The Mother of Monsters
3.My Story
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Name: None
Level: 1
Race: Great Creature
Job: None
HP: 500 MP: 100
ATK: 10 INT: 10
SPD: 10 DUR:10
Points stat: 200
Skill: None
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In front of me appeared a transparent window that showed numbers and other things I did not understand.
“Seeing like status in game.”
[You'll find it easier to think about it that way]
“So I can level up by killing monsters or something?.”
[It's true]
Furthermore, the system also tells if everyone in the world also gets a system like I have.
“I feel that whoever is behind the implementation of this world system sees all humans killing each other.” I thought.
Whether it's reinforcement, martial techniques, or magic power. Everyone has a weapon in their hands now, the state of the world will automatically become more chaotic than just nuclear war.
“So what else besides getting the Great Creature race?, a god equivalent race is impossible to just get a nice stat right?.”
[That's right, you have the right to choose the available skills with the karma points you have]
Then the system points out karma points and thousands of skills that I can buy using karma points.
“Many!.” I shouted while looking at the countless array of skills. Some expensive skills look tempting, such as skills for teleportation, unlimited energy skills and creation magic. The price reaches hundreds of thousands of karma points, while the karma I have is....
2,481,900 karmic points.
“What is 2 million karma points that much?.” my question on the system.
[You are the noblest human being who has the most karma points of any human being on the entire planet]
“Really?.” I feel unsure, “Then how much karma does the second position have?.”
[It is confidential information, but since you are a great being who is a level five then information sharing is allowed]
[The second position has karma points.].
I curiously waited for his answer until....
[The second position has 3,570 karmic points]
“Heh...?.” I felt misheard to ask the system to say it once again.
[The second position has 3,570 karmic points]
But still the system answers with the same answer.
“Is this a misunderstanding?.”
[I don't feel any damage to the system]
“Then how can I get that many karma points, I don't even feel like doing anything big.”
I thought if that many karma points should only be owned by people who are referred to as world saving heroes.
“While I am just a sickly woman, most of her life has been spent inside the hospital. How can I choose greater merit points than the SJW Tmiters?.”
[Sometimes you don't realize that the little things you do are the big things that impact other people's lives]
“Hem...”.
I remembered what I had done during my miserable life.
My mother raised me lovingly and it was the best thing I could get from her, while I had never seen my father's face for decades.
Our lives are very bad, because the curse we have makes the view of the people on us so despicable as if they think we are no different from just dirt.
Both of us can only rely on government assistance to get drugs that can extend our lives, but that sometimes gets us in trouble.
One time the medicine did not come because of funding problems. It seems like some of the mice had eaten funds devoted to drug donations so that that month there was no medicine we could drink.
No medicine is the same as death. My body was tormented for days, and so was my mother. We went to hospitals, clinics and dispensaries hoping to get the medicine we needed, but no one provided the service.
They always even chased us out like mom and I were just disgusting dogs. Even after the mother offers her internal organs, they don't care. A person with this curse is considered useless because all parts of his body have been contaminated.
The moon was longer than usual, I kept crying because of the pain I felt. Mother was unceasingly trying to calm me down even though she felt worse pain.
We made it through that month until finally the next drug division time. But the drugs the government gave us were limited so we had to scramble with others to get them.
Mother managed to get one recipe that can make sufferers survive until the next month. Without thinking he immediately gave it to me, a choice that kept me alive at the cost of his own life.
After ten years of fighting together to survive this curse, he finally fell down and would not rise again. In the last moments he still apologized to me for bringing me into this world with a curse that I had to endure for life.
“This world is unfair, you have to be strong against it. Only by force will your words be heard. Don't expect someone to give you a solution, you have to be the solution to every problem.”
After mother's death, I used all the opportunity and strength I had to endure. I climbed from the bottom of Hell to Nirvana. After 20 years of hard struggle I finally conquered the world.