That Unique Monster Who Just Got the 'Consciousness' Passive Skill Chapter 7 Salvation

"..." The swordsman didn't reply instantly. The girl's gaze dropped down.

Yup, I thought, why'd they save ? They're just my bullies.

What then ca off his mouth had imnsely surprised. "...Save him? I'll try that."

My eyes rounded in utter surprise as my jaw dropped open. "Hah?" I was astonished.

"Go now."

And she went away. Did I actually misjudge them ever since the beginning? Uh? I feel so stupid now. They were only trying to save ? God, I should have understood that. How clueless do I have to be? Saving in a weird, elaborate manner, I'll give you that… but still, if they were trying to help, I behaved wrongfully. I thought I'd be saved by them in the first place… but then I spoiled everything by being ungrateful.

Stopping the course of my feet, I watched the girl exit from the backdoor of the main hall of that restaurant. After she left, and after much consideration, I shook my head.

"God, I was wrong." There was just and the father now. I turned my face to his and bowed my head. "I'm sorry I misjudged you—" Just as I was about to say that, however, reality caught up with . For the third ti, the swordsman dashed through space. This ti, he was headed right toward . I couldn't even finish my apology.

And what followed was my first lesson on life. I felt a tightened grip upon my throat. A stifled cry was squeezed out of my mouth. And without realizing it, I was now hanging up in the air. What was more, it was all only due to the human's absurd strength. My legs kept moving on their own when I suffocated. "L-Let go…" I tried to speak, but it was in vain. Everything seriously went too quickly. Panic took hold of my heart.

The man was cold. So cold. "Monster. Did you really think I'd just let you go after that? You forcibly take the boy's life, body, and future, and you just walk away?"

I was powerless and my situation was hopeless. As if I wasn't even worth the dust and trash accumulated under the man's boots, I was tossed to the ground. Again, a stifled cry of pain went out of my throat. Then I coughed, coughed, and coughed. Crap. It hurt a lot.

"Now I'm curious, monster," the man said. His hands dangerously crept up the hilt of his sword. "Who sent you to our Reinred Clan? What's your goal here?" What? I didn't have ti to answer, yet other questions were shoved in my face. "What's your level? A 'low-level monster', she said. The mana leaking off of you… Clearly, you aren't so petty mindless beast, are you? You're high-level. Stop playing with , you motherless bastard. Where are your manners? Don't look down on… I digress. Who sent you here? Who're you under?"

"W-What's it you're talking abou—Guh!" He kicked my stomach.

"Monster. Your manners. Don't play those gas on . Who sent you?"

"W-Weren't you guys…" I was heavily panting. Taking a break to catch my breath, my interlocutor didn't seem to question further. After I caught my breath, here was my opportunity to protect myself. "...Weren't you people talking about… With your daughter, I an… Saving , no…?"

"Oh?" the man frowned. "Saving you, senseless beast? I, of the proud Reinred Clan, saving scum like you? Humph. Why, please don't make laugh." I had no words for that. Only one thought gripped at the mont. I knew nothing about life, but maybe all this was perfectly normal? Killing , disposing of like this. I didn't want to die, but maybe it was normal.

"You don't want to talk? Fair enough," the man unsheathed his sword. I tried to move out of harm's way, but I didn't feel the bottom half of my body very much right now. My arms alone weren't enough to get moving. "Save you, you said. That's… all right. I'll make it quick. Death shall be the salvation you so much wish you had."

My face twisted in shock, but really, I expected that. That line made it pretty clear at least, though. But wasn't this whole misunderstanding going a little bit too far? Wait, was it even a misunderstanding to begin with? The man called a motherless bastard with no manners and a "monster," too. Maybe he knew better than .

The sword lifted up—I stretched a hand towards the man in defense—and it whipped out down to . Slash. My right hand fell from its place. Blood gushed forth. My face was pale, pain carved deep into my features. For my first day, that was sothing. I watched my hand fall and heard it echo a light Thud onto the wooden tile of the place.

"Hm? Weak? Why? Do you not fight? Huh. As you wish, mindless beast. Weak it is, then. Weak." I looked up at him, listlessly, yet with distress. "Your face asks , why is it that you die? You die because you're weak, monster. You decide to be weak."

It couldn't be helped, but I think the man was right. I was weak. Red blood tainted my pants and the ground. And then… wait, what, again? Another slash went off, this ti, at my throat.

Hurriedly, I placed both hands on my throat—wait, but I rembered now that I lacked one hand. Whatever, I at least placed one hand on my throat in order to make the blood stop. My blood just poured out. Weak, powerless, helpless… Na it however you want: it was .

Funnily enough, though, there didn't seem to be any more pain, now. Was I saved? No. That red paint still was going, man. My sense of sight beca all blurred out, and I let myself sink to the ground, where I lay motionless.

This was only the beginning of my story, but after experiencing all of that, there were at least two facts I was sure of. First of all, right now, I was weak. Secondly, if I wanted to live, I needed to be powerful. I an, this whole scene laid it out brilliantly to . If I wasn't powerful, I was dead.

According to the blue writings from earlier, I had just started to be conscious, I think. I definitely rember soone—that feminine, slightly robotic voice—telling that. Damn. I just got here… and now, that was it? Was I really just going to fade away like that?

No way. No way in hell. Over my dead body! Ah, but actually, yeah, no, my body was dead already. Not over my dead body then!

My larynx wasn't damaged despite the stroke I received. I could still speak. "I… can't accept… that…" But only the sound of my assailant's footsteps answered in the sea of silence. He was going away after he cut . He then ca to a stop. So I stretched a hand and muttered so more words. "I… will… kill you…" I squeezed the words out painfully.

But I knew I was just being delusional. Just like that girl had been not too long ago, when she asked whether I rembered her doing this and that or not.

I was dead. Or dead-to-be, for what it's worth. I just had to accept it anyway. That's the way. The only way. Thinking back on it, I really was lost, all things considered. And now, my life was all over…

—Suddenly though,

Ring!

❮ The current Receptacle's HPs are under 1%. As such, the current Receptacle is deed defective. ❯

Huh? Did I hear that correctly?