I Became the Wrong Race

87 – Predation on Kin (8)

Actually, it was a word I had forgotten for quite a long time.

It was inevitable.

Netel. The tone wasn’t very good.

While my friend’s favorite game had a pretty good world name, the world of Grim Darker didn’t have a great tone, so I didn’t remember it that much.

I thought maybe the production crew knew that too. From the second work onward, the word Netel could no longer be found on the store page.

Since it was a word that had never been heard in the game anyway, netel was naturally forgotten, and even old people like me had forgotten it until now.

Until I hear it right now.

Netel.

This painting refers to the land of Darker and the identity of the mother.

Several interpretations could arise from just that one word.

Is ‘Mother’ the land itself?

Or something like the will of the world?

Maybe it’s some giant cosmic horror monster hidden underground in this world, or maybe it’s simply a complex of human consciousness.

You never know.

Even if I tried to figure it out, is there any way I could? I silently raised my head and sighed.

Watching the sigh that couldn’t come out spread long and white.

Still, if there is one thing that is certain.

[The Favorite One / ?

-You are favored by Him.]

Could it be that Netel is watching me?

I existed in a form surrounded by black fog.

The feel of the chair you sit on remains.

Likewise, I felt Isla’s tail wrapped around my arms around her, and I also felt Isla’s unique good smell and warm body temperature.

But it is very different from what it seems. It doesn’t feel strange to say that the body and mind are separated.

I was sitting face to face with someone in a dark fog.

A naked woman appears as a clear figure, pushing away the black fog.

A snow leopard woman with her legs crossed, hiding her cruel smile wrapped in languor.

Her long but thick tail her wags. Her ears perked up, and her high-tied hair swayed in the wind.

And underneath her her skin her

I felt nauseous at the involuntary gaze at her. It was a strange feeling.

It was beautiful to see. However, I can feel from my skin that it is different from what I see with my eyes.

Life was seeing beneath her skin. The lives of others, not your own. A life taken. The power of plunder.

It was a look that gave me confidence.

The mourner is clearly a collaboration between ‘father’ and ‘mother’.

Well, I didn’t feel like the characteristics gained at level 20 were very consistent with the characteristics of ‘father’.

I felt like I was alone, and I also felt like I was overly evil.

The final characteristic of a mourner was the ability to recall the image of Selma in front of him.

Something evil that absorbs life force, steals life, and fills its own life with the other person’s life.

The gloomy flavor text and context. I thought it was strange because it did not fit the mourner’s gloomy or unhappy mood.

I never thought it was for this reason.

I tried to hold Isla’s hand tightly to soothe the creeping anxiety.

“It’s not moving, right?”

I only realized that beyond this illusion, my body was not moving.

“It’s like a dream. A dream that is vivid, but beyond which you can feel your body sleeping soundly.”

Selma explained it that way. I deliberately glared at her without answering.

Like her, I was also completely naked. It was obvious what the intention was.

“It would be nice to be just like my sister.”

Selma smiles and sweeps and caresses my naked body.

It was definitely as she said.

It was completely identical to Isla’s body that I vaguely felt and vaguely saw when she wore thin clothes.

From detailed arm length to leg length and foot length.

Even her tail, which Isla was proud of, looked the same.

“Don’t you want to try it?”

Selma said. It was the same as Isla, but the only difference was the different hairstyle and alluring smile of hers.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t moved at all.

But.

“Get out.”

Rather, I was able to become firm thanks to the tail wrapped around my arm her, the hand held her tightly, and the vulnerability and innocence felt beneath it.

That’s not Isla. It’s not Isla who likes me.

Rather, it is the opposite. I am a cannibal who eats people with the only intention of eating me at any time.

Selma must have known my strong resolve and stopped the meaningless flirting.

“It sucks to stretch out.”

Instead she licked her lips as she said that. Even the thighs rubbing against each other with a clearly visible smile.

Even though I don’t have much experience with women, I clearly knew what it meant.

“Don’t be disgusting. “What do you want?”

He probably didn’t drag me into this place to tempt me and commit an affair that wasn’t an affair.

Sure enough, something like a black fog that enveloped Selma and me began to stir.

“See for yourself.”

A wriggling fog surrounds me. It covered the area around my eyes, leaving a sticky texture and spilling something into me.

So for a moment, my body stiffened.

Because, even if it was only for a moment, someone passed through my mind.

Red Beast Hertol. It was clear that the blood wizard was also brainwashed like this.

I gritted my teeth and tried to hold on, but there was no resistance or even an uneasy feeling.

The fog just touched me in a sticky way and then fell away.

“What are you doing…”

It was then. Numerous landscapes flashed before my vision.

A city where countless people live, something that fills the underground capital of such a city, and a noble man connected to it.

One of the humans living in the permafrost far away. A warrior carrying a bizarrely large greatsword.

Shadows coming down from the northern end.

Even at a glance, I could tell without even saying what it was, as it formed countless images.

All of them were servants and limbs of ‘Mother.’

“… “Together?”

Selma laughed at my question. The fog passed through all of them, dotted the New World, and then returned to Selma.

