Do you want to know what I actually did during the day ?
*The crowd: Yes!*
Alright.
You see, I told you I had a job. I'd usually go to the farm of Lingo's uncle, Miki.
Miki was in his fifties I think. Very energetic for his age, and still strong. Before I came, he could singlehandedly do my job. He was very funny too... When I understood his jokes, of course. Not being fluent is a curse.
I remember my first day. We walked fifteen minutes on foot to get there. We saw him and his daughter, Mina working with machetes, cutting grass.
He'd give me tips on how to grow plants faster, how to properly feed animals and all. Until now, he's still one of the one of the people I respect the most. I don't even know if he still breathes now.
Ahem...I'd come, work, and his daughter would give me some water and try to talk with me. She was actually the friendliest person I knew in the village. And it was pretty difficult to be more friendly than Lingo.
When I got cramps, she'd massage me— I don't know if it was genuine care or a capitalist strategy to make me continue working, but I kinda liked it.
She'd motivate me too by screaming my name when I was tired. What a supportive person.
I also used to go fishing with a guy called Mba. That guy wasn't very talkative, so I don't know much about him. Just that he was very stoic and patient. It was the qualities of a fisherman, I guess.
I remember one day, we were waiting for a fish and it was just the both of us looking at our surroundings, since we had nothing to say to eachother. And suddenly, something bit the bait of his fishing rod— which was only a simple bamboo stick with a string on it—he immediately started pulling but it was too difficult, so he screamed " Help me ! " and we both started pulling. To our great surprise, it was a crocodile ahahaha! If you saw at which speed we ran, we could have won the olympics if we were in competition !
*member of the crowd: What is the olympics? *
Nah, too difficult to explain. You wouldn't get it anyway.
I wanted to say that I also went hunting but I was too afraid after the first incident.
He understood that Void + Forest = something horrible happening, always.
Outside of that, nothing special: Swimming at the lake, playing a few collective games with some friends I made— oh, it reminds me, I introduced them to a sport called football. I wonder if it spread out. It was the most played sport back in my world.— I'd also help women cook.
Now let's go to the real thing.
One night, after my normal day and P.R.P.S., I hope you didn't forget the meaning , I was in deep sleep. I remember dreaming of Caryn cooking crepes. Yeah, I liked her crepes. And I started seeing her scream. It was strange, very strange. Then I woke up frightened.
It's blood time.
But the screams didn't stop. They were louder and louder. I can still clearly hear them in my head right now. All the " Please, don't! ", " Stop it, please ! ", " I'm begging you! " and the kids screaming in agony. I hesitated on stepping out. I knew death was at my door, roaming between the houses, touching everything, reaping the innocents. I eventually looked out and saw flames, everywhere, men in black slaughtering men, women, kids, burning houses, the smell of wood burning, the smoke burning my nose. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Despite the screams, it was like it was quiet at the same time. I don't know how to explain it correctly. It was all chaos, all fire, all death.
But I wasn't afraid. I was angry.
While I was looking, one of these pieces of shit looked at me and started smiling, I could feel it behind his mask from his eyes. But without even knowing, I felt something hitting my left leg, it was my gear. Makemba came all the way to give me my stuff and ran away. I still owe him that. I owe him everything at this point.
I only took the katana. I didn't have time to wear my armor.
*member of the crowd: What did your armor look like ?*
It was only an upper armor. Shoulder pieces, chest plate and a few leather straps to help hold it together, and to help hang the weapons.
I was saying, I took the katana and dashed towards him. He tried a vertical slash, but I dodged and cut his neck vein.
I felt something touch my back, and it was another one, I stabbed him in the heart.
I decided to go to Lingo's house to see if he was in danger or not. Unfortunately, he wasn't in his house. But when I got out, I saw a giant six-feet-six-inches man, unarmed. I knew something wasn't right, but I was too mad to think. I went for a strike but something didn't go as planned. My legs didn't work. I was frozen into place. It was the first of the rare times I've been attacked by magic. And it's no joke. It's as if my legs were stuck in cement. I was more puzzled than anything. Till this day, I don't quite know what he used on me.
However, I knew something stronger. I just prayed and said " Without any effect " and got freed. Miraculous. And I obviously killed him with the same neck slash as before.
Actually, he's not lying... Surprisingly. That man was known as the " Sorcerer of the century " in his hometown. What he used was a paralyzing spell called " Ngê ", which stops the target instantly. Even if it feels too simple, Void's prayer isn't normal either. I'll explain it to you later.
I don't really want to talk about what happened after, but I fought relentlessly. From opponents to opponents, and I eventually reached my breaking point. My legs just decided to stop functioning, and It wasn't magic this time, it was my body telling me " I didn't sign for this ".
I fell face first into the hot ashes on the ground. But I heard voices getting louder. I knew it was the end, I even did my final prayer and accepted my fate. And I passed out. I think that day I killed ten people. May their souls rest in pieces. I still want to spit on their bodies.
Actually, it's nine. Probably the heat of the moment which confused his memory. Wait... Now that I remember... Nine? Reminds me of something. Okay, yoou have another homework here. Still in the " secret book ".
Then I woke up... Again! I thought I'd transmigrate again but no, I was laying on the ground of a newly built house. I tried to sit but my body wasn't reacting. I was too weak to even do that. Once again incapacitated.
Mama Ngala entered the house as I was trying to sit and she immediately told me not to do it, and she told me to stay still. I was covered in her healing mixture, but strangely, I couldn't feel the pain. I guess i was so hurt I couldn't feel anything. But I could talk though. We discussed, and she told me that I was asleep for a week, four days, that almost everyone fled the village, Lingo was alive, Miki and Mina—his daughter— were both alive and in another village, but approximately thirty people of the village died, out of a hundred I think.
Thirty-eight out of ninety-nine died. It was really violent. Poor people.
Then Lingo entered the house, with multiple cuts on his chest and a big cut on his left cheek. I was really sorry for him.
Suddenly, reality hit: I was a murderer. I killed, out of cold blood. Their faces distorting out of pain, and no emotions after. I became the monster I never hoped I'd become. I just started crying. I eventually told them the reason of my tears, and Lingo said: " I too killed people, but it was to protect the village. We will always be thankful to you because you defended a land that is not yours. Take pride on your actions, you are a hero. Stop crying and keep your head up."
I mean, my head was already up, since I was laying on my back but... forget it. Despite it, he always had the words to touch people's heart. However, it wasn't enough, and I still dreamed about it every night. It was necessary, but I would have preferred not doing it. Killing takes a bit of your soul away, and after all these kills, nothing really remained. All that was left of my heart was Void. The nickname became truth.
That's when the real Void was born. He finally buried the weak Quentin. (By the way, there's a book somewhere in the world which talks about Void's previous life, the Secret Book. I dare you to find it. Wait... Déjà-vu)
So, that's how I got I-don't-know-how-many scars. Thankfully, not on my beautiful head.