________________________________________________________________________________________ "Cracking~~" On the periphery of the Nine District, the sun is shining brightly, but in this barren land, not to mention humans, even animals are pitifully scarce, and at a glance, there are only a few vultures foraging.
At this time, several extremely hungry vultures were standing on a corpse biting happily, and there was a pleasant cry from their throats.
"Um~~" Suddenly, the flesh-and-blood corpse that had been bitten let out a slight moan and groaned! (Huh?).
A thin hand stretched out abruptly, covered with dried blood and a lot of dirt. "Crack quack~~"
The vultures who were frightened by the movement of the corpse flew up screaming, hovering a few meters above the corpse, and tilted their heads to stare at the movement of the corpse, as if thinking about how the dead corpse would still move.
*Snap*
The corpse, which was stuck but still seemingly locked, was violently pushed away, revealing a small figure pressed underneath.
His messy black hair, a mixture of dried blood and mud all over his body, still exuded a strange smell.
Looking at his hands in a daze, the child's eyes were very dazed, obviously he hadn't recovered yet. But soon, the corpse next to him reminded him of the past!
The fierce battle between the three brothers was almost killed by the boss who broke out and became enraged. In the end, fortunately, the boss's physical strength was exhausted, and he survived dangerously and ever so slightly.
Exhausted children are certainly not polite to the food that is close at hand. After a couple of mouthfuls, children who have recovered a bit of physical strength will unceremoniously eat the boss's Kakahou!
As the Enraged state causes RC to run wild, the boss does not have multiple Kakahou, only one particularly strong Kakahou, but it contains much more Rc cells than his two younger brothers!
The child's instincts kicked in, driving him to consume the Kakuhou, the organ unique to ghouls that held immense power. It was a desperate act of survival, a means to replenish his own strength and tap into the potential that lay dormant within him.
As he devoured the Kakuhou, a surge of energy coursed through the child's body. His wounds began to heal at an accelerated rate, and his strength was rejuvenated. The taste of the Kakuhou was unpleasant, but he knew that it was a necessary sacrifice to survive in this harsh world.
With newfound vigour, the child slowly stood up, his senses sharpened and his mind focused. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings, and realized that he was still within the desolate outskirts of the Nine District.
The battle had left the area in ruins, with scattered debris and remnants of destruction. The child's eyes shifted to the distance, where the towering skyscrapers of the main city stood as a haunting reminder of the world he inhabited.
The child revelled in the sensation of the cool water against his skin, relishing the rare moment of tranquillity amidst the chaos of his world. He splashed around, creating playful ripples in the water as if the weight of his past battles had momentarily lifted from his shoulders.
As he washed away the grime and blood, a sense of renewal washed over him. The child's matted black hair hung loosely around his face, cleansed of the dirt that had clung to it for far too long. His eyes, though still carrying the weight of his experiences, sparkled with newfound clarity.
With the child's limited exposure to language, his attempts at speech were often a mix of fragmented sounds and gibberish. But even in this moment of simple joy, he couldn't help but let out a few expressive sounds that resembled excitement and wonder.
In the midst of his playful interaction with the water, the child noticed a reflection staring back at him. It was his own reflection, distorted by the gentle movement of the stream. He studied his features, seeing the scars and bruises that adorned his face as badges of resilience.
For the first time in a long while, the child allowed himself a moment of self-reflection. He pondered the path he had travelled, the hardships he had endured, and the strength he had discovered within himself. It was a journey that had shaped him, transforming him from a helpless victim into a fighter.
As the child emerged from the water, his body glistening with droplets of water under the warm sunlight, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The world still lay before him, filled with challenges and uncertainties, but he was no longer alone.
With a newfound determination, the child set forth once again, his steps guided by an unyielding spirit and the echoes of the mantra that had become his guiding light: "Stay alive, no matter what."
And as he ventured forward, the child carried with him the memories of that serene moment by the river, a reminder of the resilience that resided within him and the beauty that could be found even in the darkest of times.
After careful cleaning, the child walked to the bank and squatted by the stream looking at his shadow reflected in the stream.
A hint of astonishment suddenly appeared on his little face. The broken black hair just blocked the forehead, a clean face full of aura, delicate and beautiful, and the skin is white and tender and enviable because Ghouls don't need skin care.
The child stared at his reflection blankly. Is this being fascinated by the way he looks? It's no wonder that a child who has never seen himself before would be confused about what he looks like.
For the first time today, I saw my reflection and my beautiful face, and I was amazed. Of course, that's all. For the child, a beautiful appearance is not as good as a strong strength.
After all, a Ghoul does not need to be so good-looking but needs strong strength to ensure their survival.
Standing up, the child who was still in torn clothes walked into the distance without nostalgia. His hiding place is no longer safe, and he needs to find another one.
The disappearance of the evil spirit child from the ninth district sent shockwaves through the ghoul community. The major ghoul groups, who had gathered to devise a plan to deal with the child, found themselves at a loss. How could someone with such immense power simply vanish without a trace?
Speculations ran wild. Some believed that the child had found a secret hiding place, while others thought that he had fled to another district or even left the ghoul world altogether. The uncertainty fueled a mixture of fear, curiosity, and frustration among the ghouls.
The bosses of the major groups realized that they had underestimated the child's abilities. Their initial confidence in capturing or eliminating him quickly turned into a desperate search for any leads or information that could help them locate him.
However, despite their efforts, the child remained elusive. It seemed as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only whispers and tales of his incredible strength. The ghouls, once eager to confront him, now approached the matter with caution, realizing that the child's power exceeded their expectations.
As time passed, the legend of the evil spirit child grew, and his disappearance only added to the mystique surrounding him. The ghouls of the nine districts became even more wary, their fear of encountering the child outweighing any desire for revenge or control.
The story of the evil spirit child became a cautionary tale, a reminder of the unpredictable and formidable nature of the ghoul world. Ghouls began to focus on their own survival, wary of venturing into unknown territories or engaging in conflicts that could lead them to cross paths with the child.
In the shadows, the child remained hidden, honing his skills and growing stronger. He had learned from his encounters with the three brothers and the battles he had fought, understanding the importance of discretion and patience.
The child knew that his disappearance had caused a stir among the ghouls, and he embraced the advantage it gave him. He continued to navigate the world with caution, always one step ahead of those who sought to capture or destroy him.
As the days turned into weeks and then months, the tale of the evil spirit child began to fade from the forefront of the ghoul community's collective consciousness. Other events and conflicts took its place, and the child became a distant memory, a story whispered among the ghouls.
But unknown to them, the child continued his journey, his determination unwavering. He knew that the world was vast, filled with both allies and adversaries, and he was determined to forge his own path in this unforgiving realm.
The legend of the evil spirit child may have quieted for now, but the embers of his story still burned, waiting for the moment when he would reemerge and leave an indelible mark on the world of ghouls.