My Parasite Skill System

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It was just as it was: an unforeseen event.

And as such, it just went on like this:

–Splash!

First, I was thrown a cold bucket of water at my face–though I didn't and had yet to comprehend that part.

–Coldwater!

Next, I felt the irksome, chilling sensation of the cold water upon my body–it came itching in this bothersome way all over my body; painfully assaulting me and letting me get a good taste of the panic it brought me alongside that utterly enormous irritated feeling.

–Thrown at my face!

And last of all, my mind and consciousness being brought back to reality, a mixture of the piece of lucidity I'd just got back and the panic that'd seized me the way it did just about slightly clued me in with regards to the cold water that'd just been tossed at my face, for some still-unknown reasons.

"Huff…!"

…

All in the same fashion, my eyes were very moved and irritated as I opened them up and began hastily scanning my surroundings.

Above all the lost feelings I could be feeling right now, there was one that'd be dominating all others.

Looking around, with my knitted brows and flared-up eyes, I seemed to only be feeling super annoyed by all this.

Even when I didn't really know why in the first place, yes.

Anyhow, I'd just come to.

Aside from that timid and irritated 'huff!' sound when I woke up, (if you could even consider it a word), I said nothing more.

The hell is going down here?

Was this … cold water?...

Sure as hell, it was cold water.

How can that even be a question?

And it was then the turn of my eyes.

Still in the same fashion and feelings, they began to, at once, annoyingly and rapaciously scan every obstacle they could get their teeth onto.

By doing this, the goal obviously was to make out what was taking place down there. And how it did involve me. I was just lost and dizzy.

I didn't like it–it really felt just like the moment I'd obtained my first (though not really my first) skill.

Coldwater had just been thrown at my face–and I just woke up afterward.

First point: I gathered the cold water must've been tossed at me to get me up quickly.

Second point: get me up quickly … in order to get down to what?...

There was no second point yet.

This wasn't all that had been thrown at my face.

Observing and assessing eyes were there, too.

"Huff … huff …. Huff…"

I must've been delirious … first off, I didn't remember much of anything–or rather, I didn't even try to remember a thing–but more importantly, the observing eyes.

Seemingly lying calmly under their wild brows and thick eyelids.

Many, many, many, many, (many x100) pairs of eyes were shot at … or rather, thrown at me. Just in the same way the cold water eyes. It even itched, too.

"Huff … huff…"

And so … may I ask again … sirs?

The hell is going down here?

Still a bit delirious, with half the presence of my mind and reason, I observed again.

The eyes, the eyes. Let's just concentrate on the eyes. They're the ones bugging me the most.

Insistent-looking eyes. All of them. Going about lining up before me from left to right, and right to left.

It was a panorama of eyes.

They weren't normal eyes.

I mean, I didn't like these eyes.

They seemed to be as thick and deep as the eyelids that, sometimes, did go flapping downward, before coming back upward.

They ticked me off. It was as simple as that. For what reasons, I didn't know precisely.

That, and they were insistent. I already said that. Insistent and searching. These were the words. Insistently searching me, these eyes didn't let go of myself. They seized me, and I didn't like that.

They searched and searched and searched.

What are they searching for, though?

I mean, I should rather be asking: why are they staring at me like that?

Hold on a second.

Then again, why am I even here?

Of all places, I must be here?

And, of all eyes, these unsettling and ugly ones are the ones that ought to be staring at me?

Am I even being lucid, right now?

I need clarity, I need clarity.

That's right, I need clarity.

And so, Clarity, come at me!

Like it'd work that way, heh.

–It hadn't even been one second since I'd come to my senses. That, I knew.

Now, maybe I really was woken up for good.

I shouldn't just be focusing on the eyes, after all. It was the wrong way to get down to the seemingly tedious task of answering the following question: what the hell is going down here?

And I need to snap out of this. And quickly. It could be dangerous after all.

My senses, please, be kind to me and just … be with me.

Racking up my brain, I forcefully entered my usual brainy state of sharpened senses full of my usual oh-so-bright genius.

I came around.

So, first things first: this place.

There were many walls, though not really walls.

Not many but only one ceiling, too, was finding its way in the present setting ... though not a real ceiling, either.

It was a weird structure … but it was okay, somehow.

The same did go for the ground where I was. It was only composed of many layers of leather, roughly scattered and spread as though carpets, I guess.

The way the many layers of animal skin were spread around was only too modest and bashful.

In a few words, it was ugly and gross, among other things.

And it left the ground uncovered at many places.

Here and there, through the timid arrangement of this place, I could see grass coming out and showing itself when it obviously was uncalled for.

That, and by stretching the poor dead beasts' skin in this disorganized way on the ground, it left it swelled up here and there … and thicker at this and that place, making it an unequal and ugly arrangement.

Once again, it was a weird structure, but it was okay, really.

Wild and uneven nuances of weird being topped off by many layers of crudeness and wildness; this was about the sum-up of this place I found myself in–seemingly all of a sudden.

Wildness and crudeness in the way things were being settled too.

Following the ground ugly-looking, there were also the walls that weren't really walls.

In the same fashion as the ground, scarcely covering and circling the whole area by themselves, the walls were spread, in an uneven way too.

And, just like the unrefined ground, the walls were just about layers of thick leathers, this time about being propped up by planted sticks, forming into an overall round or oval structure.

Really, all brownish, savage, and crude.

They, at least, followed the main outline of the…–let's call it leather carpet–and made it a bit more refined of a place, though only by a tiny bit more.

Because it wasn't over yet.

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