My Reincarnation as a Chicken - 298 Intermission - Intruder

Holy shit!

I’ve been walking and running non-stop for the past 4 weeks. I felt like I was going to die, I swear! The sun is absolutely terrifying and that’s not because I used to shut myself off from the world over the weekends back on Earth.

No! I was a vampire now. A vampire!

I mean, when I first evolved into a vampire, I thought, “Oh boy! I’m a vampire now? That’s so cool!”

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Like in a classic RPG where you equip an armour that buffs up your defence by +5. I’ve always wondered if that meant your head’s defence was also up +5 points. Logically it shouldn’t, right? But clearly item effects work just like they do in video games, in this world!

With help from my, uuh, aid (I’m really not supposed to talk about her), I weaved a yukata that could nullify the sun’s effects on me! I was immune to the sun as along as I wore that yukata. Absolutely glorious, right?

I wanted to share it with Akkun, but to hell with that bastard! He lead me on for years! He shamelessly bashed me for doing something he did! He confessed to me once, but that retard pretended nothing happened after that incident. He was the most confusing bastard ever!

When those weird people in suits came to the classroom and basically killed all of us, I had assumed that was it! Good riddance to the trash life I lived! But nope! I woke up to an even more trash life! Still, I persevered and through luck… like a lot of luck, I made my life comfortable and it only took a few months of being on the verge of death.

Life was going smoothly, till I was informed that Akkun was reborn as well! First, I was happy! I wanted to run to him and just cry in his arms like some sort of damsel in distress. But then what does this bastard do? He’s already playing about with another girl! A goblin! He preferred a goblin to me!

He’s lucky, you know? It had been months since I interacted with anyone I knew. I was desperate enough to not let my jealousy get in the way of me interacting with another human. I mean, my monstrous appearance wasn’t really going to help me out in that area. Akkun was my best bet at staying sane!

He introduced me to his system. You know, generic isekai novels where the MCs are sent to another world with a video game system to help them cope with the new world better than others. Yeah, he had that and because of that, his progress was at least a thousand times faster than mine. He let me in on it and, well… Lots of things happened and I finally evolved into an undine… sort of.

Long story short, Akkun was the cause of my current state in more ways than one. He’d basically been an architect, modelling me in a specific direction be it intentional or accidental. Hey, if I use that analogy, it makes it sound like he’s morphing me into his perfect woman. Maybe he doesn’t pay attention to me because I never was his ideal woman.

That shitty birdbrain, I’ll smother him with-

You might be wondering why I keep talking like this. You see, vampires have this thing called an Inconsistent Brain Rot.

What is that, you ask? Well sit down my padawans. Let me explain to you what this bullshit is!

Inconsistent Brain Rot is an odd phenomenon that affects vampires, ghouls and on rare occasions, dhampyrs. You see, most undead don’t have brains. Either their brains rotted away, or simply don’t function, which is why illusion, hypnosis and other mental magics mostly don’t affect undeads. Their bodies function through their souls, acting as their brains.

The races that I mentioned on the other hand, aren’t quite like other undead. This is because vampires never really died. We are undead, but we never un-died, if that makes any sense. I don’t blame you if that’s confusing, because our bodies themselves don’t even understand it. In fact, our bodies can’t figure out if we’re dead or alive, hence why we get hungry even though undead don’t need food and why we can’t give birth. Well, not like I was ever planning on getting a kid.

Now to the Inconsistent Brain Rot part. You see, our brain is in a state of rotting constantly, but it never fully rots away. When a chunk of it goes away, a new chunk is made, but never to the extent of giving us a full brain. Because of this, vampires are more… eccentric and spontaneous than every other race, some more so than the rest.

*Cough, cough* Julian *Cough, cough*

I occasionally feel disassociated from reality, as if I aren’t the one walking, talking, eating or taking a dump. It’s like I’m out there with you guys, simply reading about the life of the Undine Vampire called Yokino. You guys are real, right? I’m not just insane, right? Right?

Huh? Wha- who am I talking to? Holy shit, I might actually be insane…

I sometimes just get suicidal, super duper happy, overly aggressive and reckless! I don’t know, it’s some weird something like that.

You never can tell what a vampire is going to do. Hell, vampires don’t even know how their moods will affect their plans, so most vampires just plan short-term.

Small note: To a vampire that could quite literally live till the end of time, short-term usually means at least a year or two.

Ah, yes! That’s right, I don’t know if it’s the same thing, but I think I can liken it to a bipolar disorder with a touch of psychosis!

I think that’s one of the reasons vampires aren’t allowed out of the Realm of Eternal Night. Not for their safety, but because we generally can’t co-exist with other races. We’d all be put into a mental asylum instantly… that is if there is anyone in this world strong enough to resist an army of vampires.

Huh… an army of vampires. Someone who has that could quite literally rule this current world… does that mean the queen of vampires… nope! Not worth thinking about it.

But if I became the queen of vampires… crap. I feel like by thinking this I’ve instantly put a target on my back. Forget I ever said this, your majesty. I’ll go back to being a lowly queen of spiders!

