Tch! I’m a god tier pet and I became a literal god! My health is disrespectful, I’ve got a safe space I can disappear into at any time, and I can GTFO whenever I feel like it. Usually. I just happen to have a cooldown timer. I do too much and I has to go night night.
-Where can we buy sickles and chains for me to practice with?- I ask, Little Corpse, Tits Magee shrieking for some ungodly reason. Logs say... I startled her? By what? Waking up? Sending? Broad sending. I always broad send!
Oh~... Little Corpse just told her I Ascended and then I broad send-ed in her mind when she was trying to figure out if he was joking or not. But I’ve been broad sending! Bish! Catch up!
-Apologies, I put in an order for knives and spears,- Little Corpse grimaces.
Didn’t anticipate my random needs that I don’t even now about yet? How dare?
-Dude, it’s fine. I still haven’t eaten that old crafting monk’s spear. Ack! Phrasing!-
-Must you be this way...?- he lets out a long suffering sigh while turning to Tits Magee to excuse us so that we can go to a basic bish blacksmith for some mass produced blanks and weapons.
It’s weird to read and know Tits Magee wanting to be less brilliant or willing to sully herself with something as filthy as smithing in order to spend more time with a corpse. The fact that an irritating bug made it? She doesn’t think I’m disgusting, I’m pretty enough, but I don’t acknowledge her brilliance, and how dare I compare my fatass to her heavenly beauty? And my white silk matched her straw colored hair and wannabe toga draping silk ass.
Tch! This bish!
Little Corpse hums while idly scritching me until he notices I’m glaring at him. I understand the singing, and agree that my silk is amazing. Not a pet. No petting. Stop it.
I can pet you? Let’s discuss petting rules. I can’t? Stop petting. Fairly simple, yes?
-Apologies,- Little Corpse blushes and I get offended by his potential heavy petting, closing my logs and refuse to read what he was thinking. -That was not my intention,- he sighs, defeated by my nonsense. But~ he keeps provoking my nonsense, so who’s fault is that?
A quick break to buy up to a Shard of food from every restaurant, -- some of these greedy bishes ran out to buy food from stalls, brought that in, then charged me for that! -- effectively clearing out five restaurants, which were the only ones that would serve me when they found out that, no, Little Corpse isn’t going to eat the food. Drinks, desserts, foods. Three empty stalls and four empty restaurants.
[Ghost Pot: +1000/-0]
[Resentment: +5,973,670/-258,956]
[Current Condensed Qi: 1,842,056/29,904,769]
[Current Qi: 53,890/957,945,100]
[Max Will: 23,938,276]
[HP: 23,938,276]
[Current Karma: 119,619,078/234,520,515]
[Resentment Wallet: 200C.St.,113R.Sl.,224R.Sh.,12C.M.R.P.,0D.M.R.N.,10I.D.P.,2A.D.P]
[Mortal Wallet: 12E,691K,180P,697R,179Da,258De,2605k]
[Spirit Wallet: 0Dr,0Ph,0Th,1325Di,126Co,9679St]
Hmm...
[-1 x100 Resentment Shard]
[-1 x100 Spirit Stone]
[Resentment Wallet: 200C.St.,113R.Sl.,224 – 100 R.Sh.,12C.M.R.P.,0D.M.R.N.,10I.D.P.,2A.D.P]
[Spirit Wallet: 0Dr,0Ph,0Th,1325Di,126Co,9679 – 100 St]
[Ghost Pot: +1000/-0]
[Resentment: +5,973,670/-258,956]
[Current Condensed Qi: 1,842,056/29,904,769]
[Current Qi: 53,890/957,945,100]
[Max Will: 23,938,276]
[HP: 23,938,276]
[Current Karma: 119,619,078/234,520,515]
[Resentment Wallet: 200C.St.,113R.Sl.,124R.Sh.,12C.M.R.P.,0D.M.R.N.,10I.D.P.,2A.D.P]
[Mortal Wallet: 12E,691K,180P,697R,179Da,258De,2605k]
[Spirit Wallet: 0Dr,0Ph,0Th,1325Di,126Co,9579St]
-Feel free to keep condensing Resentment, but just in case you need to pay for anything without me awake,- I tell Little Corpse while patting him to troll him for my sugar sponsor thought earlier.
Let’s see how long that shyness lasts, and here’s a tip. Nice ass, muscleman. He sets me down, sits down next to me, and rests his head in his hands. I give his head another pat. He bought me dinner, after all.
