Skill Plagiarist... A skill that is mysterious itself... I never mentioned a skill like this in my novel.
A skill that can steal anyone's skill if we kill them. On the bright side, it helps us boost our number of skills, but...
On the dark side, it corrupts you with killing intent.
The ground below me was becoming hollow... I was getting swallowed by the ground.
Wake up. Do it. Give us your body. We'll make you stronger. Kill everyone. Steal skills. Kill your companions.
My back was filled with multiple souls continuously chanting these words. They were souls who had maybe died because of the Skill Plagiarist.
Just what in the world is Skill Plagiarist...?
I stopped. My whole body was stopped by the souls. A lot of souls..
A lot of souls had covered my vision. I was getting suffocated by them.
Just what in the world is Skill Plagiarist...?
It was the case in my inner mind...
In the endless dream, I was crying from the pain, covered by souls who were continuously chanting the same things.
"ARGHH!! FUCK!! I CAN'T STOP!!! IT HURTS!! I WANT TO FIGHT!! I DON'T WANT TO STOP!! I DON'T WANT TO KILL OTHERS!! I WANT TO LIVE PEACEFULLY!!!"
I sat down... The pain was increasing. Wake up. Do it. Give us your body.
Wake up. Do it. Give us your body. We'll make you stronger. Kill everyone. Steal skills. Kill your companions.
Is this the result of trying to change this endless dream...? Just how much is my inner mind going to suffer...?
In my inner mind, I was sitting, crying in misery when I saw a broken soul standing in front of me.
Han Seeyoung?
Wake up. Do it. Give us your body. We'll make you stronger. Kill everyone. Steal skills. Kill your companions.
Fuck. I realized now... These souls were the victims whose skills were stolen by Skill Plagiarist.
Han Seeyoung, sorry.
Fuck... you, Kang Hong. You stole my skills but still, you're weak. Fight, Kang Hong. You can't rest. You need to change this endless dream.
If I had to describe the looks of these souls... They looked broken... They didn't have eyes... Their mouths were open... They were just like any other ghost. But in a more creepy way.
Fuck. I lost it.
***
Some people were walking on the street. They had two girls tied up with them. The people were four in number.
"We got really good loot today."
"Yeah, if this dream won't end, then it means we can do what we want."
"After all, it's a dream... What we do here... Only stays here, so we won't do anything wrong if we slack off and rape some."
The beginning of this endless dream was the worst for females.
"Especially these girls... They are the best products... Our nights will be fulfilled completely."
"Yeahhh, I can't wait to enjoy the night!!" "This is the best!"
They noticed something.
***
"Hey! See over there!! There's someone sitting in the middle of the street!"
"What happened? Should we check?"
"I think so."
They got nearer.
More near.
"I'll check!"
He moved forward. Touched the person's shoulder.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
This wasn't the same world anymore... Where you could find normal people on the streets...
They should have realized it.
In a blink of an eye, that person was burnt to ashes.
"Huh?!"
"What?"
"How?!!"
They were surprised... or super scared.
[ FIRE ELEMENT LVL. 1 HAS BEEN ACTIVATED ]
It was none other than Kang Hong- aka me, the narrator of this story.
I am the author of an endless dream... A dreamer who isn't supposed to be affected by this dream was now corrupted.
In simple words, I was corrupted.
I failed in fighting against the souls in my inner mind. I'll regret it. I gave up control of my body and became a servant of Skill Plagiarist.
I need to wake up.
FWOOSH!
Flames started gathering around my fists... Becoming corrupt is the worst because... My right arm, which I lost after Quest 1, regenerated.
I'm basically immortal.
I understood something... That I can regenerate... by using the body parts of the victims of Skill Plagiarist. I used Han Seevoung's right arm to regenerate my right arm.
If I use Han Seeyoung's whole body... then his soul will be freed.
If I die... Can I retrieve my life by exchanging it with the whole body of a soul?
My inner mind was surrounded by these questions...
FWOOSH!
I gathered flames in my left fist. The scared people started running for their lives.
"Fuck!! Run!! He's fucking crazy!!"
"Run for your life!!"
"Leave the girls here!!"
They left the girls on the street... The girls were panicking... They wanted to run but were tied up.
I ran... As fast as possible.
Punched everyone... with a flaming fist, one by one. They fell to the ground.
"Ah!! Fuck!!"
"It hurts!!"
"Someone save me!"
I was the hunter, and they were the ones getting hunted by me.
I hunted them brutally.
SMAASH!
Smashed their heads on the walls... On the ground...
FWOOSH!!
Burnt their eyes.
SIZZLE...
Burnt their arms.
Burnt everything. It was brutal. I don't remember it anymore because it wasn't me who did this. It was the corruption that took over my body.
They were screaming the whole time. For some reason I don't remember it anymore.
I've already started forgetting this story.
I hunted real humans.
〆 Skills can have Both Advantage and Disadvantage.
— Coffee Shirone