Chapter 4: The Two-Year-Old Female Half-Blood Ghoul in the Forest On the first day in the forest, I wasn’t very hungry, probably because I had already eaten my fill during the previous frenzy. But I suppose it’s only natural during the growth stage; after taking a nap in a random tree pit at night, I woke up the next morning with my stomach growling. First things first, I needed to find something to eat, while also checking my current physical abilities. Even though I was still just a two-year-old, being a ghoul meant I had certain advantages. Just like two-year-old wolves should be able to hunt on their own, I figured if I put in a bit more effort, I could manage to catch something as a two-year-old ghoul. With that thought in mind, I fixed my eyes on a family of wild rabbits in a nearby hole. Although they were wild rabbits, they were about the same size as my two-year-old self, with blood-red eyes, snowy white fur, and splinter-like horns on their heads, resembling my own current appearance. When I had previously used a puddle to observe myself, I discovered that my hair was also silvery-white, my eyes a bright crimson, and I had a short, blunt horn on my forehead. Once my bangs grew long enough to cover my forehead, I should look no different from an ordinary human. As long as I stayed quiet about it, no one would realize I was the same species as those ugly, clumsy ghouls. After all, being a hybrid, I looked more like those white wild rabbits over there; even my horn was similar to that of their young. Indeed, I was eyeing the young rabbits of that family. The horns on the older rabbits looked terrifying, sharp like blades, and were about my size. If it came down to a fight, I was sure I’d be knocked out by one of their iron heads. But it seemed like there were two baby rabbits in the wild rabbit’s nest, and they were my hunting targets. Once the mother rabbit left, I could sneak into their burrow and take down the little ones. I silently planned this out. Even if I could only eat them raw, it was still better than eating other ghouls. Don’t blame me; I was just trying to survive after all; it had already been a day…

Chapter 3: Self-Identification “Logic: Infection of the White Spider Larva has activated, Frenzy: Curse of the Black Goat Calf has been temporarily lifted.” A voice as devoid of emotion as machinery echoed in my mind, the pain melting away like ice in fire as I regained my sanity, standing in a snow-covered field surrounded by the forest. The pure white snow was stained red with blood, and ghoul corpses were scattered around. My hand, claw-like and iron-hooked, slowly returned to chubby little hands of around two or three years old, and the pale skin began to take on a rosy hue. I tried to take a step forward, and lo and behold, I could walk! How long had I been stuck in that monster’s womb? Why was I born looking like a two or three-year-old child who could walk, and what was up with this body? What did the armored man mean by “half-blood”? Am I a monster or a human? Moreover, I confirmed that my current body lacks a little something: I had definitely become “female”! What a series of unfortunate events. But I remembered that mechanical voice mentioned I could self-identify. If that’s the case, I might be able to figure out what’s going on. Thinking that, I hesitantly looked at my bloodstained hands. My stomach wasn’t hungry anymore; maybe I did something outrageous when I went berserk, like eating those ghouls. Ugh, that’s so gross—better not think about it for mental health’s sake. Anyway, I needed to concentrate and self-identify! So, like a fool, I raised my hands as if preparing to transform and shouted, “Self-Identification!” “Caw caw…” Nearby crows were startled by me, flapping their wings as they flew away from the ghoul corpses, landing on a tree to stare at me with strange eyes. Nothing else happened. Seriously? Now even the birds think I’ve gone mad! I squatted down awkwardly, hugging my head. Boohoo, even the crows feel sorry for me. Just as I was thinking that, bizarre information flooded into my mind. This self-identification seemed to actually be useful; at least, I wasn’t embarrassed for nothing. I quickly browsed through the information while in a squatting position with my head hugged. ————————————————————— Race: Ghoul Half-Blood Status: Frenzy – Curse of the Black Goat Calf, Logic – Infection of the White Spider Larva Skills: Great Demon Tribe Language, Self-Identification Other: Ghoul Eater ————————————————————— That’s it?…

