Chapter 1

~~~Orario~~~

~~~Maria's Orphanage~~~

"Mhnn, my, such density. As expected of you-- pwah!."

Waterfalls of sweat tickled down my contorted face as a satisfying groan escaped my lips.

"Haa, thank you for always doing this for me, Mom-- ughnn!"

Shivering from euphoric bliss, I found myself struggling to keep myself standing on my toes.

"Although it's really a bit indecent and inapp--"

Crouching low between my legs was the wetly smothered face of my mother, Maria Martel.

"Mnchuu-- say no more. Hamnn!"

Well, she's not really my birth mother per se, but the only mother I had come to recognize.

"It's not really-- mnhaa, something I should do but, your own well-being was on the line."

"I know. It's just-- ohmnn."

After all, I had long been discarded, abandoned by my own supposed flesh and blood.

"Hmpwah-- there, all cleaned up."

An unwanted child of a Pallum Father and an irresponsible, uncaring, human mother.

"Why don't you hurry along and get freshened up? It's your big day today, isn't it?"

At least, that was what I've heard from those who knew them. Not that it matters.

"Just-- just give me a moment to catch my breath and I'll be gone right away."

Birth mother or not, she was the one who brought me up for as long as I could remember.

"Hmm, then I better go first. I still need to take care of your younger siblings after all."

I'd honestly prefer it that way. Just a normal, hearty, mother-and-son relationship.

"Oh, and, I already prepared your clothes for you, so, clean up after yourself, alright?"

But with this abominable thing I call a disease, I knew that it was just wishful thinking...

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It all started one night, in a dream I had three years ago. At least that was what I thought.

In a place like the night sky surrounded by a myriad of glittering stars, I met a human man.

He was intimidatingly huge, possibly about six of me stacked together, towering over me.

With a ginormously fat body build and a face like the God Ganesha's mask, he was ugly.

And that's just me downplaying it. At that time, I felt like I was staring at a behemoth.

Not a behemoth, but THE behemoth. The legendary monster in some heroic story books.

He was like a monster that could probably devour me whole without spitting any leftovers.

One thing led to another, and we began conversing, even when I still felt hesitant about it.

And I have to admit, it was a pleasant conversation. He was a good storyteller after all.

If not for the thing he did the very next second, I really thought we could be friends.

His plump arms suddenly outstretched, tightly grasping my fragile little neck in his hands.

And as he was choking me, his face morphed into something uglier as he laughed manicly.

From then on, he started blabbering something about ROB, whoever or whatever that is.

He mentioned something about eliminating my soul and taking over my body in the process.

His feral smile intensified as he mumbled about making a harem, being a hero, and stuff.

Even mentioning something about Goddesses, violating them to his heart's content.

Honestly, I didn't know what he was going on about nor did I care. I was busy gasping for air.

I'm not sure if it's his sadism showing up, or if he was just taking his time.

He could've killed me right then and there with a little more effort on his part, but he didn't.

However, as my consciousness started drifting away, I found myself fighting back.

Something like my survival instinct suddenly kicked in as I desperately fought and struggled.

It seemed like a mysterious power burst out of my fragile, little frame and aided me.

And surprisingly, somehow, I managed to escape his clutches, albeit gasping and limping.

In the infinite horizon as far as my sight could reach, I desperately ran for my dear life.

But with my nimble movements due to my tiny stature, evasion wasn't much of an issue.

It kinda annoyed him further as he started to react even crazier, growling like a beast.

I didn't know how long our game of tag went on but he somehow tripped on his own.

He stumbled so hard that upon impact, he no longer moved. Probably died right away.

A while after that, his body gradually turned to glowing particles of light and vanished.

I didn't know what happened afterward. I only found myself waking up the next second.

And while heaving a sigh of relief while patting and consoling myself, peculiarities occurred.

With it was a floating series of texts from someone who called himself The Best ROB there is.

Thinking about it, in my young mind, I didn't know what the words stated in the letter meant.

Only after the years had gradually gone by, as my mind matured, that I comprehended it.

Aside from fragmented memories, I also inherited his supposed transmigration perks.

And Gods, I couldn't help but curse at that man's pervertedness. He was a freak of nature!

I can't complain about the first perk, a mystery box system that gives out daily rewards.

Although it has been restricted for the time being, it can be easily disregarded with patience.

But the other thing though got me wishing to condemn his soul to burn for all eternity...

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~~~Guild~~~

"Hmm, Lumiere Frae, 12 years old-- Pallum?"

Right, I get that a lot. With my height at my age, I probably don't look like a Pallum.

"Well, I'm a product of an interracial coupling, so, I'm technically a Half-Pallum."

No surprise there, there's no Pallum with a height that exceeds 4 feet after all.

"Then why did you classify yourself as such when you are, in fact, a mixed breed?"

At least, from what I could tell from all the encounters I had with all the Pallums in the City.

"Uh, because it's easier? Furthermore, it's a mouthful, don't you think so?"

Heck, even the oldest Pallum in the city who is in his forties is smaller than me...

"Right, anyhow, a small fee is required to complete the registration."

Handing over a pouch of Valis as a registration fee, a thought suddenly came to my mind.

"By the way, Miss Flott. Is it possible for me to enter the dungeon without a familia?"

It wasn't really what I had intended to do. After all, delving in without a familia is pure idiocy.

And for sure, Mom's going to kill me if she knew that I went ahead without a God's blessing...