I Died and Became a Hollow, But I Get Stronger by Being an Idiot Chapter 10: Hueco Mundo Karaoke Night

Current EP: 8,660 / 10,000

Alright.

By now, you probably get it: I'm not like other Hollows.

Most of them skulk around in the dark, hunting, devouring, growling.

?

I hold sand fighting tournants with myself and make bone sunglasses for sleeping Adjuchas.

But today, I had a bigger idea.

A revolutionary, world-shaking idea.

"GRUOH!"

(Hueco Mundo… needs a karaoke night!)

Sure, we don't have microphones.

Or speakers.

Or actual music.

But I had rocks.

And sticks.

And an overwhelming disregard for common sense.

So I set to work.

I grabbed a log that was shaped vaguely like a mic stand.

Found a hollowed-out skull for percussion.

And used a long flat bone as a guitar.

By the ti I was done setting up my stage (a raised sand mound), I was already feeling giddy.

[SYSTEM NOTICE: Created Hueco Mundo's first makeshift concert stage — 400 EP]

Current EP: 9,060 / 10,000

Now ca the hard part.

Finding an audience.

Turns out, most Hollows don't like being invited to anything, especially not by soone shouting "GRUOAH! KARAOKE NIGHT, GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE!" while holding a rock mic.

Most ran off.

So threatened to eat .

One threw a bone at my head.

But I did get a couple of curious onlookers — a weird snake-Hollow with a single eye, a spiky bat thing, and so blob creature that just kind of squelched in place.

Good enough.

I took the stage.

Cleared my throat.

And belted out my best Hollow roar rendition of what I rembered from my human life's pop songs.

It was…

It was bad.

Like, sandstorm-summoning bad.

The nearby Hollows winced.

The bat-Hollow actually covered its ears.

The blob creature liquefied in what I can only assu was auditory distress.

[SYSTEM NOTICE: Delivered performance so awful it caused environntal damage — 600 EP]

Current EP: 9,660 / 10,000

Then it happened.

A bigger Hollow, a four-ard bull-headed beast, stomped up.

"GRUAGH. STOP THAT NOISE OR I'LL CRUSH YOU."

I blinked.

Tightened my grip on my rock mic.

"GRUOOOOOH!"

(THIS IS KARAOKE NIGHT, YOU PARTY-POOPING BARN ANIMAL!)

And — in a move of pure, reckless instinct — I chucked the skull-percussion instrunt at his head.

It missed.

But hit a rock, bounced off, and sohow smacked him in the back of his own skull.

He roared in fury and charged.

I scread and bolted, my legs kicking up sand as I fled across the desert.

[SYSTEM NOTICE: Angered a higher-ranked Hollow by bad singing and skull assault — 300 EP]

Current EP: 9,960 / 10,000

I barely made it back to my cave, diving inside as the bull-Hollow crashed into the wall outside, shook the ground, and stord off.

Panting, covered in sand, and sohow more alive than ever…

I grinned.

"GRUHEHEHEHEHE."

One more good, dumb stunt.

That's all I needed now.

[EP: 9,960 / 10,000]