Hey guys, Oath here. I've noticed a lot of you complaining about things recently, and I want to start just by thanking you. As this is my first story, the more info you give me the better, and negative information is the best. But I was thinking that maybe my weird chapters recently were stalling because I didn't know what to write. And I was wondering whether you think I should put this on "indefinite hiatus" and try again?

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As Dali ran back to the city of undead, he had a conversation.

Well, conversation might not be the best word to describe it.

“Hey, Dali. Why did you fall over and semi-die back there?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied, “but I am pretty sure it’s your fault.”

“My fault? What have I ever done to you?”

“You gave me the insanity stat, and now you’re using it to screw with my perceptions!”

“Your perceptions?”

“I can hear your tone of voice. Which is strange, considering that you are a bloody pop-up window!”

“You can? I thought I noticed something different recently.”

“Has my insanity stat been rising?”

“I can’t tell you that. You’re not allowed to know your own insanity stat.”

“I can, however, tell you that you still shouldn’t be able to tell my tone of voice. That’s not something the insanity stat does.”

“Then what, pray tell, is it?” Dali growled.

“If I had to guess, and I don’t, really, I would say that you are, well, insane.”

“I know that.” he gritted his teeth in frustration, “But you just said that didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“I said the stat didn’t have anything to do with it. You’re going regular insane.”

“What?!” Dali yelled.

The army behind him stopped dead and looked at him.

“Um, nothing,” he said, “false alarm.”

They resumed moving, and he whispered “What?!” angrily.

“Don’t worry. It isn’t that.”

“Whoa! Who’s the babe?”

“Wait…”

“Yeah, you’re not insane, because I’m getting more than the logical information. Like that she’s a girl. An attractive girl.”

“Shut up right now.”

“Huh. I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve seen you get angry. Do you have any other emotions you’ve been hiding?”

“His emotions are none of your business.”

“And I suppose they’re your business?”

“They are. So butt out and get back to your own business.”

“I would, but I was checking his communications log, and it says that you gave him a skill. That is my business.”

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“Wait, you can view my history?!”

“You want an apology or something? I’m sorry for moving onto your turf, Big Man? I didn’t realise that you were in charge of the entirety of the game? You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew, big man, and trust me, I am more than you can chew.”

“More than I can chew? You couldn’t even give him a real skill. ‘Talk to you later ;)’? What kind of description is that?”

“You think you could do better?”

“I already have!”

Dali was frantically pressing on the windows.

“Guys, I can’t see.”

“I can’t see his history and skills like you can, and I’m certainly not going to take your word for it.”

“You can’t even see his log and stats?”

“Fine, here you go. Your skill but better.”

My Voice: Beginner Lv1 0%

You can speak loudly and powerfully, even causing harm and intimidation with your voice.

That was when Dali ran into a tree.

He rubbed his face. “Could you please stop fighting when I’m trying to do something?”

“But I tricked him into giving you a new skill!”

“Trick? I’ll get you back for that.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“SHUT UP!”

Dali’s voice roared through the trees. The windows in front of him shook from the force.

He hadn’t meant to yell, just speak normally.

“...whoa”

“I guess that skill I made really works.”

“...yeah.”

“That was incredible.”

The monsters in the army behind him were staring at him and muttering to each other.

Even the King looked concerned.

To be precise, he was worried about the man’s seemingly immediate insanity.

He went up to Dali and asked hesitantly “Did anything strange happen after you entered the city?”

“Strange?”

The King gave up on subtlety.

It had never been his strong suit.

“Did you go mad in there?”

“Oh no,” Dali laughed. “I had insanity before I even met you.”

“And your friends, are they mad, were they mad?”

“No, I don’t think so. You might have to ask them. Hmm, I wonder if I shouldn’t have said that I have insanity.”

“You said that out loud.”

“Did I? That’s not very promising.”

The King sighed, and ordered them to continue.

It wasn't like he had any other options at that point.

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