Who are you pertaining to?

Wait. You can't feel anything bad jn your stomach at all. That sound didn't came from you. So that means...

"Are you hungry?" Is that my voice!? It's definitely improved to the point where I don't sound like a dying dehydrated donkey. It has that sort of masculine tone to it too.

The girl sniffled, weeping while still not looking at me, she brushed off the tears in her shining amber eyes. She sat at the corner, all hunched up, until she looked up at me. As if on instinct, the girl closed her eyes and lowered her head. "Mom. Dad. Save me..."

You remember being lost in the mall when you were little and you were crying like this girl is. The only difference was you were surrounded by people and not trees. You also had a nice Mall Staff help you find your parents. However, this old game of roundabout is really ticking you off. You don't have all night to spend with this girl. It's not your job to be her babysitter.

"If you want, follow me. If you don't, you can just stay there." She refused to do or say anything, is she deaf? This kid probably won't survive alone. No matter how heartless you are, something inside you tells that you should still save her.

"If that's how you want it to be, then fine." You grabbed her by the arms with just enough **** to carry her. She turned to look at you and was terrified by the sudden development of events. You opened your gaping maw filled with those nasty tentacles and chucked her inside. With a status effect, you induced sleepiness in her.

You aren't going to eat her, but it's easier for you to carry her around like this. The Sleep Status should keep her from thrashing around. As for the tentacles, she'd manage. As long as you dont make any unnecessary movements everything should be a-ok.

You carried her to the village you were just headed towards, night turned into day as the dawn breaks from the horizon. It was a long trek away, occasionally you encountered some animals but it's better to just avoid them especially when you have a human inside your stomach.

Looking from outside, you arrived at a wreckage. The houses are broken down with barely anything standing. Smoke and fire is coming from the burning buildings. And that unmistakable scent of blood. The rotting corpses littered the town. This is undoubtedly a massacre, from what you can see the villagers don't even have proper weapons. Instead, the few who were armed only carried a pitchfork, and a bow or two.

Is this the girl's hometown? All these destruction only fueled your rage at the wasted effort. You could punch someone just about now. You turned around to see a familiar figure and a platoon of armed undead?! They wore chainmail armor. Their spears and bows are already aimed directly towards you. These guys should be classified as "Greater Undead". Tiers above of what you can summon. To be able to control a huge number of high-ranking undead, the leader should have a strong aptitude with ****. If you are perhaps confident in your necromancy you could try taking their troops under your control.

"Hey boss! That's the one I was talking about. This bitch killed my teammates. He's got the sacrifice too, when we was just about to get her inside." That's the black t-shirt guy. Then this one must be...

"One more word, and you'll be the one I'll cut down. I do not want to listen to any more of your whining." The boss was easily towering his subordinates, he is covered with full plated dark armor and armed with a longsword that exudes a dark deathly aura. This is exactly what you had in mind when you think of an overlord of ****. He spoke with a husky tone common to undead, "And what of use to me is a mindless Bioferric? Our war against Dark and Light is still waging and you show me this inferior specimen? You are wasting my time on this. The reason you were hired is to stop the dark or the light from interfering in the ritual." The Leader and his servants turned to the bowing man. This **** Lord seems to be very strong, much stronger than you. He's comparably stronger than Citrinas, this is not something you have a chance of winning against head on, especially while you are carrying this girl in your stomach.

"Wait! Please reconsider, this one is unlike the others. I am sure he would prove useful in combat. Other than that, he could be a greater threat someday. Please, just listen!"

"I gave you your chance." He unsheathed his sword, and with one quick slice the man's head fell to the ground. The spray of blood that followed could even be considered as an art, albeit a gory one. The clean slice indicates the mark of a skilled swordsman. Not someone you could defeat in physical attributes either. Luckily for you, you had a plan. 'Obliterate' had been charging all this time. You just need to delay him a bit.

"I am no meager beast." You've gotten his attention. He calmly walked towards you, unaware of the danger he'd just put himself into. "So you are sentient too? Then I must ask, what side are you in?" With a quick motion, his sword is already pointed at your face.

Nervously, you stifled a reply."The Dark. I work for the dark lords Carnachias and Melanoche." "Melanoche? Who must you be pertaining to? Do not waste my time with your lies." He doesn't know either? Something is going on here...

"I am a priest of the dark god Melanoche, I am not lying." "This Dark God of yours that I had never heard of before. Will she protect you from this?" He kicked you square in the face, knocking you off to the ground.

"Join my army, and you will be allowed to live. Answer quickly." The **** of his kick made me quite dizzy. I tried to stand up, but I can't quite see. Your heart is racing, if you'll die someday, you'd rather die rich!

"5."

"4."

"3."

"2."

"1." Just in time.

Obliterate.