1 Merciless world

I came up with conclusion to this dilemma of mine, it mainly being, changing the Mc. This now will be Chara fic, with normal Chara powers. No Gaster, as his powers are too overrated. I also realized that I have made him a bit ... too overpowered. Few first chapters will be original world and from there on will be mha. Hope you like it.

Side note: If you need any explanations, don't hesitate to ask.

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Wind blew strongly over the cursed lands, the lands that no one should live on. Grounds were fierce, no nutrition in it, leaving millions of people that were judged to be different or ones that got exiled, to be left starving. Air was hot, scorching one may say, making every breath burn persons lungs. Surface of cursed lands seemed to not see an ounce of water for what looks like millennia, making ground imitate the ones that could be seen on this inhabitable deserts that were present so many years ago. Yet, some people managed to creat a survivor camps, which is very surprising. They were created with outside help, yes, but they were a heaven on earth for people that searched refuge. But you know ? Weather is not the most terrifying thing about this place. You can deal with air by simply putting a cloth over your mouth, you can deal with food shortages by just asking outsiders for help. What you can't deal with are monsters gathered across cursed grounds. They come in all shapes and forms, from a gigantic worm to just a simple fly. Most of them, and it is scientifically proven, are the effect of this mysterious phenomena that happened on earth all those years ago. But, I won't talk about it for now.

"Chief ! To your right !"

I heard a shout from behind me. I turned to the right and launched a bunch of crimson strings onto the right side. Feeling a firm resistance, I started pulling.

"Ha ! Seems to be a good catch guys ! We haven't had a female in over a week. They are worth more."

Said another voice from ahead of me, being the one to unwrap the 'catch'. Covered in bunch of strings was a female human, with some unnatural features however. Instead of normal ears, she possessed ones similar to that of a dog that in turn, were of grey color. If you took a while you would also see her tail laying down, signifying that she isn't happy with the situation she was in.

Further prove of this was the terrified look on her face, as if she saw someone worse than the monsters that were roaming around the lands around here.

She was hyperventilating, while grabbing a little knife and trying to drag it towards her neck. What she didn't expect, was for a numerous strings to appear and stop her already unsuccessful suicide.

Quickly enough, a hand came from behind her, knocking her out.

"New shit ! You were supposed to capture her, not enjoy the view, you unsightly brute !"

I shouted. Just because of his inadequate doing we nearly lost our catch.

"O-Okay boss. I promise to never do that again !"

"*Sigh* Why are newbies like you so fucking excited about this job ?"

"..."

I received no response. That is how most of the conversations with new head hunters went. They aren't careful, nearly losing a prey.

I dropped from a hovering bike, creating more strings to tie her up. All delicately of course, no wound can be present on an object of trade.

"Hey, chief. Maybe we can have some fun with her ? She probably won't mind, even more so in that state-"

Asked a friend of mine, Gus. He was my second in command but apparently, he still didn't get a gist of what we are doing.

"You are not allowed to and you know that. You will make her price drop exponentially. Especially you. Didn't you buy yourself a woman just two weeks ago ?"

I cut him off and asked a question in return. This guy stood on like 6 feet and 7 inches, a giant of a man. He towered everyone back in our base, though he is at least somehow aware of our difference in strength. He was in a pale yellow T-shirt and shorts, like most people here. It was extremely hot, I would be surprised if someone would be stupid enough to buy any kind of armor for this cursed land.

"Yes, I did. But she was weak. Already just ... lays there."

He responded. Why am I not even surprised.

"We all have to manage. When we get back to main base we will be able to sell them and get our prize. You are not the only one wanting to return. This place sucks."

I responded, finishing tying up the girl.

"Gus, be of help and put her in the cage."

Saying that, I placed the cloth over my mouth once more and sat on the bike starting it up.

"Guys ! We are pulling out to the camp, last one on the place is a weak-ass dick !"

"But you don't have any ?"

Responded one of my subordinates, quite puzzled.

"That is why you guys will be this weak-asses !"

I shouted, driving away at a monstrous speed, startling people nearby.

Few minutes later, some caught up to me, still quite far behind however. Our base was visible in the distance, which brought a grin to my face. We would finally get some rest.

Base consistent of the newest qrantanium walls, keeping away even the monsters of giant class.

In a minute or two, we reached the gates. From up the walls, a few stationary guards were staring down at us.

I reached deep into my pocket, taking out something akin to a badge. On it was a symbol of a hanging man, a symbol of my squad.

Seeing it, he yelled down to the people at control. Gate opened soon enough, allowing us to go through.

Inside of the city looked far worse than the walls, which would not come as surprise. While wall was movable and costed quite a bit, most of the tents set up weren't that expensive, aside of mine and Gus's, these were our private tents.