I snicker as he groans loudly, shaking his head while keeping it in his hands. I pet him again, comfort pats, and snicker.
-Where next?- We ate, he rubbed elbows, appearances were made, but we haven’t gotten our wards and artifacts.
So we’re going to get free shiz. Supposedly I’m not just absolutely hated or considered an annoyance by everyone. I’m not a threat to their craft, and I’m an adorable mascot for our Sect. The crafters anyway. I’ve been innovating all over the place, doing what I thought was basic bullshit, -- condensing stuff makes stuff? -- but I was doing it in quantities that people thought were better spent making other shiz. I’m a fun silly cuddlebug.
Mostly they were offended that my Servant is more popular than I am. Imagine creating a weapon, wielding it to do great things, and no one gives you credit. You couldn’t do it without the sword! Bish, I made the sword, how does that not make me great?!
So there are people who love Little Corpse, some of them would like to do so literally, and people who are offended that my Servant is getting any recognition. Are we going to accidentally a civil war? Tool wielders versus tool admirers?
-We’re all tools here,- I nudge Little Corpse who is still groaning sobbing at the fact that there are corpse fuckers and my Logs prove it. Don’t think I’m consoling him. Heh.
“I thought so!”
My mood is killed by a shout and the sight of Poor Pretty marching down the road towards us. Judging by the fact that Little Corpse immediately stops bemoaning his fate to stand up and frown down Poor Pretty while tucking me against his side, I’m not the only one who wonders how Poor Pretty is still alive with all of the things he’s done.
“Tch! Give me a loan!” he juts his chin at me, stopping within punching distance.
I’m sorry what? I go to my Logs to see what nonsense he’s trying to get up to, and he’s going down a long list of grievances he blames me for. He came into a sudden windfall, upgraded all of his shiz, and then got fined for all the shiz he did to other Disciples or potential Disciples.
How the fack is that my fault?
He’s been selling off his fancy clothes and he’s stuck with some normal hunan commoner bullshit? My fault, how? Had just purchased and upgraded a couple of war fans and had to sell them? How dare I bring up investigations where we get fined for being dicks because they retroactively punished him...? He’d upgraded his robes that help gather and protect from Resentment for ease of cultivation, and he’s had to sell them because I proved that you can do more with more Resentment...?
Help! My head! This counts as an attack right? Befuddlement? I get in trouble for that shiz every time I spread my wings!
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
He had a home on Sect grounds, but he’s renting that out to lower level Disciples that just made it out of the Graves and he’s managed to claim an entire Hovels cave for himself to free up space and stay closer to the Graveyards to farm more Resentment and treasures. I’m sorry, the Hovels are closer to a portal to the Graveyards?
“I’ll pay you back,” he snaps, afraid that my lack of response is hesitation in getting paid back versus a brain hemorrhage from the stupidity of his request.
-You’re trolling me, right? Do you think you’ll survive continuing to anger me?- I remind him. If anything we’ve been told not to kill one another. -Are you high? Are you stupid? After all you’ve done, do you dare?-
“Tch!” he glares, but not directly at me. He gives a quick nod, then before I can skip to the Logs he turns back to me. “Then tell me how you made your soldier!”
...
I go into my Logs to find out that he knows how expensive Corpse Preservation knowledge is and he straight up plans to sell the information piecemeal while creating a powerful Soldier to help him gather more Resentment. He’s trying to fuck me over, disable my awesome lead with my powerful Soldier, and use his new tools to get his shit back.
And it’s not personal. He’s not doing it because he hates me. He’s above that. He just wants to be considered an amazing Cultivator. Not a god. Not legendary. He wants people to know his name, and remember him. The rest of us are either inconsequential or potential resources. Not even inconveniences because we’re not important enough.
-I can afford killing you. Why are you here?- I ask, honestly confused.
I understand what he thinks he’s doing, but how does he not understand that I can kill him, and it wouldn’t cost me anything. There’s main character syndrome, but at this point I’m pretty sure I made the MC. Little Corpse is an amazing from simple farmer to Undead cultivator with access to nearly endless resources.
“Am I inconveniencing you? No! Why wouldn't I dare? What do you get from killing me?” he snaps.
Logs? Say he’s dead serious. He thinks I’m an idiot for even making such an empty threat.
-*You’ve tried to kill me. Three times. And you stole from me,*- I remind him.
