11 Do or Die 2

The girl below emitted soft sobs; her cries were annoying because they drew the scavengers.

Still, that was not all bad. The scavengers, known as the Murongs, were quite useful. Their flesh might be good since there was no knowledge of this body feasting on them, but it didn't hurt to try. In fact, this body was pathetic, at least. The previous host had zero survival skills, if she did, the stupid thing would have not been so weak and would not have died so tragically.

Tch.

Ignoring the abandoned girl, who was still sobbing, while restraining the urge to crack her head like a coconut, my gaze landed on the smooth, sleek form of the murong.

It approached slowly, its gaze focused on its prey, the oblivious sobbing girl, ah… another perfect example of Little Miss Stupid.

Common sense would tell you to live now, to get revenge later, instead of crying, having denial rule your entire being and become a meal for whatever lurked in this forest.

Like for example the murong, who stealthily approached with its long hind legs and shorter forelegs giving it a strange look. My immediate first thought was of the extinct hyenas back on earth; even if everyone hated them, I really thought those guys were quite resilient.

Honestly, I had been constantly shocked for the past ten years of this new life, but that was fine I got over it. The thought of living a good life was too good to pass up than dying... Erm... Yes, once again.

That Island the mother left this body on, I had seen the worst things than this via memory, and hearing the first few years….

The claws at the tips of the murong's paws were inching closer and closer to its prey. The beast, though, was almost as oblivious to my presence as that stupidly sobbing girl.

Both were being hunted, both oblivious of their impending doom.

I bet this murong probably thought that while it hunted, it would not be discovered. Too bad I'm the one hunting this enormous beast, which was about two meters in length and one and a half in height.

I prepared the knives I had fashioned from the teeth of a crocodile-like creature; I had hunted three days in a row before claiming my prize.

I licked my lips at the possibility of taking the life I had in front of me, and feasting.

Crouching low, I gave the six arms a look before pushing off from my branch, body straight. I flowed down; when I was close to the murong a screech was heard and the deadly point that would cause the death of the murong was missed – all because the six-arm had made a noise.

Instead, the point stabbed into its back. It made a neighing sound of pain while I struggled to hold on.

The foolish girl in question stopped sobbing to stare in horror at the beast who was thrashing behind her.

"Idiot," I thought, stabbing at the murong, who was clawing at me. Even though the suit was sturdy a few days had passed and it was worn, with many functions failing. A claw hooked into my leg and I cried out in more shock than pain since the suit prevented the claw from causing any injury.

Growing annoyed at this constant struggle I raised the blade in hand and brought it down to stab the beast a few times. My eyes began to glaze over in excitement. Behind my helmet a smile that would cause many to shiver in slight shock tinged with fear eerily graced my lips.

<Warning!!!! Host excitement levels too high for vitality levels. Measures implemented overload.)< p>

And, just like that, I lost the pleasure for the kill and just ended its life with a final stab. The murong emitted a pig-like squeal, fell beneath me and died.

Breathing heavily, I turned and glared up at the tree, crouching to spring up and slaughter those six arms, but paused in my movement when a Corpse was tossed to me.

Looking down at the dead six arms, I thought to myself that for them to survive they sacrificed the one who probably made that sound, just before I had dealt the death blow and missed.

<Due to weak status, wound sustained. Steps have been taken prevent unnecessary blood loss. Wound closing… 80%...90...95...100%. Host healed.)< p>

My wounds closed as I stood there, a self-healing that many lacked. It was extremely convenient to have a system like this one way and an absolute hindrance the other way.

The speed of it was enough that the blood I lost was minimal and, what was even greater, was the fact that the blood was reabsorbed through my skin! Well this way nothing was wasted, like the saying goes: 'Waste not, want not.' Reabsorption… how great was that?! Mega!

Not even bothering to look at the terrified girl, I bent into a squat to increase the power of my leap and lept onto the nearest branch after retrieving the Corpse of the two animals, first the murong and then the six-arm.

High up I stripped, tossed the damaged suit in my ring and pulled out another to slip on, but I paused at movement nearby.

The six arms seemed to think I was weak now; a few who thought to get rid of me decided to attack.

The suit in hand, I placed it back in the wristband to face the oncoming onslaught. Naked, I slashed through them all, snatching the Corpses as they fell, annoyed that they dared.

Each slash of my blade did not care if they attacked or tried to flee, I killed all in my path without mercy before finally stopping.

"Next time I will kill your entire troop!" I growled, proceeding to retrieve my suit once again and slip it on, uncaring of the few drops of blood, knowing the suit will clean it up almost immediately.

I thought of back on earth; I thought perhaps by now school would have been over, I'd have a decent job, find some passable man by now, marry him maybe or simply have a child. We'd have a small house too, with a dog.

No, instead I'm here killing mutated monkeys.

At least this mother cared, and at least I had siblings, four brothers, at least... Sigh.