Umm, huh?
Sometimes I wish I wasn't so lucky. Then again, maybe I'm asking for too much. These Grimm showed up at the worst time. Strange how some of them are easy to detect while others just… appear. No warning. No presence. Just death.From across the river, I watched one of them charging — claws out, eyes burning like coals.You'd think a rank C or above Grimm would put up more of a fight, right?But seriously? It's been surprisingly easy.Perfect time to test out these gloves. I was told they boost my critical rate by 120% and break through any guard. Honestly, they feel like cheating. Combined with my blind fighting style, they suit me better than sight ever could.But does that even matter? In a forest full of Grimm, nobody's checking for fair play.
ROAR!
[10 Minutes Later]
It took longer than I expected to take them down. In my defense, I've been trying to practice fighting without relying on my abilities. Pure instinct. Real combat.
Still… I need to clean up. The river nearby should do. After that, I'll start searching for civilization. I need information. Safety. Something other than this endless wilderness. I can't keep surviving like this forever.
I set off again.
But soon, the air changed. Grimm… more of them. Swarming. Relentless.
I must've killed over seven hundred by now. And they still keep coming.
And I… I just keep fighting.
It's kind of funny, in a twisted way.
[Weeks Later]
I've been in near-constant battle. Nonstop. My skills are sharper now — my sense, more refined. I've even gotten used to the rhythm of combat. I finally hit level 6… which feels insulting, considering the literal massacre I've been doing.
Twenty skill points gained — and I still can't afford a single damn upgrade.
This system shop is definitely rigged. 2B swears it's not, but I'm calling it now.
Whatever. I'll put points into Echolocation, bump it up to Level 2. That gives me a few extra seconds per pulse. Forty seconds of vision per wave, with a twenty-second cooldown. It's not great, but it's something.
In battle, every second counts. And for someone who sees through sound, every wave matters.
Stats-wise, I've been allocating everything into offense and defense. Here's where I'm sitting:
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ATK: 850 (+300)
DEF: 800
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Yeah. That's me.
There's a stat cap at 1000 per category. I'm inching close. But no time to dwell on numbers.
Time to find life — or at least a cleaner river. This tar-like Grimm blood is getting unbearable.
[One Month Later]
…Huh?
Am I… on the sea?
Oh — right. I never mentioned that part. I walked off a cliff. Straight into it.
That's when I realized… I'm on an island.
I must've been walking in circles for weeks. Fighting Grimm. Wasting time.
How did I know it was an island?
The system highlighted it red.
Go figure.
I should feel frustrated, maybe even stupid — but I don't. I feel… older, somehow. Like I aged months in a day. This journey… it's forced me to grow up.
So, yeah. Growth.
Huh?
Should I be surprised? Happy?
Well, at least this suit's waterproof. That's something to celebrate, right?
This sea ride's going to be long.
I can hear voices and running in the end, my sound wave made activates. Showing me what's happening I'm on what's probably a fishing boat.
Then I was placed on a bed where I was given first aid. That's if I was human but I played anyways, even spitting up a few saltwater. An even getting CPR.
In the end, I fake my awaking by saying where am I. To hear a young boy's voice in his teen's saying?"
you'll be okay miss your on a boat going to the vale.
Justice: oh, um thank you?
But what happen?
Boy: we found you in the sea where your ship must have gotten sunken?"
I play along with faking my weakness. Saying that I'm a bit sleepy"
Boy: oh sorry about that I should let you rest well talk later?
Justice: Thank you for saving me.
Boy: no problem.
*Click*
He's gone I better rest
I may be an android but I'm human at heart.