"Well, that is it for today. Go to your tents and have some rest, dinner is in hour. I also have a happy announcement ... we are returning tomorrow !"

I said towards man that gathered around. Once they heard the whole sentence, happy cheers erupted, putting out the silence that was present during my talk. I myself was grinning, every second that wasn't spent on this grounds is a good one.

I went back into my tent to change my clothes. They were covered in sand, nothing too comfortable. I took them off standing in front of the mirror.

In it stood a human woman with neck length brow hair, a firm jawline and a small nose. Tall on about 6 feet. But what made the human unique was nothing other than her eyes. A crimson colored eyes, seemingly able to pierce through anyone.

It maybe a little too much, but I really liked calling them like that.

I went towards my breasts, them being stiff because of tight clothing that I was wearing. I moved them around a bit, reliving this weird feeling.

I decided to wear some clothes and just lay down, resting my tired legs. It seems that moving around a whole day without a rest is quite tiring.

No like we have any choice really. Varying from number of our 'catches' and their quality, we may be able to survive the month or even get some savings. Fortunately for us, regular food was supplied by Imperials, leaving us with maintaining the wall, our own tents and vehicles.

But it wasn't that bad. We had a free hand to do whatever we wanted. We were the biggest head hunters around, only one rivaling us being 'Hound squad' and 'Buggers' but latter ones being far way behind.

We possessed the monopoly on slave supplying business, making many successful companies owe us.

But, how does one become a head hunter ? Quite simple. You have to possess an ability, offensive or defensive whatever floats ones boat. You can go solo, but then you don't have anyone looking over you at night.

As to abilities, I didn't tell about this one did I ? Welp, we will have to go back quite a bit to get an answer.

Supposedly 400 hundred years ago, a weird things started happening on earth.

Some people started mutating, gaining animal characteristics and other powers. It didn't include only humans however.

Certain animals also started mutating, gaining other, sometimes a little gross, characteristics. Like, worms growing in size, Lion getting another head or snake getting magic.

That was when 'Venture hunters' were created, taking care of monsters for a good price.

All was going well, until 200 hundreds later a guy called 'Golden Lion' emerged. He started killing normal looking humans, supported by other beast-like humans. Then 'Venture hunters' clashed with him, finally being able to kill him. Their fighting scene became a cursed ground, just from sheer amount of deaths that happened here. From there on out, humans with beast characteristics and humans helping them were exiled here, to drop dead or be picked up by us.

Anyone that doesn't have a head hunter team badge is free to become a slave, no matter the characteristics.

It really is fucked up, millions of people have to suffer because of one guy.

I mean, slaves can buy themselves out. Yes, law like that does exist.

'Any slave that is able to pay their original price + 10 gold coins to their owner, if willing to, can buy their own freedom out. Owner is then forced to let slave go free.'

I don't know what drugs someone was on when guy wrote it, but these are just stupid. Let's start that slave won't be able to pay back. Why ? Because owner owns them to the moment that he accepts the payment. If guy just takes money from slave then it won't be able to buy itself, cause of no money.

*Sigh* what a fucked up world.

"Chief !"

A sound of Gus was heard outside of the tent. I looked towards my holographic phone. It was 7pm, time passed with me reminiscing. I got up, wore a simple leather jacket with T-shirt underneath and pale yellow pants. As much as the day was hot, nights in here were a freezing hell.

I got out, temperature already changing from the scorching sun to a cold moon. Gus was standing two meters away, he himself was wearing a jacket and sturdy pants.

"Let's go."

I said and we continued onwards to the eating point. Once we arrived, I instantly saw an incident. One of our newest guys, earlier mentioned new shit, was trying to mess with the cook. It being, trying to harass her.

I quickly got behind them, standing with the tray of my own. They were arguing above the meat section, denying any access to meat-based meals. Gus also wasn't pleased, seeing from his angry glare that was being sent towards the newbie.

They would probably continue on, but as it was about to get physical, I interrupted before Gus could.

"New shit."

I said from behind, towering over his mere 5 feet and 10 inches body.

"Get your share and get out of my sight, you waste of space."

I was honestly already fed up with him. He was only causing problems for the whole group. From what I know he isn't anyone important, we can just get rid of him on the way.

Guy in question looked like he was about to shit himself, mainly from fear. My eyes were probably glowing, making it seem like I was about to kill him. Or maybe it was Gus that was right behind me, releasing a menacing aura of his own.

He instantly turned around and crawled away, making space for us as well as other people.

"Hahaha, as expected of Chara."

Said a feminine voice belonging to none other than the cook.

