Darah bercampur di salju, dan banyak yang mati untuk orang-orang yang percaya tanpa memandang ras, terlihat sangat fantastis. Kenapa aku merasa ini adalah ilusi? Padahal ini adalah kenyataan yang ada di depan mata. “Matikan raja palsu!” “Imperium hilang!! Tanah Utara adalah milik kami, rakyat Tanah Utara!!” “Ini adalah cinta dari dewa kaisar!!” Suara teriakan yang menggema, kehangatan darah yang licin, dan beratnya armor. Dan beratnya pedang yang mengakhiri nyawa juga sangat nyata. “Untuk kaisar!!” “Hancurkan para pengkhianat!!” “Pasukan pemberontak ini!!” Bergantian, mengayunkan pedang, melepaskan sihir, memenggal musuh. Tak terhitung berapa kali aku merasakan sensasi merampas nyawa, sudah tidak ada rasa lagi yang mirip kebosanan saat maju. Kepadatan musuh semakin meningkat seiring kemajuan, dan semakin banyak petarung terampil yang muncul, sementara rekan-rekan yang mengelilingi kami jatuh satu per satu. “Tuanku! Ini keterlaluan!!” “Kita bisa! Ini saja!!” Di tengah suara khawatir dari wanita berarmor yang melindungi punggungku, aku menjawab dengan mengayunkan pedang dan memenggal musuh yang mengenakan armor mewah. Suasana ini pasti komandan seratus musuh, aku berhasil memenggal kepala yang cukup penting. Namun, tidak ada waktu untuk berhenti dan memastikan. Jika ada yang ingin mengambil kepala, silakan saja. Yang paling penting sekarang adalah kepala jenderal musuh. Jika aku bisa mendapatkannya, kepala kepala seratus atau seribu tidak ada artinya. Setelah melewati barisan musuh yang sangat padat, akhirnya hanya ada wanita berarmor yang aku percayai di sekitarku. Semua yang lain telah jatuh atau terjebak dalam gelombang musuh dan tidak bisa maju. Tak masalah. Musuh yang tersisa hanya jenderal besar dan pengawalnya. “Brengsek, kamu juga rakyat Tanah Utara!! Kenapa kamu mengarahkan pedang kepada kami!! Apakah kamu membelakangi darah!!” Seorang pria paruh baya dengan janggut lebat mengayunkan pedangnya dengan perasaan akrab sekaligus benci yang kuat. Armor yang didominasi warna biru dan perak yang megah, dan bendera pasukan yang berkibar di belakangnya menunjukkan siapa dia. Ah, perasaan itu tidak penting. Yang penting adalah kepala, jika aku bisa memenggal kepala itu, pemberontakan ini akan berakhir dan damai akan kembali ke Tanah Utara. Toh, politik orang utara yang berkumpul tidak akan berjalan dengan baik. Lebih baik menggulingkan raja palsu dan mengangkat raja yang sah agar masa depan lebih baik bagi utara. “Tanah ini milik kami…” “Tak ada perdebatan!!” ‘Protokol Dawn Break akan dilaksanakan berdasarkan penerapan kasus 205. Pemrosesan realitas virtual dihentikan. Program pemrosesan memori selesai. Memulai restart fungsi ego.’ Suara yang tidak bersuara, pengumuman yang tidak cocok dengan pemandangan salju ini menggema dan dunia sepenuhnya terhenti. Raja palsu yang…

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?…