Time...
9:00 PM
Date...
2 November 2023
Day...
Thursday
Yeah, Thursday, The day when three humongous spider-like legs pierced through my house.
It was the day of not only my death but the death of my whole family.
Maybe...
I don't know for sure.
My father's head was smashed and burst open by a weapon.
But, before that, he told me to, "Run"
He even cried, and a tear slid down his cheek.
I know that he wasn't an emotional type.
But, at that moment, he cried.
He was scared.
Scared of me being dead.
He didn't worry about himself, but his family.
The moment, I saw my dad's head was smashed, I fell into despair, and my legs just wouldn't move.
My father, a person whom I had respected the most in my whole life, was now lying in a pool of blood.
I couldn't do anything but scream and cry.
And, that monster just kept on grinning.
The sight was too much for me, I mean who can stay calm at such a gruesome sight?
When you have lived quite a normal life all the time, you will get scared and lose your mind...
...The goblin was not the problem.
I could easily defend myself from a low-level monster like a goblin, but the problem was...
My Father...
I was terrified of the fact that my father, who was alive and well, was suddenly killed by a goblin.
And I was also afraid of the fact that the goblin had smashed his head with a club.
A club made of wood, which was soaked in blood.
But...
'Ah, never mind. If I think too much, I will go crazy.'
'I should just calm down.'
'I should focus on the situation in front of me.'
Well...
Let's start with the setting and the plot.
Current Time: 6:03 PM
Current Date: 2 November 2023/Thursday
It was right 3 hours before the... Ah...
An Apocalypse?
Maybe?
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"Ha!" My mother sighed, placing her left hand on the wall and she was removing her shoe with her right hand while holding her right feet up, "My feet are killing me. This is what I get for wearing high heels." She grumbled under her breath, a scowl etched onto her face.
She had just come back from the supermarket and was taking off her shoes when she felt a sharp pain shooting through her feet. Her heels had gotten pinched, and she winced as she gingerly rubbed her feet.
"Who would have known that today's sale would be so hectic," she muttered. She was usually not the type to complain, but after such a tiring day, she couldn't help herself.
"I went there at 12 and now it is already 6. What a long day." She sighed and took a step forward after wearing a pair of comfortable slippers.
"Thank god, I had prepared the lunch for the kids beforehand," she thought and smiled.
She felt her throat dry and her stomach growling. She needed to drink some water.
"Ah, I am so thirsty I should probably have a glass of water."
After that, she walked towards the kitchen.
Her steps echoed through the empty hall, and her shadow followed her closely.
'I should get some fresh water,' she thought.
But as soon as she reached the kitchen she saw an unfamiliar figure standing next to the refrigerator, looking into it.
'Huh? Who is that?' She was surprised.
The figure in front of her had long, flowing silver hair, was tall and was wearing a T-shirt and jeans pants.
'Wait, I remember those clothes. Aren't those Emily's?' She raised an eyebrow, looking at the person who had his back facing her.
'Is she a friend of Emily?'
'Hmm, I don't remember any of her friends having silver hair and that kind of figure.'
She looked at the person's figure, from head to toe, carefully.
'She is tall and her body is slender. I bet she is popular among boys.'
'And, if she is wearing Emily's clothes then, it means that they have the same size.'
My mother thought.
The figure closed the door of the fridge and turned towards my mother.
'Huh?' My mother's eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to her mouth.
'She... She is... Beautiful.'
The girl in front of my mom was Yoonhe.
And, her face was beautiful enough to make any girl jealous.
She had a small and cute nose, thin pink lips, and flawless porcelain-like skin.
And, her eyes...
'Wow, her eyes are gorgeous. They are so big and sparkly. ' My mother looked into her eyes, mesmerized.
"Hi," Yoonhe greeted my mother, her hands clutching to each other as she bowed a little.
"Umm, Hello." My mother smiled, still in a daze, her eyes looking at the girl standing in front of her.
"You are?" My mother asked, her eyes looking at Yoonhe's face.
"I am... Yoonhe. I am a friend of Rael." Yoonhe introduced herself, smiling a little.
'Oh, what a cute smile. She looks so cute.' My mother smiled.
"Oh, you are Yoonhe." My mother loosened up a little.
She let out a sigh of relief, and her eyes closed for a moment before she realized something...
"Wait! A friend of Rael?" My mother looked at her, "Don't tell me. You are that girl he told me about." She raised her eyebrows, her gaze intensifying.
"He has told you about me?" Yoonhe was surprised, a hint of a smile appeared on her face.
"He has told me a lot about you," my mother said, and her gaze turned sharp, "You are his girlfriend, right?"
Yoonhe blushed, and her eyes shifted to the side.
"G-girlfriend?"
"Oh, did I say girlfriend?" Looking at Yoonhe's blush one corner of my mother's lips crept up into a smirk, "I am sorry. I meant to say his female friend but I accidentally called you his girlfriend. Sorry." My mother said, shaking her head.
"Oh, Huh? Ah, yeah." Yoonhe nodded, "Yeah, you are right. We are friends. Only friends." She smiled, a blush still visible on her face.
'Yeah, she likes my son alright.'
'She is blushing and can't even look straight into my eyes.'
'Ah, she is so cute.'
'My son is so lucky.'
My mother was a little jealous of her beauty.
