12 Cemetery
Why did the guard didn´t say anything about the color of my card or my blessing of [Shadow of the dead king]?
That´s because the status cards have encryption based on the mana´s owner. If someday my card gets stolen, the robber won´t be able to see the information unless it gets my content.
Another motive was the passive skill that I had obtained from courtesy of the corpse I found: [Fake numbers]. This skill allows me to hide and modify the information gathered by mana, for the records, I´m just a weak guy from another world.
The skills are normally limited to the class and tittles, a skill like that would only be obtainable by people with the class of "Assasin" or the title of "Spy", and after have recollected its essence, I knew the corpse had the first.
Whether thanks to my passive skills of [Essence recollector] or my blessing of [Shadow of the dead king], I found a way to strengthen myself in this world, and that source was the ghosts and its corpses.
It´s a skill of very bad taste, but it´s what I have.
It was crazy the way my skill treated death as nothing but power sources, but I wasn´t on earth anymore, no matter how peaceful this kingdom was, I wasn´t sure if it would be the same in the others, I preferred to keep on with my methods and bear with some guilt, to being killed on another kingdom or by a random beast because of my weakness.
I truly need to have a loose screw to go on with this.
I walked through the cemetery for a while, black threads and ghost of horrifying aspect were floating over some tombstones, much less than I expected.
Some families were cleaning the tombs and clearing them from weeds, the quality of the tombstones made clear who were nobles, adventurers, merchants, or simple peasants.
MOOoooTheeerr* KILL THEM! KILL THEM! It burns... It burns...*
Every ghost said something different, some were warriors with the chest spitting blood, others were kids with the head split in two, women with calcinated skin, beastman with the stomach opened by a swipe. It was like looking at the sequels of a battlefield.
Guess a kingdom made by heroes only looks peaceful on the outside.
Thread I took ghost that talked.
-I´ll help you later, right now I need you to do it first.
Didn´t know why, but the ghosts didn´t doubt in believe in my words. And honestly, I wasn´t lying, I was going to fulfill their wishes at the right time, I wanted to, not for pity, it was more like an impulse, a necessity fresh discovered.
I constantly looked at my card to check my upgrades, for some unknown motive, I didn´t obtain a lot of skills, even when I made sure to go to as many tombs as ghosts were, my strength and mana only had increased a little.
In any way, I gained something very valuable.
Will it be for the lifestyle they had? Or for the time they have been dead?
Skills:
Putrefaction.
Life detection.
Thirst for vengeance.
Passive skills:
Recollect essence.
Assimilate essence.
Fake numbers.
Thirst for vengeance sounds dangerous, I´ll see what it does once I´m alone and isolated, I don´t want to kill someone by accident.
The cemetery was quite big, so I wasn´t going to be able to visit all the tombs in one day, besides, now I have the personal mission to fulfill the ghost's wishes
-Let´s start with the quickest first.
I let my suit hanging over a nearby angel statue and passed a while fulfilling simple wishes like sweeping tombs, pick up flowers, and other simple errands. Although it was certainly hurtful when the kids came, most of them looked poor and abused, their wishes were so pure that I couldn't help feel a knot in my throat and a pain in my heart. My only comfort was to watch how they turned into light particles that ascended to the skies.
A few asked to play with them to things like hide and seek, tag, and the house, among other games, I could easily handle that, on earth, I have a little brother that asked me to do the same, so deal with kids wasn´t new.
But there was one, that truly made me want to find the parents and hang them by their insides while feeding them with their shit.
It didn´t even have an appropriate tomb, it was just a bulge of cold dirt without a tombstone.
They didn´t even give her a name.
It was a 5 or 6 years old girl, the dirty cloth that she used as clothes was made jerks, her black hair was torn out in several parts of her head, she seemed undernourished and her skin was filled with bruises and cuts that constantly bleed, her nose was broken, her mouth lacked teeth and her left eye somehow had been damaged, her legs dripped with a liquid that I preferred not to think what it was, the mark in her neck told me that her life ended hanging.
Her request hurt worst than any punch, cut or bullet that my body had felt, that moment was the epitome of my frustration.
For her request was a hug.
Just a hug.
She didn´t say it in words, since she didn´t know how to speak.
She extended her arms and waited for an answer.
My legs lost all their force at that moment, my eyes burst into tears, and my closed throat drowned my screams.
She never met happiness? She wasn´t even allowed for a moment of affection?
The answer was obvious, but I didn´t want to accept it.
After 5 solid minutes of crying, I downed myself to her height and tried to hug her.
I supposed that I wasn´t going to be able to touch her like the previous ghosts, but to my surprise, I was able to feel her.
A body so skinny and weak that could break at the slightest distraction and flesh so death that gave me chills.
But nothing of that mattered to me. I just wanted to give her what she wanted. I couldn´t do anything else.
I let her weak hands cling to my clothes and made my best effort to not make a sound.
I just heard a wistful sigh of relief and soon felt how her figure vanished in the tranquility of silence.
She didn´t say thanks.
She didn´t say a word I could understand.
And I didn´t need it.
I rose from the earth, pulled out a cigarette, and smoked while going out of the cemetery for a wooden table.
A man of humble appearance sold it to me for 10 coppers, I came back to where the girl was and with my hands dig a hole where I could put the new tombstone.
My globes were made of strong leather so I didn´t damage my hands too much.
Once the tombstone was put, I pulled out my pocket knife.
I started to sculpt.
"Here lays Amanda"
-I don´t know if reincarnation or the afterlife exists, but if here ghosts and magic are real, then maybe, there is, I just hope you can have what you didn´t in this life.
Blasphemy, hypocrisy, selfishness.
What I did was all of that and more.
I never visited the tombs of my relatives on earth, and if it wasn´t for I could see and feel people after death in this world, I would have never done this.
It was pure self-satisfaction.
-But I wanted to do it, and that´s enough.
I followed my wishes and did everything I could to accomplish them.
If people respected or hated me for that didn´t matter, because, in the end, the one who would bear with the consequences was only me. And as long as it was me I could do everything. I could accept everything.
Even if I had to kill.
...
Tap*
A ball of leather had landed beside my foot, reflexively I pícked it up with a soccer move and took it in my hands.
-Amazing sir!
A trio of kids ran quickly to where I was, their eyes amazed and expectant lose a bit of brightness after looking at my face.
Triplets?
