My Parasite Skill System

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"Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah!" I burst out laughing real loud and real hard.

"Oh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh!" and, just as per our habits in doing so, Old went on laughing in his own funny way too, embracing his stomach with both arms.

"You're always this funny old man even when grumpy grumbling, huh??"

"Hoh! Funny times bring about funny smiles!"

"Pfft, yeah, right–but anyway," still staring in that old wrinkled face (that was not-so-old) I stretched my two little arms around, "what are we gonna do about them?"

And without taking his eyes off of mine, too, "I did notice them, yes; how are we to deal with them, oh? (remember you are the one in charge of us two, young man!)"

"I don't know. Thing is: they wouldn't be attacking us if it weren't for you, heh–what's happened just has happened, I don't really care–now though, I just know what to do."

"Tell me, little man."

"See that orc's head right next to your feet?"

"Eww!"

Dare he 'ew' me now?

He's done this.

And that's why they're all–the orcs–coming closer on us with each passing second, by now.

"And what of it? Should we not just set off at once? Hmm?"

There was indeed Chief's head right next to Old's feet.

"Listen, it's something to do with your wonders: you can't certainly see it, but that's just how I told you–that thing has something to do about the quest you inquired about, ahem (you can't see the white fumes of mana leaking off of it indicating to me it's to do with the quest?–of course, you don't) ahem, I gotta collect one of these."

"That's what the quest tells me."

❮Collect the head of one army leader: 0/1 – a quest's item will be highlighted by mana.❯

Stooping myself, I went and grabbed it by its long gray hair.

"I…?" and Old stepped away; either to leave me room enough to seize and maneuver it or simply because of his 'eww!' because he uttered it again, grimacing as he was.

I brought the head up and observed it without the least pain in myself. It was pretty much dead. Dead, staring off eyes. Cold, chapped tanned lips. Sorry, pitiful complexion.

Ring!

❮Collect the head of one army leader: 1/1❯

In the end, I thought I didn't care so much about that orc or whatever was his name again.

❮New instructions…❯

And there went the new instructions.

❮Head over to the Guild Bureau at the rear. 0/1❯

❮Additional – be headed to the rear and wander out there, waiting.❯

Additional? What's that?

I understand the 'Guild Bureau.'

They talked about this. I could remember. And you can remember too.

Remember? Remember?

The adventurers that simply 'wanted to collect the head'?

Well, they talked about this, didn't they?

Exchanging it for money should be what's after that. Pieces of silver or something.

I nodded to myself repeatedly; then remember Old's presence–he wanted information, didn't he?

"–It's–it's normal you don't understand; all I'm saying is, your massacre wasn't so much uncalled for in the end, Old."

"Oh, and?"

"You're good."

"… why, try to hurry it, young lad, you have me lost again!"

Couldn't he simply understand? To me, it constituted as enough information. To him, it didn't.

But there was no time.

I spoke quickly:

"Shh, shh, run, run!" gesturing at him to go, he winced, "don't you see them all, they want YOUR head now–that, and you left Leafana all alone, didn't you, Old Uncle?"

"The lass was the one to urge me here, mark you–" he managed solemnly.

I cut him short.

"That isn't important; you said you didn't like playing (I mean fighting) so just go, I'll catch up later–"

My feet worked backward.

And my shoulders were turning themselves, doing away with his presence.

And there he talked again, I didn't listen and just said: "–the same tree we marked, alright?–I'll catch up later, soon enough–the quest, remember, right?–bye!"

All the time we'd been chatting casually out here, the orcs that were present around had been acting the same way–warily looking at us, forming and tightening their very large formation on us.

I didn't know what was on their mind and I didn't have a care in the world about it.

We were back to the previous situation; they were enemies.

Tilting my head onward, with the properly decapitated human head swinging wildly by my hips as I ran, I was heading out.

I know this unsettling Old Sipping will just be fine–I felt his eyes set on me from behind; a mischievous briefly adorned his lips, I felt his cold aura from behind me, "Brr… really, I don't like this side of that old human." Sometimes, he felt this way.

Suddenly, it all disappeared at once.

I didn't peer back but knew he'd gone away the way he usually did

Which left me alone again.

So much action and turmoil going with this beginning of ours. I totally wouldn't say no to a little rest.

Rest would be for another time.

Turmoil is still ongoing.

The broad circle the orcs had all formed upon me (alone, at this point) was starting to tighten on me way quicker than before.

The frontline (can it even be called a frontline?) they'd just formed.

Old disappearing must've triggered that?

Not important.

Consistently and constantly tapping on the grass and dirt, my feet proceeded.

The grass was stomped upon.

The dirt jumped with each tap of my heels.

I passed by many tents. The same sort of the one I'd been in. As shabby as crude. Virtually all the same way.

The only difference was in their dimension.

All the tents I'd been passing by weren't so much big. They could at most occupy a demi-dozen people inside of each, and that'd be it.

I continued to run.

Jouncing as I ran, my shoulders went up and down repeatedly.

My lungs grew full, then empty.

And my legs were folded tight before unfolded loose; over and over again.

Darting to either my left or right–I skillfully avoided the tents that came my way.

I'm headed to the rear. The rear. And the Guild Bureau. That's what the guide indicates.

The rear on the side of the humans.

I'm running–is it even the right direction?

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