"Well, nice to meet you, Yoonhe." My mother extended her hand towards Yoonhe.
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs." Yoonhe took some steps forward and shook my mother's hand.
"Can I ask you a question? How did you manage to keep your hair so silky smooth?" My mother asked.
"Yeah?" Yoonhe blinked.
"Your hair is so soft and shiny, I would love to know the secret behind it," My mother said, smiling.
After that... Well, nothing is worth mentioning...
So I will get back to the garage where I was getting ready for the test of the Skill [Finger Gun].
I stood up from the ground and took the Finger Gun position from my right hand.
The tip of my index finger was pointed towards the wall, my other three fingers were bent, and my thumb was facing the ceiling.
"Let's go with the weakest shot to see the effect."
And...
"Shoot!"
But...
Nothing happened.
"Why? Didn't the skill say it would shoot a bullet made of mana from my finger? Why did nothing happen?"
Ding!
— Please add the MP value you want to put into the shot.
"Add MP?" I blinked, surprised.
{Yes, MP, full form Mana Points, is the amount of mana you can use to create and shoot the bullet.}
"Ok, then let's add 1 MP."
I pointed the finger again and said, "Bang!"
And again nothing happened.
{You can't convert MP into bullets just by saying it. You have to feel the Mana in your body first and move it into your finger to shoot.}
{The reason this skill was so cheap was because it doesn't give pre-made bullets but rather uses the user's mana to create it. So you can't just shoot a bullet using a single finger without converting MP into it.}
'Oh, I understand.'
I nodded.
Let's feel the mana inside me.
'I need to feel the mana inside me.'
'How do I feel the mana?'
'Where is it located?'
'How do I move it?'
'Hmmm.'
Well, I know none of these things, so how do I get the feeling of mana?
Wait...
There is a way.
I had learned some strange material arts techniques from a temple. They said it was to move a hidden energy inside a human body.
From what I had seen they could move objects without touching them and could make the wind blow by waving their hand.
It was an amazing technique and I had learned it but I had never used it after that.
If the techniques are something similar to...
I closed my eyes and tried to remember the instructions I had been given.
'Breathe in...'
I felt my lungs expanding, and the air flowing into my body.
'Breathe out.'
I felt the air leaving my body.
'Feel the energy flowing through your veins, from the top of your head, to the tips of your toes.'
'Follow the energy and find the center, where it is the densest.'
'Find the spot, and imagine a whirlpool. Spin the whirlpool and the energy will start to flow.'
Yes, it is working. I can feel the flow of energy in my body.
And now last but not least. Adding a touch of my own knowledge to it.
'Now think of the energy as pure Mana and send it towards your fingertip.'
I raised my hand once more without opening my eyes...
"Here we go."
Bang!
A banging sound resounded through the room.
I opened my eyes.
There was a hole in the wall, the size of a bullet, and it was still smoking.
'Oh, shit.'
'Wasn't the MP supposed to be 1?'
Ding!
— This is the weakest shot of the finger gun skill, it uses 1 MP.
"Weakest?! This?!?!" I screamed, "This is the weakest?!"
{This is the weakest shot. Next time, try to use 5 MP and you will see the difference. And, if you use 10, maybe a big hole will be created on the target and the bullet will pierce through it.}
'Wow.'
'But, 5 or 10, Do I have that much mana?'
{Nope, you only had the amount of mana you have used on the bullet. Here are the details.}
Suddenly another screen appeared in front of me.
—
Mana Capacity: 1 (10)
Mana Left: 0 (10)
—
'Only 1 mana? But, why are there two numbers?'
'What do the numbers in the parentheses mean?'
{In the parenthesis, it is showing the mana which can be used for your body rather than for a skill or a technique. You can use these points to increase your physical abilities.}
'Oh, I see.'
'That's why there are only two numbers.'
'Because I can use the other 10 to increase my strength and stuff. Like running faster or lifting heavy objects.'
{Exactly.}
'Interesting.'
{But remember if your internal Mana hits 0 then you will die. So, take care of it.}
'Ok, understood.'
{Good.}
"But, this is still a great skill. The best part is that the recoil is not that strong, I barely felt it." I was surprised and happy.
{Yeah, you can thank your dexterity and perception stats for it. If not for them, you would have felt the recoil and would have probably gotten injured. It seems like you have done some training.}
{Your stats are pretty good for someone who is level 1. That's why you could perform a weak shot, but if a normal person uses a weak shot, their finger would have probably blown up, along with the target, and they would have lost their hand in the process. You can consider yourself lucky.}
"What? You are telling me that now? Why didn't you tell me before?"
{Because I didn't want to. And I had already checked your status, so I knew that you could handle a weak shot. So, yeah.}
"Ugh!"
'Damn!'
'This fucking system.'
'Why did I get a module like her?'
{Hey! What does that mean?}
'Nothing, I am just praising you.'
{Oh, you are praising me? Well, I am a genius so, I will let you off the hook this time.}
"Thank you, Module-sama."
{Ah, don't call me module-sama. Call me by my name. And, the name is Saya.}
"Saya?"
{Yeah.}
"Hmm, ok. Saya-sama!"
Hearing me, the Blind Wives Module, also known as Saya, shouted in my head, sounding angry, {I told you to not call me Sama!}