I looked at her once again. Her name was Claire, and she was a beast-woman. She possessed characteristics of a cow, which was quite surprising considering she was a cook. She possessed a long blond hair and a little chubbier look, making her look more on the side of cute, rather than sexy.

Her assets were ... impressive, taking a space of an H-cup. She didn't seem bothered by them, which is the most surprising thing. She is a happy-go type of person, being able to get along with just anyone that is not an asshole.

She is a slave, just like any other around here, however, she was bought by me. Or rather, taken.

She is an incredible cook, being able to creat a miracle out of nearly anything. Gus and the rest of my team helped me with getting her, so I guess you can say that she is a part of the team. A mascot. If someone messes with her, they mess with me, Gus, Will, Yu and the rest of us.

"Good evening, Claire. Was he much of a problem ?"

"Haha ... I was just trying to befriend him. I didn't expect him to get so ... so ..."

"It's okay, Claire. If he tries to mess with you again, Gus will take care of him. Am I right, Gus ?"

I looked towards the big guy while grinning.

He responded in a firm nod, clapping his hand on his chest, making his agreement even more apparent.

"*Hick* what would I do without you guys !"

She, out of nowhere decided to give both of us a hug. What it looked like, was that she was pushing my head into her exponential breasts while hugging Gus. She was just a little smaller than me, making it nearly impossible to fully hug Gus. I could hear his innate pain from here.

"Jeez, enough of this Claire. I am quite hungry."

As much as I enjoyed the hug, my stomach would not handle any longer separation from food.

"Ahh ! Sorry, Chara. I was just getting emotional."

"Don't worry. Can I get my share though ?"

"Yes, wait a second."

She got back behind the lad and started giving out dinners once more.

Once we had our dinner, we made it to the table. It resembled a tables that you would see in medieval movies, with me on the king's chair. On my right being Gus, who is my right hand. And on my left Claire. Normal slaves would not be allowed to eat on the tables, but it was for normal slaves. No one had anything against her eating with us, even more, we were all really happy for her to be with us here. No one would object her sitting with us. Aside of newbies, of course.

"Why are you letting such a dirty slave eat on the same table as us ?!"

"I demand you put her back in her cage right now !"

Many similar comments followed from 4 newbies. Why did we take them ?

Ah, yes. Some heirs of rich families decided that it would be good to just go on a little hunting. They offered us enormous amounts of money for it, it was really hard to refuse. I mean, it was hard, but we were about to refuse because we were afraid of this happening, but Claire herself assured us that it would be okay. It isn't.

I just sat there, my right hand supporting my head while other was tapping on the table. Gus beside me was about to burst out on them and he would be gladly followed by the others. None of us liked Claire to be sad.

After another few seconds of them talking shit about Claire, I stood up and signaled for my people to get the table on the side. They did so without asking, fully trusting my judgment.

They finally shut up, seeing how I and others were looking at them.

"Okay you deep shits, no matter how much money you have, it is still our camp. If you don't shut up and eat, we will be forced to use more ... drastic methods to make you shut up."

I said to them in a cold tone. They were raised in a good home, not knowing the horrors of what can be done with a simple tool, like cutter for example.

Three of them seemed to settle down, releasing that we outnumber and outclass them.

But there is always this one guy, right ?

"You don't have any right to say that ! Do you even know who I am-"

He tried to use his status against us, but he was pulled into the ground by red chains coming out of the ground itself.

They then proceed to wrap themselves around his ankles, wrists, neck-bone and neck.

"I, by myself, wish you no harm. If you just abide to our rules, it will all be just a safe trip for you lots. Unless someone is like you. Then, we have a special tent, set around ... there."

I pointed to one of the bigger tents.

"This one is used both as a slave-holding point, as well as a torture chamber. There is this guy, Rick. Rick, say hello."

I pointed once again, this time towards an older man. He was wearing a mask covering his whole face as well as wearing gloves. He looked at me and the guy under me.

"Hello~!"

He said while waving sheepishly.

"You see, he is our man that acts as a torturer. He is a part of our team, working as 'extractor of informations'. We mainly use him when there is a bigger gathering of 'prey', to find out where survivors went to. I think that you get what I mean already, but anatomy of beast-man and human man are very, very similar. Capishe ?"

He noded back fearfully, probably releasing what I was talking about.

"Good."

I responded as the chains dissolved into thin air, leaving the guy gasping for air.

"Well, let's continue on everybody ! Cheers for Claire !"

After putting everything back in its place, we started once more.

After my toast, tons of cheers resounded around me. That is what I love about this job. I turned a little in my chair, putting my legs on my right and hanging my head down from the left side. Engaging in some talk with Claire, sharing drinks with guys.

That is life in this merciless world.