Chapter 2: Shabu Nicholas’s Gift Festival So, I’ve definitely died, huh? Is this warm ocean the world after death? I’m floating in a ridiculously large red water mass—it feels so surreal. After a few days, I carefully examined my tiny hands and the body still connected to the umbilical cord. I finally confirmed that I must be an unborn baby. But why am I in such a vast pool of blood? Is this some new artificial human science? So boring! These days, I’ve learned freestyle and breaststroke. By the way, how does butterfly stroke work again? Back when I didn’t know how to swim, I could barely float with breaststroke, but now I can swim three and a half laps around the pool. At this rate, am I going to be the first baby born already mastering all swimming strokes? So boring! I feel like I’ve mastered both butterfly and backstroke—why did I ever think water was terrifying? I’m so good now that I’m even trying to improve the dog paddle! Someone pull me out of this experimental tank! So boring! Lately, I’ve started checking out my neighbor in the other water tank. After exploring the edge of my tank, I found there’s another tank of a similar size next to mine, and inside it is a tall brother. What a sci-fi setup! Is medical technology in my country already this advanced? So boring… wait, crisis! I’m under attack by that big brother next door! I always thought he looked suspicious, but today he actually tore down the membrane between us and bit my neck with an eating frenzy. Ahhh, I’m gonna die! Just as I thought that, a sharp pain hit me, and then a strange voice echoed in my mind. “Authority injection, infected by the white spider larva’s protector.” “Infection complete, logic: infection of the white spider larva established.” “Curse suppressed. Due to logical interference, chaos: the curse of the black sheep cub encountered an error during loading.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” By the time I regained my senses, the mechanical voice has echoed in my ears how many times, and half my body had already been bitten off by that brother next door. That fierce-looking dude let go of me, looking satisfied, and returned to his tank. But I’m still alive! And thanks…

Chapter 1: Silya Forest The Silya Forest is a towering woodland resembling a fortress, separating the desolate, icebound Ice Continent from the vibrant, four-seasons Gaobo Continent. The forest stretches endlessly, starting from the Arcs Mountain Range in the west and reaching the Bonnie Coast in the east. It divides the continent into two, acting as a barrier for Gaobo, blocking the cold winds and miasma from the evil undead of the Ice Continent. This has allowed Gaobo to thrive for thousands of years, creating conditions for the civilizations of various races like the Common People Tribe, Beastman Tribe, Dwarf Tribe, and Elf Tribe. But where there is light, there is shadow—nothing is an exception. According to the ancient histories of Gaobo’s historic nations, the Silya Forest was constructed by the Great Demon Tribe and the once-flourishing Fairy Tribe after the decline of the undead civilization in the Ice Realm. They built this defensive forest to repel the endless invasions of evil undead. However, after centuries of harassment, their achievements have long been stolen by other races. The Great Demon Tribe, once revered as mountain gods by the ancestors of the Common People Tribe, has descended to become mere mercenaries and hunters at the borders of Silya Forest. The once-mighty Capital of the Fairies, now reduced to ruins, stands as a testament to their lost civilization—fairies becoming wanderers bereft of their homeland. The guardians of the Silya Forest, the border warriors of fairies and Great Demons, over countless years became infected by the miasma from the north. A small number interbred with the undead, forming a new race known as the Demon Race, while most, due to prolonged exposure to the miasma, mutated into ghastly ghouls—powerful yet insane creatures. Their descendants have lost their last shards of reason, devolving into beast-like ghouls—the very creatures that now roam the entirety of Silya Forest. As the days and nights passed, the undead from the Ice Continent faded from memory, and the ghouls of Silya Forest emerged as the new threat. In the cold-stricken Silya Forest dwell low-intelligent yet frost-resistant monstrosities known as ghouls. People know very little about their ecology, only that every few years, a unique individual called the Ghoul Matron is born among the tall and heavy carrion-eaters. The Ghoul Matron is much larger than regular ghouls and continually births ghouls as long as it lives, resulting in a massive surge…