So yeah, do ignore me when I suddenly want to fuck the brains out of Akkun, then suddenly want to kill him the next moment. It’s just intrusive thoughts creeping out at random times. Stupid intrusive thoughts.

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Easily, my dears.

I simply make clones to deal with anything random. I simply force all those emotions into the clones in that instant, as a way to give them life. That way, I’ve made a bin for all my stress as well as a replacement for me in case someone is trying to hunt me down! Clones are the ultimate life savers.

Not only did they give me post nut-clarity, but they also served to attend social gatherings I had no interest in! If I had this ability back on Earth, life would have been so damned good.

Although, I was forced to learn the hard way that putting all my emotions into a single clone overloads the clone and forces the emotions back to me when that clone dies. It was an… exciting experience. I mean, I couldn’t deny that I was happy that I managed to do that, but… hmm, meh. It clearly made Akkun cautious around me. I didn’t like that, but I can’t forgive him either!

If what ‘she’ told me is true, I absolutely cannot forgive him! I’ll get my reve-aahh! I don’t want to hurt him though. Agh, this is fucking annoying.

Hm?

How did I deal with the new feelings of depression? I spread them out through a bunch of clones so even when the clones die, it’s not everything rushing back to me, but tiny bits I can easily deal with.

So yep, I have an entire storehouse of unconscious clones down in my cave. I made at least, 1000 clones. It looks like some freaky lab experiment, but trust me, it looks absolutely glorious.

Ah yes, my cave! My home away from home!

The perfect living conditions if you ignore the spiders and bees and centipedes and beetles and dirt and moss and lack of general electrical gadgets and no bed and no chair and no internet and… ok, it was below the reasonable standard of living for modern humans back on earth, ok?

I mean, sure, when I first came into this world, I almost died several times and I was forced to walk out in the sun a lot of times, but I managed to enslave some monsters. I brought those monsters back and defeated that wench I had for a mother (I guess I couldn’t escape that in a second life). I enslaved her as well. I evolved a lot. I enslaved all my new siblings and every monster that lived in that cave. Then I started gathering information from other races. I became a queen through hard fought battles!

My cave may not seem special to anyone else, but it was proof of my hardships in this world. All that suffering in order to remake life on earth. I could keep the cave cool, there was barely any light in there, I didn’t have to talk to others and for entertainment, I could scheme like some sort of evil mastermind as well as practice magic. I mean… magic! It was one hundred percent better than the internet! I understood perfectly why no one had even thought of making the internet in this world!

Oh… but I guess I sort of made my own internet. If we take the literal the definition of the internet being a web of information, that is. Heh! I am the greatest. My cave is the greatest.

My cave is paradise. My cave is… being intruded by some creep?

“Huh? Who the hell are you?”, furiously, I question the man walking out of my cave.

From his dark grey skin, to his silver hair and black horn, I easily surmise that he is a demon. However, what is a demon doing out here in Larm, especially in my cave?

He looks up at me, as if he only just sensed my presence. I mean, I am hiding it most of the time and escaping being identified by [Zeroth Wall].

His eyes widen the moment they set on me. He was terrified of my presence, most likely because I wasn’t able to control the aura I was radiating now. He raises his fists up to me and takes a stance, ready to engage in battle.

From that alone, I knew he was a close-combat specialist. The type I hated the most. However, I was a magician with the ability to fool anyone’s senses. If anything, I am his worst nightmare at the moment.

I looked past him and into the cave. A great number of my servants had been cut down by this fiend. My precious home was turned into a graveyard. Fortunately, he hasn’t found any of my clones or my ‘egg’.

The important things were safe. But I couldn’t help but feel angry about the… less important things.

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Larm had numerous ancient ruins and monuments left behind by races that were now extinct. These ruins had various origins with no real or credible sources detailing a concrete story. Some were simply normal buildings made of stone whereas some were storage houses for innumerable treasures people had tried to get their hands on.

Amongst these old infrastructures, was one named the Forbidden Dungeon. This Dungeon was supposedly made by a human who was an ally of the creator of the Larm Forest. Some say it was made by a god. Others say Larm himself made the dungeon at a whim. No one knew which of these was true, but everyone was still aware of the fact that they were not allowed to explore this place, hence the name: The Forbidden Dungeon.

In the lowest level of the Forbidden Dungeon, a beast laid on the ground, resting in front of a throne. This beast, ginormous in size was crunching down on something while surrounding itself in an aura. It appeared to be eating, but it was meditating. Focusing. Training. Developing its abilities in an intangible way that was unique to members of its race.

The beast had been down here for close to a month now without seeing or hearing from the outside even once.

The beast’s eyes snapped open when an intruder popped up from the darkness. This intruder, a human sized rat man in a cloak, approached the beast cautiously.

“Amethyst, it’s time.”

Upon hearing her name, the drake slowly stood up, terminating the intense training it had been performing non-stop. Quietly, the drake walked out of the room, emitting a refined yet dreadful aura.

Internally however, ‘Finally! Amassing power down here was getting tiring. It’s time to show the world how great I am as master’s greatest familiar!’, she was as giddy as a child about to show-off.