
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"Why is nothing happening" I complained.
[Nothing is happening because you're thinking of nothing. This is an Illusion skill goofy ass, you need to actually visualize what illusions you're making] Companion retorted with an understandable explanation.
Hmm, sounds legit.
Alright, now I try to change a nearby rock's color to yellow.
Immediately after saying that a peculiar feeling started to well up inside of my bod- no my min- my soul? my well... everything I guess.
The peculiar feeling pushed through my body and burst out of some meta-physical gate and departed from its vessel; Me.
The whateveritis traveled from through the hidden spiritual side of the world and plunged itself into the rock covering it in some weird magic dust.
The magic dust sparkled like stars and liquified covering the rock in some weird eldritch ooze.
The ooze performed a miracle as the rock's shell turned a bright yellow gold in color.
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𝒲𝒪𝒜ℋ, THAT WAS AMAZEBALLS.
[Calm down there boyo, You only gave Dwayne Johnson some hair dye not end world hunger, You don't need to be so excited]
Hmm, I wonder if I can enlargen 𝘾𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 parts of the body (; If you know what I mean ;)
[Well, It'll only be for show since illusions just change the appearance, not the actual shape] Companion just had to ruin it didn't he?
"Who?" I asked.
[Who what?] Companion responded.
"Who asked bitch, Shut the fuck up nerdface" I finished.
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Well, that's it for this chapter.
Guys, I'm not lazy I just have better things to do so stone me more to convince me to write more.
Fun fact: Female hyenas give birth through a Pseudo-Penis.
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