Chapter 7: Growth and the First Encounter with Humans It’s been half a year. In this time, I’ve slain thirteen fire-breathing gray bears and countless rabbits. The crystal I obtained from the seventh gray bear finally freed me from the barbaric life of feasting on raw flesh. By channeling magic into that stone, I could create flames! However, my magic power was still too low, so I couldn’t even use it to stay warm. At first, even cooking a single meal would deplete all my magic energy. But after acquiring the ability to start a fire, Mr. Self-Identification suddenly shined brightly, revealing a ton of information! Most importantly, I learned I could now see my own magic power through self-identification. Sure enough, igniting flames with crystals is a form of magic—just as expected in this otherworldly land. In the beginning, my magic power in normal form was only 2 points, while in ghoul form it shot up to 53 points. To maintain a flame suitable for roasting meat for five minutes, I’d need to consume 1 point of magic power. But controlling the flame was a challenge in ghoul form, and if I went overboard, I’d zap all my magic energy! Plus, if my magic power hit zero in that form, I would lose consciousness and faint. So, starting a fire in ghoul form was immediately ruled out. When in my normal state, I had already become proficient with fire! Plus, if I ran out of magic while in that form, I only felt slightly fatigued—not fainting unconscious. Moreover, if I first shifted into a frenzy state and then switched back to normal human form after a bit, there was roughly a one-in-three chance that my magic power would be replenished (this probability was something I figured out after ten days of research while trying to control the flames to cook). I happily practiced transforming while recovering my magic power, and after a month, I became quite skilled in roasting meat. Indeed, the need to improve one’s quality of life is the source of human progress. After countless times of depleting my magic in normal state, I felt my magic essence subtly increasing each time I recovered. Eventually, I could light a fire to keep warm at night. Over a year later, I learned from Dante and Yulia at Poseidon Fortress that the increase in magic power was due to…

Chapter 6: How to Start a Fire It’s been nearly a hundred days, and throughout this time, I’ve been trying to figure out how that giant bear breathes fire. During my sixth bear chase, I didn’t manage to grasp the secret of the flames, and now here I am, decked out in a massive, warm bear fur cloak, facing off against the seventh giant bear—of course, in a frenzied, ghoul state. This gray bear should be a firepower-enhanced type; its claw swipes are easier to dodge than the first six, but its fiery breath is almost non-stop. Hmm, what great experiment material! I’m studying its breathing pattern, certain that it has some kind of fire mechanism in its body. This time, with my now sharper senses, I must uncover how the giant bear breathes fire. The fiery spray from the gray bear is exceptionally fierce. The heat must originate from somewhere inside it—not from the throat; I confirmed that during our last confrontation. So, is the flame generated by its heart? I hide in the gap between its paw and the flames, getting closer to the giant bear and preparing to deliver a solid blow. However, the flames don’t go out; they only weaken a bit. Crap, it’s so hot, I got burned! So, the heart should only provide the burning energy. Then the real ignition source must be here! I plunge my hand into its body, pulling out a chunk of stone that looks like solidified lava from above the heart. It’s so hot! The flames vanish in an instant, but my hand turns red from the “steaming” heat—so hot! I quickly fling the rock on the ground, but the searing pain in my hand becomes the last straw that breaks my sanity, and I once again lose all sense and lunge at the giant bear, ready to tear it apart. Though I’ve lost my rationality, I’ve more or less gotten used to this feeling of my body being controlled by frenzy. Watching my ghoul self fight the giant bear feels like I’m watching a movie while trying to regain control of my body. Just as my frenzied body prepared to strike the bear’s left foot, I once again seized control. Ah, this pain and urge to kill are such a hassle! After regaining control, I freeze up, and the giant bear slaps me away, sending me crashing to…