There are countless of them in the Old World and in the New World.

I didn’t even get the feeling that the Sioux in the Old Continent were just random people.

In fact, it was the opposite.

They all probably occupy important positions or are already famous powerful figures.

If they all possess the power of an ominous being called ‘Mother’.

It may be more difficult than what you’ve experienced in the game.

So now this was a kind of appeasement.

Even.

“Don’t answer now.”

Selma said that, as if she knew I was going to refuse, and she slowly cleared away her fog.

“Think and answer.”

Slowly, reality overcomes fantasy and reveals itself.

As a result, the sensation in her arm became clearer.

The heartbeat touched the sensitive skin of her, it was beating fast as if excited by the touch.

Meanwhile, the feeling of the tail entangling my arm was strong. Feeling like a wild animal, wary of the presence of a predator who wants to steal, obsessed with not letting go.

A soft touch that reaches beyond. I slowly turned my head and looked at Isla.

Isla looked unusually anxious. Is it because her twin sister, who looks exactly like her, is trying to seduce me?

She looked up at me with various delusions and anxieties and bit her lip.

“I’ll be here, so take your time and think about it.”

Rarely is a long speech. Selma said and took a sip of the blue wine from her bottle.

“Well, Lu… ?”

No, right? Isla looks up at me. I stroked her head and shook her head.

I guess that was 100% what I was aiming for. Abominable year.

“It’s not what you think, so don’t worry.”

“… Yes, I will believe it.”

And then he gently lets go of my arm her her her her. A face still filled with deep concern was facing me, but the anxiety seemed to have decreased.

It was just one word. Facing this kind of heavy trust, I somehow felt embarrassed.

“What are the three clans planning? Wasn’t the purpose to subdue me?”

“Doesn’t care. Mother is more important.”

“How do you know it won’t hurt you in the meantime?”

It wasn’t something she needed to say to the person in charge, but Selma didn’t fall for that part.

“If you don’t believe me, go back.”

Rather, he said it as if it was me who was disappointed.

Besides, the conversation ended there. The attitude that there is nothing more to say.

I looked at Selma for a moment and then got up from her seat.

With the realization that I can’t just ignore that and go back.

*

Of course, logically speaking, there was only one answer.

No. Go away. Niami etc.

In any case, rejecting and disparaging the other person’s opinion was enough.

The reason I didn’t do that was because I didn’t think that what I saw was a fake.

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to return to Earth, but I’ve learned that the land I’m going to live in is overflowing with unknown monsters.

But I can’t just ignore that and get away by saying I’ll take care of my own life.

If this were a game, it wouldn’t be strange if the quest was treated as a failure and it went straight to the ending.

So I had no choice but to think about it. At least if I was going to refuse, I needed a reason I could understand.

And after lying in bed and thinking about it, I realized that in reality, nothing has changed.

That made me conflicted.

I was already a mourner.

At level 20, the trait acquired upon reaching full level was already given by ‘Mother’, and the core ability, Repeated Remembrance, was also from ‘Mother’.

Oh my, when I thought about it, even mortality was assumed to be the power of ‘mother’.

Father, this bastard is doing nothing.

I lay down on my side and stared blankly at the wall.

I soon realized that complaining like this was pointless.

Then it was time to turn the direction of thinking in the opposite direction.

Is there really anything to be gained by rejecting one’s mother?

If you accept it, wouldn’t there be only good things like gaining abilities faster?

My sister and Melody being chased by the empire could be resolved as long as the head of the empire was Netel’s hand.

It seems that it has infiltrated some of the three clans as well, so there will be no more chasing.

Even when I thought about it, it seemed like there was only benefit and nothing in reality.

That made me hesitate even more.

Because this world was Grimm Darker’s world, Netel.

On this continent, the easy and simple solution was a choice that led to the least evil.

There was no such thing as the best result that could be easily.

It was the same when I just reflected on the play my older sister played.

Didn’t we achieve the best results by sometimes being evil, sometimes deceiving, and sometimes even killing good people?

The best result was not given so easily.

If I accept it, what will I lose and what will I gain?

I was conflicted because I didn’t know. As the conflict deepened, I closed my eyes in frustration and fell asleep.

… Rustling.

It had to be that way. It was a sudden sound of someone approaching, footsteps approaching, and footsteps that were not hidden.

It also sounds like someone who can naturally hide the sound of footsteps was not hiding it.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a shadow.

Lightly falling steps, voluptuous figure even when seen as a shadow.

And a tail fluttering like a flame on one side of the shadow.

Short hair caught my eye. Even the steps that stop several times, as if in conflict or hesitation.

The line of the shadow was thin. It seemed like he had no clothes or he was wearing thin clothes.

Surely?

I turned my head and saw the owner of the shadow.

There was a woman there who froze in shock as soon as she saw me.

A woman with her tail up and biting her lip.

My colleague, staring at me endlessly with blue-grey eyes.

The moment I saw her face, I knew what to say.

“… “Didn’t you say you would wait for an answer, Selma?”

The woman stops at my words. The expression I had made on purpose was erased, and an eerily bright smile appeared above it.