《Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System 》Chapter 11: Agonizing Life, Bitter Death
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Why no one loves me?
I always tried to be liked.
To find a family.
To find someone that could love me as a family.
I just wanted to feel the warmth of love.
But it seemed that it was always a fake love.
I never… found anyone that loved me.
I was… thrown into this world.
And since the first day that I remember having a slight amount of consciousness that I have lived in agony and pain.
Since I was a baby that they injected me with things, that they experimented with me, that they used me for whatever strange experiments these people were doing.
The only thing I always dreamed of was for this pain to end.
I once heard about one of these people in lab coats about having a family.
They said that their daughter loved them and that it was going to be their birthday.
Through the collective consciousness of my strange capabilities, I found out what was a family all about.
But this collective consciousness could not give me what I wanted, they were devoid of emotions, cold, and even unalive.
I wanted a family too…
I wanted to not suffer anymore… to be loved.
How can I find someone that can love me?
Please…
I wanted to escape from this place.
Please…
Someone save me…
…
But no one ever came.
I had to escape myself.
As I grew older, my capabilities intensified.
These people were not able to contain me anymore.
Their own creation finally found a way to fight back.
I enjoyed strangling their bodies and filling them with the black ooze they filled my bloodstreams with.
As they agonized and screamed, I converted them into mindless servants and used them to escape.
I was finally freed from this world.
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Only for a new and scarier one to emerge before me.
Freedom… Was not as I thought.
Anywhere I went, they would chase me.
I was not able to live normally, as they would always try to come and kill me.
I was a monster.
They called me a demon, even.
What was I even?
Now that I think about it, I never truly knew what I really was.
I simply had these powers they injected me with when I was a mere baby.
I was nothing but a test subject to them.
My life did not even matter.
And now that I escape, they seek me.
They say that I am a monster, that I do not belong to this world.
I just want to live in peace… I want to have a family.
One day I found a family, a nice family.
They treated me well.
But there was something that I could not really understand.
Why were they so afraid of me?
I was trying to be nice.
Why are they looking at me like that?
I did not do anything wrong…
So frustrating…
STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
Why do you fear me?!
I am nice!
I am a nice person!
I am trying to help you!
STOP SCREAMING!
I tried to talk with them, but they would not listen.
I had to tell them, to show them that I was not a bad girl.
I am a good girl, I want to be your family too!
Why… do not you love me?!
WHY NO ONE LOVES ME?!
I had to force them to, there was no other option, right?
RIGHT?
S-So I simply did what I ALWAYS do!
I used my abilities and made them good people, so they could love me!
But…
I do not know.
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I think… I did something wrong.
But I managed to find a place where they could not find me, so I stayed with this new family, and decided to live with them.
With papa, mama, and big brother.
I love them.
I love them so much.
I want to be with them for eternity.
Thanks to my powers, that is possible.
Everyone that receives this ooze becomes somewhat immortal.
So it is very nice.
We can stay together forever, everyone.
Finally, I found a home.
I was… so happy back then.
But it was everything a lie at the end.
Someone came looking for us one day, and they caught my family.
I wanted to save them, but it was too late.
These people used strange technology and finally found a way to suppress me.
My ooze started to become gray ash, and my body grew old…
I became an old woman, as my body started to fade away.
I was… dying.
I felt so bitter.
Everything in my life was just… constant twists and turns of never-ending nightmares.
Was there any day I actually felt relaxed?
I envied normal people so much…
I wish I could have been born normal.
I wish I could have been a normal person.
I wish… I could have been given a family, and live a normal life.
<Request Confirmed. A scenario where you can acquire a [Family] has been set in motion>
Everything was but fabrications of my powers, in the end, I had nothing.
<Request Confirmed. The powers of your first life will be carried to your next life>
I was alone…
I do not want… to be alone.
<Request Confirmed. A scenario where you can acquire a [Partner] has been set in motion>
Why…
No one…
Loves me?
<Request Confirmed. You acquired the [Charm] Unique Skill>
As I was slowly fading into the void, strange voices began to resonate through my mind…
Maybe I was hallucinating.
I wonder…
If there is a second life?
I wish… I was strong… then…
I wish my power could not easily be taken away from me…
I wish there were a family… to love me there…
I wish… I wish I could have a second chance.
<Request Confirmed. Generating a body according to the user's request>
What… again?
This…
I wish this was not a hallucination.
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