Chapter 5: Wilderness Survival Those giant bears are definitely targeting me. This marks the fifth time in two months that I’ve landed in this dreadful bear-hunting situation. Let’s just get it over with; I’m tired of running away. I threw caution to the wind, ready to confront the beast. Time to show you that even a “normal” person can make some progress before losing control! I dodged the first two swipes from the grizzly bear and, in the fleeting moment before its roar, leapt high, aiming for its eye with my bone tip. A short, pitiful whimper replaced the mighty roar, and once again I was swatted to the ground like a pesky fly. Is this the end? I assessed my injuries, thinking I’d soon be slipping into madness again. I need to keep my wits about me; I have to claim that bear hide! My skin began to take on a pale blue hue, as if all my lifeblood were pooling in my eyes. My already reddish pupils now burned crimson, the whites stained a sinister shade of red, and two deep crimson lines, like dripping tears, carved down my face. My fingernails elongated and sharpened as I rose slowly to my feet, unleashing a terrifying sneer at the grizzly, reminiscent of a silver-haired demon under the silvery moonlight. I did it! I finally stayed aware amidst this intense pain. “Hahaha…” But it hurts so much! The pain shows no sign of abating. Let’s just wrap this up quickly; who knows when I’ll lose consciousness again. Easily slipping away from the bear’s claws, I slashed a gaping hole in its belly. The bear let out a cry of agony, unleashing flames more ferocious than any I had experienced before in its roar. My attack was effective! First task: tear off a complete piece of its hide. I deftly dodged the bear’s fiery wrath, leaping onto its back, swinging the Ghoul’s Bone with all my might against its massive skull, interrupting its breath. As it staggered in pain, I swiftly turned to its flank, cutting away a large, intact section of skin, and with a sinister smirk, tossed the bloody trophy aside. Just a little longer—I still need to figure out how the fire works… I thought, my consciousness slowly blurring. Am I at my limit? My mind was once again dragged into the deep waters of pain and bloodlust,…

Chapter 4: The Two-Year-Old Female Half-Blood Ghoul in the Forest On the first day in the forest, I wasn’t very hungry, probably because I had already eaten my fill during the previous frenzy. But I suppose it’s only natural during the growth stage; after taking a nap in a random tree pit at night, I woke up the next morning with my stomach growling. First things first, I needed to find something to eat, while also checking my current physical abilities. Even though I was still just a two-year-old, being a ghoul meant I had certain advantages. Just like two-year-old wolves should be able to hunt on their own, I figured if I put in a bit more effort, I could manage to catch something as a two-year-old ghoul. With that thought in mind, I fixed my eyes on a family of wild rabbits in a nearby hole. Although they were wild rabbits, they were about the same size as my two-year-old self, with blood-red eyes, snowy white fur, and splinter-like horns on their heads, resembling my own current appearance. When I had previously used a puddle to observe myself, I discovered that my hair was also silvery-white, my eyes a bright crimson, and I had a short, blunt horn on my forehead. Once my bangs grew long enough to cover my forehead, I should look no different from an ordinary human. As long as I stayed quiet about it, no one would realize I was the same species as those ugly, clumsy ghouls. After all, being a hybrid, I looked more like those white wild rabbits over there; even my horn was similar to that of their young. Indeed, I was eyeing the young rabbits of that family. The horns on the older rabbits looked terrifying, sharp like blades, and were about my size. If it came down to a fight, I was sure I’d be knocked out by one of their iron heads. But it seemed like there were two baby rabbits in the wild rabbit’s nest, and they were my hunting targets. Once the mother rabbit left, I could sneak into their burrow and take down the little ones. I silently planned this out. Even if I could only eat them raw, it was still better than eating other ghouls. Don’t blame me; I was just trying to survive after all; it had already been a day…

