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My brow furrowed. This was more… problematic, as it were.
See, I didn't mind killing those fucking demons. They're demons after all, fuck'em.
But to gather humanity would literally mean to just go and kill someone.
I could try to find a corpse and see if they had any humanity, but unless I spent an entire night grave-robbing I doubt I'd be even able to find some random corpse.
Which gave me a bit of a problem.
Sure, when I went back to my Bloodstain I'd get my humanity back. Cool.
But I knew how to read. I saw a specifically concerning line on the Humanity note.
Humanity can be used to reverse an Undead's [Hollowing] at a [Bonfire]
This stated that simply having Humanity wasn't enough. I needed a Bonfire, and to create one…
The cost of creating a [Bonfire] is 1 [Humanity].
Shit. I was one short, which was a shame because all things considered these fucking Bonfires seemed like the greatest shit.
They served as a resurrection point, they healed me, and they also made me stronger and also reversed my ugly zombie mug.
It was a great deal, really, a stupendously great deal.
All that for just one Humanity.
…
…Well, someone was dying tonight. What can you do, it's just the way the world works.
One poor sod would pay the price for a good sleep of little old me. His name will be remembered. Surely.
As a plan began forming in my head, I couldn't help but let out a small,
"Huh."
This was… good? I was quite spooked upon resurrecting, since I was a rotting husk of a corpse and all that, but now that I took my time to read all this fluff, this Undead business seemed like a stupidly good deal.
One, I was immortal now, so fuck consequences. Two, I was now able to become stronger by just killing shit.
Three, I now had access to a [Pyromancer] skill tree, which was great considering I was locked out of magic while creating my character earlier.
Sure, my sanity was at risk, but that seemed like a problem for way later. Easily ignorable. Besides, by killing shit I could keep my sanity in check.
Easy-Peasy. There was also the looking like a zombie bit, but again, easily fixable. No biggie.
Now the issue was getting to that Bloodstain.
I gave myself a once over, infinite eyes focused on me.
Real talk: it'd be impossible to go across town without garnering some attention.
I wasn't wearing a jacket, so I was left in my already unflattering t-shirt and trousers, and even those were already raising some eyebrows at the time I was performing by the street.
Combine that with looking like a ghoul? The police would be called ASAP, and considering that Rias was the head-honcho of the place, she'd catch word of it.
The last thing I wanted was for her to know I was an immortal zombie. Now that I knew that upon death EVERYTHING got carried over to the new body, my genius strategy of accepting turning into a devil and then killing myself would be discarded.
Which, I mean, IF IT WORKED, it'd be an absolutely banging plan.
Having all the benefits of being a devil (super-strength, magic, fucking flying) minus the caveat of being the slave of a teenager.
Super great plan, but since that Evil Piece would still carry over, then it's essentially useless for me now.
That plan would've also turned me into being quadruple weak to Holy stuff, which would've been problematic in a world where angels just existed, but whatever.
I'd still meet her tomorrow, if only to gather some more info, but I didn't need her to know I was immortal.
If she already coveted me as a slave simply by being a sharpshooting hobo, I didn't want to know how she'd react to me being a zombie sharpshooting hobo.
I looked up, simply to check the time (since I had no phone and I couldn't see outside my radius with E.E) and saw the sun, still held up high.
Shit. Just one hour passed since I killed myself, so that meant it should've been around… 3 PM? Give or take an hour.
The streets would be crowded. In fact, since I got resurrected at my last 'resting spot' then that must mean that I am actually quite far from where I killed myself, since I moved quite a bit today.
…Shit, I needed to get to my bloodstain pronto.
Looking around the alleyway, I spotted a garbage container.
I frowned, yet still headed for it. If anything, at least I was already used to searching through trash, so it wouldn't be AS humilliating.
Once the container was within E.E's range, I quickly began thoroughly checking its contents one by one, inch by inch.
The fact that I was using my shiny new powers to dumpster dive made me a bit sad, but I proceeded anyway.
Aaaaand…. There, just what I needed, clothes.
A leather jacket (sporting some nifty holes on the shoulders and covered in old blood, beer and cum) and a green bandana (mostly clean except for the copious amounts of trash juice over it).
Now, to get the thirty garbage bags over it out of the way, I'd require to use my own two hands.
I couldn't help but let out a weary sigh at the prospect, already rolling my shoulders and getting closer to the container.
"Old habits die hard," I said, trying to alleviate the incoming horrid experience.
It didn't help.
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