It’s weird to see his brain switch gears considering how decisive he is. I get to watch as he mentally tries to remember when we’ve interacted, replays who I am and what those interactions were, then hold up a fucking hand and mouth the numbers as he counts. The fact that he iterates through the fingers of one hand repeatedly, touching the tips of his finger with the tip of his thumb as he goes, isn’t helping.
“I’m sorry! I’m here!” someone shouts, robes flapping around their legs as they run, flailing one hand while the other holds a series of what appear to be folders or sheaths of paper. Dark eyes shining brightly, straight long dark hair in a high ponytail, robes that look like a black version of the robes the monks wore, I get to recognize this person as a scholar or an administrative clerk. “I got the report and the previous reports! We can begin!”
...
My head hurts. I sigh, gently groom my noggin, going over my eyes and mouth, -- I clean myself frequently, but don’t actually clean the part that actually cleans everything. Huh... -- and just gently rubbing my aching head while I do it. I’d rather go to sleep then deal with this new level of fuckery, but apparently I haven’t burned through all of my “action points” yet.
“I’ve received a report and request from ‘Little Corpse’, Grave Lord, Rank II, on behalf of ‘Eclipsed Rainbow’, Grave Lord, Rank I, on offenses perpetrated by ‘Heart’s Disarray’, Grave Marker,” the weird little clerk says, giving a quick dip and head bob, knees bending slightly before he straightens up as he correctly identifies and acknowledges everyone present. “Little Corpse seeks to take action against Heart’s Disarray for offense to Eclipsed Rainbow including, but not limited to, repeated annoyance.
“Normally being annoying doesn’t warrant punishment unless it’s to a point where it becomes actual harassment, so let’s see if we have a case for harassment here,” the clerk says, beaming at everyone individually while pulling out his papers. Once he’s done acknowledging everyone again he starts going through what I’m assuming are reports. “So, first off, it looks like Heart’s Disarray has a rather extensive list of criminal acts against Vengeful Ghost Flame Sect including, but not limited to, harming other disciples and people attempting the Sect’s entry challenge.” The clerk pauses, looking up and frowning in disappointment at Heart’s Disarray who looks completely unfazed. “On the other hand, Eclipsed Rainbow appears to mark and capitalise on Resentment Wells that would endanger the Sect by garnering negative outside attention.
“Is that accurate?” the clerk pauses to ask and I’m blown away by the fact that he’s going to let us choose if we’re innocent or not.
“My Master has either sent me to report on numerous amoral Resentment Mills or allowed me to and then taken the spawned Resentment as their own in order to punish the Mills’ creators, yes,” Little Corpse says and I briefly remember that I was supposed to make reports but left it up to the girls and Little Corpse to figure out.
“Tch! I took potential disciples and actual disciples and Forged them in Resentment and created Resentment from them in order to pay off the time it took to monitor them,” Heart’s Disarray snaps. He honestly believes they owed him for torturing them and “forging” them into Resentment cultivators regardless of if they survived. “It was a lot of work and cost effort that could have been spent elsewhere! Why shouldn’t I get paid?”
“Noted and Recorded...” the clerk says, reaching out and seemingly pulling out another packet of paper from thin air. “You’ve engaged in combat numerous times, correct?”
-He attempted to kill me several times after I was told this is a Sect where we don’t attack other Disciples, yes!- I snap. -I was told that some of the attempts didn’t count because I wasn’t a recognized Disciple despite being rewarded and punished as if I were. And even after that he targeted me knowing that I’m a member of the Sect!-
“I’m a member of the Ghost Sect, not this sub-branch. Why should I treat it like an equal? Tch!” Heart’s Disarray snaps, sucking his teeth and looking away, haughty AF.
Wait, so you can move between Sect branches? And depending on your Sect you were treated differently? Or is this dude just a sociopath?
“Mm,” the clerk gives a small twitch, barely a head nod, pulling another pack of paper out of the air. This time he keeps his attention on whatever report he was already reading, reaching out and grabbing the new pack without looking. “Now. When you were actively combating one another it appears that you, Eclipsed Rainbow, were unaware that devouring or purifying Soldiers allowed you to claim them. Is that true?” he says, eyes looking up to make eye contact, but his head still bowed over his papers.
-I didn’t realize I was storing spirits and bodies in my Ghost Pot, no...- I grumble. It’s embarrassing enough without Heart’s Disarray guffawing at me. -I’ve stored Essence since before I could walk. I figured I was just gathering energy.-
“Tch, you lie!” Heart’s Disarray’s laughter cuts off immediately before he turns his head away, face screwed up in an expression of distaste and disgust.
