NNOOOO!!!
With a mournful cry, Naib horrifiedly stared toward the standing yet lifeless body of her wife in the distance. On her neck, a rusty sickle was embedded deep within her flesh — causing the pinkish muscles and the white bones to be faintly exposed outside — making blood flow freely toward her dress, dyeing it crimson in the process.
However, the most outrageous thing was that, despite her wife already being dead, the people around her still continuously hurled curses toward her while having a smile on their faces as if the person they had just killed wasn't human at all.
"Mom! Dad!"
While indignation and despair boiled deep within Naib's mind, the familiar voice of her daughter suddenly echoed within his ears.
Following the origin of the sound, Naib's eyes instantly turned red.
There, meters away from the corpse of his wife, his daughter was being dragged away by a boorish man by her hair, dragging her toward the nearest household in sight... As for why, the depraved smile in the man's eyes already spoke volumes about his plan.
"You b*tch! Let go of my daughter!!"
Killing the person beneath him, Naib releases a deafening shout toward the man before madly rushing toward his direction, intending to rip the man's body apart upon daring to lay his filthy hand on his daughter.
Slash!
Unfortunately, before he can reach the direction of the man, a cold gleam of silver light flashes by in the corner of his eyes, followed by the spurting of crimson red that momentarily suspended midair.
Gurgle~
Confused about the sudden event that unfolded, Naib directly fell toward the ground. His strength hastily left his body as incomparable coldness descended upon his physique, making his complexion turn pale in an instant.
Even though his thoughts were slowing down, Naib knew that someone had sneaked an attack on him, and it landed a fatal blow to his being. Without a surprise, he would surely die in a few seconds or minutes.
However, despite that — despite knowing that he would die — his eyes still trailed toward the direction of his daughter, who was crying out loud upon seeing him. She kept uttering a word that he couldn't hear nor process.
"Why... Why do you all have to do this!?
"Why do you all keep taking everyone I treasured!
"I never did a misdeed in this lifetime, yet WHY!?'
Despite only a gurgling sound escaping his throat, Naib's eyes were filled with endless hatred, sending chills to the villagers who were staring at him at the moment.
Unfortunately, after a second had passed by, they resumed celebrating. Clearly, this is not the first time they have encountered a person who stared at them with boundless hatred.
"I see. Hahaha, so human were like this... Since the ones I treasured were all dead, there's no reason for humans to survive!
"Listen to my call... If there's still a next life, I vow upon thy name and soul that I will annihilate you all!'
With a vow filled with anguish and suffering, the light within Naib's eyes finally became dull. The heaving of his chest halted while the flowing of his blood continued, dyeing the dirt beneath him with rusty red.
In the village filled with a festive atmosphere, the two corpses and the agonizing cry of a child stand out.
***
Soon, time passed by, the moon and sun rotated unseen, and one by one, the days had become months.
In an abandoned warehouse, where dust and webs covered every corner of the place, where ancient items that were forgotten by time lay upon the untrimmed ground, slowly being corroded by time, a cloth doll with a height of 1 foot could be seen sitting on a rocking chair.
Its eyes were hollow, revealing the yellowish cotton beyond that filled its being, and for its mouth, it was simply a line of crudely stitched black thread that was portraying an innocent smile on its face.
In a place filled with desolation, its existence was horrifyingly bizarre!
Moreover, the strangest thing was that, despite how enclosed the space was and having no wind around, the rocking chair began going back and forth at a slow pace, as if someone was moving it.
Ding!
[ +1 Terror Point after successfully logging in for today.
Current Terror Points: 60 ]
"Kekeke~ I finally obtained 60 Terror points; I can finally learn that skill. With that, I can start exacting my revenge!!'
Seeing the notification that appeared within his consciousness, Naib releases a horrifying laugh. His lip, which was purely made of a single black thread, further curled upward as he hurriedly opened his character panel.
While doing so, memories from the past couple of months replayed within his mind.
It could be said that, after his death, when his consciousness and soul were about to fade, a faint dark light suddenly appeared within his mind. There, the sound of a monotonous voice echoed deep within, asking him if he wanted to bind the system in exchange for his identity as a human; however, to compensate him, he would be given a second life, allowing him to have his revenge.
Filled with hatred against humanity, Naib accepted without a second thought.
However, who would have expected that after regaining his senses, Naib would find himself in the body of a cloth doll! What's worse is that he couldn't even move, making him despair in these past few months.
Fortunately, the system he awakened contained a couple of skills that allowed him to fix his current problem. The only annoying thing was that he needed to purchase them in order for him to learn the specific skills; hence, he could rely on the 1 terror point that he could gain by signing daily.
"After two months of waiting, I can finally buy you!"
Ding!
[ Name: Naib
Species: Vengeful Spirit
Innate Skill: (Unawakened)
___ Attributes ___
Health: 10/10
Mana: 10/10
Strength: 0.1
Speed: 0.1
Spiritual Power: 2
Soul Power: 5 ]
[ Tree Talent! ] [ Store (Locked) ] [ Inbox ] [ Inventory ]
...
Looking at his pathetic stats, Naib set his sights on the tree talent below.
With a mental command from him, the panel in front of him suddenly twisted. The text vanished in an instant and was replaced by a plethora of skills that dazzled, even his imaginary eyes.