Chapter 3: Self-Identification “Logic: Infection of the White Spider Larva has activated, Frenzy: Curse of the Black Goat Calf has been temporarily lifted.” A voice as devoid of emotion as machinery echoed in my mind, the pain melting away like ice in fire as I regained my sanity, standing in a snow-covered field surrounded by the forest. The pure white snow was stained red with blood, and ghoul corpses were scattered around. My hand, claw-like and iron-hooked, slowly returned to chubby little hands of around two or three years old, and the pale skin began to take on a rosy hue. I tried to take a step forward, and lo and behold, I could walk! How long had I been stuck in that monster’s womb? Why was I born looking like a two or three-year-old child who could walk, and what was up with this body? What did the armored man mean by “half-blood”? Am I a monster or a human? Moreover, I confirmed that my current body lacks a little something: I had definitely become “female”! What a series of unfortunate events. But I remembered that mechanical voice mentioned I could self-identify. If that’s the case, I might be able to figure out what’s going on. Thinking that, I hesitantly looked at my bloodstained hands. My stomach wasn’t hungry anymore; maybe I did something outrageous when I went berserk, like eating those ghouls. Ugh, that’s so gross—better not think about it for mental health’s sake. Anyway, I needed to concentrate and self-identify! So, like a fool, I raised my hands as if preparing to transform and shouted, “Self-Identification!” “Caw caw…” Nearby crows were startled by me, flapping their wings as they flew away from the ghoul corpses, landing on a tree to stare at me with strange eyes. Nothing else happened. Seriously? Now even the birds think I’ve gone mad! I squatted down awkwardly, hugging my head. Boohoo, even the crows feel sorry for me. Just as I was thinking that, bizarre information flooded into my mind. This self-identification seemed to actually be useful; at least, I wasn’t embarrassed for nothing. I quickly browsed through the information while in a squatting position with my head hugged. ————————————————————— Race: Ghoul Half-Blood Status: Frenzy – Curse of the Black Goat Calf, Logic – Infection of the White Spider Larva Skills: Great Demon Tribe Language, Self-Identification Other: Ghoul Eater ————————————————————— That’s it?…

Chapter 2: Shabu Nicholas’s Gift Festival So, I’ve definitely died, huh? Is this warm ocean the world after death? I’m floating in a ridiculously large red water mass—it feels so surreal. After a few days, I carefully examined my tiny hands and the body still connected to the umbilical cord. I finally confirmed that I must be an unborn baby. But why am I in such a vast pool of blood? Is this some new artificial human science? So boring! These days, I’ve learned freestyle and breaststroke. By the way, how does butterfly stroke work again? Back when I didn’t know how to swim, I could barely float with breaststroke, but now I can swim three and a half laps around the pool. At this rate, am I going to be the first baby born already mastering all swimming strokes? So boring! I feel like I’ve mastered both butterfly and backstroke—why did I ever think water was terrifying? I’m so good now that I’m even trying to improve the dog paddle! Someone pull me out of this experimental tank! So boring! Lately, I’ve started checking out my neighbor in the other water tank. After exploring the edge of my tank, I found there’s another tank of a similar size next to mine, and inside it is a tall brother. What a sci-fi setup! Is medical technology in my country already this advanced? So boring… wait, crisis! I’m under attack by that big brother next door! I always thought he looked suspicious, but today he actually tore down the membrane between us and bit my neck with an eating frenzy. Ahhh, I’m gonna die! Just as I thought that, a sharp pain hit me, and then a strange voice echoed in my mind. “Authority injection, infected by the white spider larva’s protector.” “Infection complete, logic: infection of the white spider larva established.” “Curse suppressed. Due to logical interference, chaos: the curse of the black sheep cub encountered an error during loading.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” “Error elimination, failure.” By the time I regained my senses, the mechanical voice has echoed in my ears how many times, and half my body had already been bitten off by that brother next door. That fierce-looking dude let go of me, looking satisfied, and returned to his tank. But I’m still alive! And thanks…