Chapter 98 Ghoul
【This ability is truly terrifying…】
Looking at the large blue bag that had emerged from her shadow, which had spread across the floor, Kazumi exclaimed at the terrifying power of Uncle Fukada’s ability. Just being able to travel through shadows was enough to make one the most fearsome assassin in the world, and from what the young girl knew of Uncle Fukada, his abilities were not limited to this extent.
【Is this what “Executives” are like? Then how strong are the true leaders and those heroes who forced them to operate in the shadows?】
The display of ability by Akihiko Fukada ignited a fire within Kazumi’s heart. If she could develop her own golden finger, she was confident that her [Black Coffin] would be no weaker than any powerful hero’s ability.
She jumped off the bed and walked to the window, pulling the perfectly drawn curtains completely shut, not allowing a single trace of the room’s contents to be revealed outside. Although the possibility was slim, Kazumi would absolutely not let slip any opportunity to expose herself. After completing all of this, Kazumi walked to the center of the room and bent down to examine the large blue bag lying in the middle of the room.
Akihiko Fukada seemed to be busy with something, so he didn’t come over himself this time, only leaving a small note on the blue bag. The general content of the note was some words of care for Kazumi, followed by a description of his recent situation, implying that Kazumi shouldn’t worry too much about him and that he would come back to see her when he had time. Lastly, he rambled on, telling her to take care of her health, not to drink too much coffee, to study hard, and not to stay out overnight with male classmates, and so on.
Looking at the small piece of paper in her hand, with its neat handwriting but unusually lengthy message, Kazumi stood in place, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. This nagging, old fatherly style truly made it impossible for her to dislike him; instead, she could feel the deep care of this taciturn uncle for her.
“I know, I won’t be stupid enough to stay out overnight!” She raised her hand, summoned Black Coffin, and threw the note inside. For something that bore Akihiko Fukada’s personal handwriting, Kazumi needed to handle it carefully, and storing it in Black Coffin was probably the best method. She just didn’t know how long the paper could withstand the corrosion of death energy.
“Alright, now let’s see what gift my Uncle Fukada has prepared for me~” She reached out and patted the giant coffin beside her, which was taller than her. Kazumi squatted down, intending to open the blue bag containing the corpse. Perhaps it was due to her ability, but Kazumi felt an unusually different mood now, a mix of excitement and anticipation, as if she were doing something very special. Her previously settled heart began to beat wildly. Besides this, the only thing that could cause Kazumi emotional fluctuations was when she was with Shinichi Sato.
She reached out and opened the zipper at the top of the body bag. What Akihiko Fukada had prepared for Kazumi appeared completely before the young girl’s eyes. Lying in the bag was a female corpse, about 1.6 meters tall, around twenty years old. She looked very young, and even with her eyes closed, her beautiful, youthful face could be seen. Her pale skin emitted a strong smell of formalin, but the decay unique to death emanating from the body seeped into Kazumi’s nostrils bit by bit. The alluring scent made Kazumi involuntarily take a few more deep breaths, as if this was her own scent.
“He must have done this to take care of me,” Kazumi imagined a corpse filled with foul odor and decay, but the one before her was more like a specimen. It was probably material stored in one of their laboratories for experiments. In an instant, Kazumi guessed the origin of the corpse. A corpse this intact was much cleaner than the ones she planned to dig up from the graveyard.
“But for now, the completeness of the corpse isn’t that important.” Kazumi shook her head. According to the game’s content, the state of the corpse was still very important. The more powerful the undead, the more demanding their requirements for the corpse. A dilapidated, decaying corpse like the one she mentioned earlier could probably only be made into undead like skeleton soldiers and zombies. For powerful undead like the Banshee, which required the corpse of an 18-year-old virgin, or the Flesh Golem, which required the fusion of several strong bodies, or the Death Knight, which required a person with a special constitution to be sacrificed alive through a ritual, their requirements were not just about the corpse material. Of course, their strength would absolutely justify such elaborate preparations.
Shaking her head, Kazumi cast aside those unrealistic fantasies. She struggled to lift the corpse of the young lady, which was much taller than her, and threw it into the Black Coffin that had been waiting nearby. It was as if a starved vicious dog had entered. After the corpse, along with the body bag, entered the Black Coffin, the normally thick coffin closed directly, as if to properly digest the hard-won food. The faint black energy that had been entwining Kazumi all flowed towards the black coffin. As the owner, Kazumi could clearly perceive the frantically surging pale black gas inside the Black Coffin. It was like terrifying worms, constantly entwining the corpse, drawing out wisps of pale green gas from within to merge into itself. The body of the black energy itself also seemed to grow stronger, gaining new strength and constantly gnawing at the surrounding void.
At this moment, Kazumi had a strange feeling, as if the black coffin generated by her ability was expressing pleasure to her? It was like a puppy affectionately rubbing against its owner’s leg after receiving a bone. Although it was strange to describe a coffin like this, Kazumi truly felt the emotion released towards her by this cold coffin.
With a cracking sound from the void, the seemingly empty space expanded imperceptibly by a small circle, and that somewhat unfamiliar, cold mechanical voice sounded again in Kazumi’s ears.
“Achievement: First Corpse Completed, Reward: Random Unit.”
“Received Unit: Ghoul x2.”