-You think I’ve just gotten lucky? I produced Essence silk since I was a grub! How do you think I became famous? Huh? I learned to adapt and produce. You’re just annoying! Tch!- He’s trying to become a name everyone knows? He knows me and never questioned it!
“Someone breaks into my Master’s home, and I’m just supposed to ignore it?” Heart’s Disarray snaps. “I recognized the spirit sisters, but I thought they were just being nosy and looking for things for their greedy master to eat. If it doesn’t want to lose them, it should pay more attention!”
“It’s” going to Devour his soul. “It’s” going to drain every bit of knowledge that he knows. “It’s” going to be remembered more in his Sect than he ever would be. “It’s” going to slap him in a basic corpse and put him to work. See if “it” doesn’t!
“Is there anything else either party would like to report before the ruling?” the clerk looks up, coolly polite and no longer friendly. Wuh-oh.
“My Master would like to report that Heart’s Disarray has made several demands for money, including but not limited to Heart’s Disarray stating that Widow’s Sigh had made a request for my Master to provide funds, and, at the time before this Review, demanding a ‘loan’ of no set amount and no set period to pay back said loan. Heart’s Disarray has also demanded information of my Master’s Corpse Preservation technique with no mention of compensation.
“My Master is ignorant, not stupid, and Heart’s Disarray has attempted to take advantage of what he perceives to be a lack of intelligence.” Little Corpse finishes, bowing respectfully before straightening and standing patiently.
“Like any of that is against the rules!” Heart’s Disarray scoffs, flicking his short sleeve at us. “If you’re master is stupid enough to do what anyone tells them, how is that my fault?”
-How much is the fine for killing Heart’s Disarray?- I ask the clerk.
“It would cost 10,000 Resentment for killing one of the potential heirs of the main Ghost Sect,” the clerk says, eyes blank as if he’s reciting the information.
[-1 Resentment Shard]
[Resentment Wallet: 200C.St.,113R.Sl.,124 – 1 R.Sh.,12C.M.R.P.,0D.M.R.N.,10I.D.P.,2A.D.P]
[Ghost Pot: +1000/-0]
[Resentment: +7,223,820/-299,121]
[Current Condensed Qi: 1,842,241/29,905,015]
[Current Qi: 58,040/957,945,100]
[Max Will: 23,939,304]
[HP: 23,939,304]
[Current Karma: 119,620,063/23,4520,515]
[Resentment Wallet: 200C.St.,113R.Sl.,123R.Sh.,12C.M.R.P.,0D.M.R.N.,10I.D.P.,2A.D.P]
[Mortal Wallet: 12E,691K,180P,697R,179Da,258De,2605k]
[Spirit Wallet: 0Dr,0Ph,0Th,1325Di,126Co,9579St]
-Keep poking at me and calling me greedy? Hmph! Put him to work immediately,- I turn to Little Corpse who gives a deep bow and then goes eerily still. -*You’ve got special knowledge? You think I’m stupid? Let’s see how special you are when you work for me!
-I’m a bank in a pay-to-win Sect and you continue to insult me? How much is your life worth? I won’t kill you, huh? See how I dare!-
You are in Book VI(6)
The Entitled Ghost Reserve
Unless the title changes
1, 2, 3, 4, & 5 (1-5) stubbed on RR, published on AmazonKU
6 posting on RR, posted on Patreon, published on Amazon
7 will post on RR, posted on Patreon, published on Amazon
8 will post on RR, posting on Patreon, WIP
TL;DR Section:
?? Grimdark Cozy, all the slice of life, all the death, all the gore, none of the random smex. There's enough nonsense without "romantic" relationships.
( Relationships aren't will they won't they but people trying not to kill each other because that's a power play.)
?? Snarky MC that thinks like a comment section, refuses to read, and didn't play the tutorial, trapped in someone else's dream life with absolutely no interest in playing along, much less being nice about it
?? Author enjoys solo-playing Wurm (Online/Unlimited) **unmodded**, watching extras in movies for that one who's EXTRA, and always wonders what happened in those two years where MC went from ignorant to badass.
You have been warned. Nice people left reviews. Read them for a heads up.
?? Spoiled isn't the only series, it's just the most upbeat one. First book in the series was my fifth or seventh novel, people liked it better, then they drowned in the background and from lack of smex...? RIP...?
