Staring at the now dead pighead infront of me, I gathered up remaining my strength to get up and pull out the fang I used to stabbed on its head.
I felt the slimey mush of blood flow into my hands as I was pulling out the knife and soon, my hands were covered in crimson. I just killed a monster with Orange level threat. Part of me was delighted but part of me was also dismayed, I finally realized how weak I am. I was just a frog in the well, with the well being the County and the Academy. I never knew that there are monsters out there who are much more powerful than me, I thought I was the strongest because I always kept the number 1 spot in the Academy, but now it seems like I wasn't.
Monsters are ranked based on the color of a rainbow, with Red as the weakest and the Violet as the strongest. The pighead that I just fought, I estimated its strength to be about orange based on the textbooks that I read, so I cannot just be happy about taking a weak one down. I am just a frog in the well.
Holding the pighead's fang with a firm grip, I stared at its lifeless body for a second as I gulped down a saliva....I felt my stomach growling as I had not eaten once for today. I decided to have a bat for dinner but I no longer have any strength to hunt one and....this one, looked like a pig.
Eating a humanoid creature does not really suit well with me as it feels like I am just eating another human being but....is this even another human being? It is not even sentient, just a mindless beast. And if I think of this as just a pork...then maybe...
My hunger grew even more as I stared at that corpse, then putting my disgust aside, I decided to gaslight myself into thinking that I am just eating pork.
So I cut a piece of that monster's flesh with the sharp fang. I stabbed its belly as I cut a piece of its skin and caused for its blood to spill out.
'Woah damn, This fang sure is sharp. It managed to easily cut through its thick muscles'
I gulped as I soon then bit on the piece of flesh and....chewed on it. It was hard, it was raw. I had no fire to cook it, and I also had no idea how to make one...if only I had taken those survival class that my older brother had told me to take. Who could have even known that I will end up in a situation like this anyway? If I had known, I would have taken those class. But it's too late now. All I know is that they rub the dry sticks together but the process is unknown....
After chewing the piece of rubber I called the pighead's flesh, it finally softened on my saliva as I swallowed it. Feeling its hard texture slide down on my throat, I became thirsty as I walked towards the outside and....cupped a rainwater with my hand as I drank it.
Feeling the rainwater slide down my throat, I feel my thirst slowly going away as I headed back inside the cave as I felt the cold air entering me now, making me shiver.
"Right....dry wood, but it's raining. Genius."
I sighed as I laid down on my back, not finishing the other piece of pighead flesh as I felt full already from the rubber that I just ate. I stared at Geoffrey who is covered in blood, but then shook my head.
"Don't sacrifice Geoffrey, you bastard"
I sighed as I then cast my gaze around to find a stone, cause I remember stones also create a spark for flames....but as I was looking around, I finally remembered the club that the pighead had used. It was drywood.
The pighead who thought that I was unworthy of its strength, decided to put down its club...so it was just around in the cave somewhere here.
It didn't take me long to find it as I was filled with joy, with a silly smile...I grabbed the club and then, using the fang, I stabbed it continously until it was shattered and split into half.
"I really am a genius, The Prodigy title is still here"
I chuckled as I rubbed the sticks on a smooth rock surface in the cave, to create a smooth texture on the wooden stick. It didn't take me long to finish smoothing out the texture of the wood as I let out a satisfied huff and then rubbed the two sticks together.
While I was rubbing the sticks, I suddenly remembered something...about my easy life in the county, but now that I was stripped off everything, I was left with nothing. So now, I am starting with nothing. Hahahaha....
Thinking about that, I just...I felt something painful in me, and unbeknownst to me, I was already laughing.
"I am an Evil Spawn huh....Hahaha, how ridiculous. No matter how much they will brand me as one, I will never ever prove them right. Just you wait, this Evil Spawn will become the HERO of the prophecy."
For the first time after a few days, I finally got my mind out of the misery as a smoke started coming out of the sticks that I was rubbing, and I saw embers. I blew wind to it as I.....saw the fire being started.
The light of the fire was reflected unto my eyes as I felt the heat slowly comforting me out of the coldness that made me shiver.
Yes...I really will become The Hero to prove them wrong.
"Oh my, passionate...aren't we?"
Snapping me out of my fantasies, I was flustered as I heard a voice deep into the cave. Did they hear me? Hopefully not. It was an embarassing dialogue.
"Hahahaha, I was looking for you Cursed Child. I did not expect you to walk right into my doorsteps though~"
The voice deep within chuckled as I tensed up, I swiftly grabbed Geoffrey from the ground and took up a stance, to keep my guard up.
"Stay away or I will kill you"
I spat out with hostility in my voice, anyone who knows about me being Cursed must have also known about the bounty on my head, so I bet this person is also after the bounty.
"Woah woah, Chillax my guy. I am not here to catch you"
The voice sounded so carefree as his steps started to get closer and closer, I also felt tension rising up in me as I slowly backed away. Then it did not take for a moment for the guy to enter the range of the fire's light, and his figure was revealed.
The guy had a long black hair tied on a ponytail, his eyes were filled with crimson together with the uncanny robe that he wore. Is it an Eastern robe? And by his waist, I saw a black stick hanging.....I felt something eerie right on that stick.
"Quite the cutie we got here HAHAHAHA"
The guy laughed carefreely as the smile on his face...turned into a smirk, or is it a sneer? Regardless, by his expression alone, he looked like he is upto no good.
Then the more I stared at him, I soon then remembered something in the textbooks.
"Oh? Are we playing the silent game now?"
The man put his hand on his waist as he took up a carefree stance, like that of someone bored.
Carefree attitude, a mischievous smile, jet black long hair tied on a high ponytail, Crimson robes, a crimson eyes, and....A stick sword that gives someone an eerie vibes as though there is an evil witch hiding in there.
Without a doubt, this was the man I read about in Textbooks. The Man who is called a Rebel by the Heavens. Yao Li Sheng, The first [ Cursed ].