CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

The taste of something sweet and dreams of things not to repeat

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~ Name: Sting ~

Title: Fuzzy Wuzzy Bee

Class: Big Bug [lv51]

HP

[113]

MANA

[89⇨ 94]

ATK

[180]

INT

[55]

DEF

[90]

SPD

[255]

You seem to be growing tired, so you should stop to rest

I hear that the food in small towns is often the best

There’s a town down there, why don’t you go and say hello

Guests are often welcome for a couple days or so

Sting had indeed started feeling tired after that fight

It was getting harder to wage battles while in flight

He took the screens advice and descended upon a town

Able to smell something delicious when he touched down

He landed in the middle of a place like none he’d seen

All the trees were big grey squares, instead of tall and green

The ground was also strange, covered in perfectly square rocks

Sting wondered if this was where some golem often walks

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Sting followed his nose down a long trail of stones and bricks

Curious about how he could see no leaves or sticks

There weren’t even monsters there, no creatures or heroes

But he was more focused on the smell that found his nose

He came upon a wooden box on wheels upon the trail

Hanging from it was a small sign which only said ‘Sale’

The box was full of little round things, mostly brown and white

It was fluffy to the touch and so he took a bite

The flavour was nothing like the fruit he had tried before

He felt like he’d never eat anything else anymore

All he wanted was the strange white fluffy snack right here

He ate his fill then sat beside the box beset with cheer

Achievement: Cute Little Glutton

I see that you have taken quite a liking to that bread!

Somehow you look even cuter now that you’re well fed

I can’t wait to introduce you to all kinds of food

Just make sure to thank the one who made it, don’t be rude

Sting crawled underneath the box supported by four wheels

Content that he had just eaten one of the finest meals

Out of sight of all the monsters flying in the air

He curled up and he fell asleep without a single care

He dreamt about his homeland, where the sky was dark and red

Back when he didn’t understand a word that monsters said

He did miss his big family, and he dreamt of them too

But mostly he dreamt about bread and of a splendid view

His dream became an endless landscape, like the one he’d seen

Mountains in the distance, skies of blue, and trees of green

He dreamt of making new friends in this peaceful paradise

And learning how to say thanks for all of the great advice

He wandered through the memories which he’d amassed til then

Reliving those feral days of chaos once again

Hunting with his family to satisfy his thirst

Unaware that such an existence was cruel and cursed

The monsters that he’d killed to feed his hunger for power

All piled up in front of him like a bloody tower

And then the moment everything began to become clear

As he attacked one small human child who showed no fear

He’d been so hungry, driven by his need to feed and kill

He’d relentlessly attacked the child of his own will

But even as the boy’s body began to fall apart

He valiantly resisted until Sting stabbed his heart

The fear that Sting had felt when he had realized his sin

The aching of his mind and all the chaos there within

Gave way to a new love of life and everything it meant

But sorrow filled his dreams of how his entire life was spent

“What the heck, a monster’s sleeping underneath that cart!”

A sudden clamour awoke the sleeping Sting with a start

He woke up to find several swords all being waved at him

And faces on a bunch of humans looking pale and grim

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