"..." Zhita’hna looks at , briefly confused, then stares at my milk again, and then back at my face. She soon flies from where she is straight to , stopping in front of while sniffing the air.
"Poison?" She tilts her head to the side, staring at the milk as if it really could be poisoned, which is almost an insult since it undoubtedly isn’t, and it’s quite tasty.
"No, you saw it co from my body. Why would it be poisoned? Besides, I am not a poisonous being." I really could have an ability to poison everything that leaves my body; it would be extrely useful for killing the wretched things that try to eat .
"..." She takes the bowl from my hand, holding it with a degree of care, and with that, I notice a weakness of hers. In that brief mont of her holding a bowl is when I have this realization.
’She can’t fly and hold things at the sa ti...which also ans...she can’t fly if one of her wings is damaged...’ She has a pretty big weakness there.
It might seem simple, but it isn’t, not for abyssal beings. It’s not so easy to have notable weaknesses. But she can’t hold things and fly because she needs to curve her wings forward to hold them, and thus can’t flap them to maintain flight.
"...What is this?" she asks after having sniffed the bowl for so ti. She seems to have evaluated and realized it has no poison.
"Milk." I am magnificently beautiful, and by standards from outside the Abyss, my body has nothing that makes it especially delicious. However, by Abyssal standards, I am still beautiful, but I have a literally tasty body because my body stores fat.
Especially my breasts, which are large and voluminous. And since everyone in the Abyss is a predator, they all sense the faint sll of fat, even though it shouldn’t be this easy.
And naturally, milk also has fat, and mine is quite caloric. So Zhita’hna is wary of the milk, but you can see in her gaze that she seems to want to drink it.
"...If you don’t trust it, give it back and I’ll drink it." I can’t just waste it. I am supplenting my als with my own milk, and every drop matters, since in the Abyss I have little food and I no longer have that spider girl to feed .
"It’s not that...I’ll try it..." She puts the bowl to her mouth and begins to drink slowly. And when she finishes, she licks the bottom of the bowl until it breaks because she is too strong.
"So, what did you think?" I ask, knowing she liked it. That single bowl of milk must be equivalent to several of her als—an excellent bargaining chip without a doubt.
"...Good."
"Yes, it’s very good. And you are very strong, so you can’t take my milk from without possibly killing . So, do you think a deal would be beneficial for both of us?" I ask arrogantly.
She doesn’t have hands, or webs, or anything like that. If she tries to milk my breasts, she’ll pierce with her claws. And if she tries to pin to the ground, her legs will deeply puncture my body, and wounds will only reduce the milk I produce.
"...Speak."
"Great. So, how about I give you milk every day? In return, you give the food you hunt and answer all my questions. Of course, I’ll continue cleaning your house too." I am trying to get so margin of advantage.
Eating corpses will allow to steal new traits from them. She’ll bring strong monsters I could never have killed before. That is, I can increase my level by eating the prey she hunts for while I adapt, since adaptation grants levels.
"Interesting...proposal..." She seems to think and realizes the sa thing I did: that fortunately, unlike that damned spider girl, this bird girl will have no way to restrain . She is too strong, so she would easily hurt if she tried to pin down and drain milk from . And that is good news that gives the advantage.
In other words, if she wants resources from , I myself need to take them out and deliver them to her. And when I think I’ve taken enough from her, I’ll disappear from here.
’I wonder how much she really knows about my mother’s servants...’ She seems to know more than she lets on. I say this because she avoids ntioning them, or when I asked about them, she was very vague without trying to take the more informative path.
"Do you produce a lot?" she asks, pulling from my thoughts.
"Several liters per day, every day, without any pause as long as I am well-fed." Because of the Devourer passive and my race, I can get much more energy from less food than most beings.
So even though beings in the Abyss are not very nutritious, they still give the energy needed for my body to produce milk.
"BUT, if I am poorly fed or injured, production will decrease." I don’t know if it stops. Normally in most beings, they stop producing milk, but my body isn’t common, and I’ve been producing milk for over 400 years, so maybe my body can’t stop.
"..." She seems to be thinking sothing, weighing the choices she has. For her, both killing and keeping alive are tempting. Killing would get her my flesh, and keeping alive would get her my milk.
"A philosophical question I’ve always had. If you answer it...satisfactorily...I accept your deal...If I don’t like your answer...I’ll kill you now." She says sothing truly dangerous.
"...A philosophical question, huh...I didn’t think monsters could have their own philosophy. Isn’t it just live or die in the Abyss?"
"...That doesn’t stop from having doubts...or am I not permitted to have doubts about my own existence and what surrounds it?" She says sothing quite rational for sothing that is a dangerous beast.
’...’ But she’s right. I have my doubts too. We have intellect and the right to question things.
"Ask away."
"Which ca first, the body or the soul? And based on that answer, what are we?" Her question is extrely complex. Normally the answer should be the soul, but that is wrong for monsters. Monsters receive their bodies first and then their souls when they evolve.
"What ca first is the body. And what are we based on that? Wild beasts, without hatred, just following the simple logic of killing if you feel hungry to eat, and fighting to survive. Nothing more and nothing less. We are not special beings for existing, because existence is not special."
"What would be special is what we do with that existence. And I know very well what I want to do, and what I will do with mine." I traced my future a long ti ago, and I am walking this path without deviating from it for anything.
"..." She falls silent for a second before staring fixedly into my eyes.
"I see...we have similar answers...I didn’t like your answer, but I think we have a deal now, because your answer is precisely what I always thought we are..."
"..." She is much more rational than I would expect from a monster. The savagery is notable, but the rationality at the sa ti is a strange mix to see, because I am also like that.
It’s like being...at ho. In the place where I should always have been from the start. The Abyss is the first place where I really fit perfectly, not as sothing special, but as just another being in this place.
"I’ll go out for a mont. Stay here and organize things. I’ll hunt for food." She leaves through the sa path we entered.
Not caring much about our conversation, I start doing what I have to do while, of course, making plans for the future. This bird girl will do everything not to lose as she realizes my usefulness and gets used to it.
So I’ll need an escape route when I’ve already gotten everything I want from here. Unfortunately, teleportation is not an option, and I still can’t use magic to its full potential.
’I should use the ti here to practice magic...’ I need to find a way to use Pure Mana without problems and without much cost while adapting this to my current spells. I also need to figure out so way to enter the sea of consciousness.
"What are those three doing in there that they aren’t doing their job..." I try to turn my hand into black sli, but it doesn’t work because the three Pandora’s aren’t doing what they’re supposed to.
And this part should be with the Monster Pandora. That is, if I can’t turn into black sli, it ans the Monster Pandora isn’t "active" in the sea of consciousness as she should be.
And the worst part is that I know sothing is wrong. It’s extrely obvious to that sothing inside has gone wrong, but I can’t do absolutely anything because I don’t know how to invade my own head, and I don’t know what the problem is.
’When the Yandere Pandora appears, she’ll pay dearly for this!’ I may not know the problem, but I’m almost certain the Yandere Pandora is the issue. She acted strange the last ti we t, and she was the one who expelled from the sea of consciousness.
And she is probably the only one with the ability to lock out of my own head. So she is hiding sothing terrible, and I can only count on the other two Pandora’s to deal with the Yandere Pandora.
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