My Evil System

Before the war with the Goblins and Grendelkin.

A woman with pink curly hair that cascaded down to her knees was looking at the thousands of goblin army at the center of a wide magic circle.

Her left eye was covered with her fringe, and she was wearing a dark robe that hid her frame while the hood of the robe covered her head.

She was about to cast a spell when she heard the voice from behind her. She turned around and saw a man with long white hair donned in a white robe. She couldn't discern his face under his hood, for it was forever shrouded in blurs.

"Is it ready?" the man asked.

"Yes," the girl replied and lowered her head.

"Remember to destroy everything and don't let anyone escape. Every soul is important."

The girl looked to the side and fumbled her fingers. "I-I know."

The man then left without a trace, and Lucille breathed the air she held.

Talk about being scary. She thought.

She raised her staff and chanted a spell. The magic circle glowed, giving light to the night, and with it, a portal was created, and the goblins clamoured to be the first to go inside the portal.

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[Lucille's POV]

W-where am I?

A little disoriented, I checked my surroundings.

Oh, right. I'm in Rustin in Castle Rock Town.

I slapped my cheeks so as to disperse the nervousness in my system.

He didn't have to come to visit me like that. I thought. Now I was all rattled up. But time to get this done and over with.

. . . Where was I again?

Agh, right . . .

The destruction of this town and the annihilation of all creatures inside it as a tribute to the one true god.

I checked my map and found that the goblins and my Grendelkin were in position. For a bunch of idiotic goblins, they sure followed their leaders' orders to a letter.

Not me, of course. The Hobgoblins and Shamans were the leaders of their group. While I was the . . . uhm . . . what was I again?

C-chief? Chief in command?

Whatever that means.

These Hobgoblins and Shamans were easy to boss around. Just promised them lands and lairs and they would follow you to the ends of the world.

Alright, time to light this night with a bang.

But first . . . I needed to position myself away from the battlefield.

I had zero mana, after all. I've used it all to transport this big bulk of creatures in this town. Without mana, I was a sitting duck for others to pry upon and kill.

I could eat food, potions, or sleep to replenish my mana but . . . my mana was so huge to be replenished by potions and food, and my spells required a lot of mana. So . . . I have to at least consumed like twenty [Mana Potions] to use a single spell. That was so expensive and I was broke at the moment.

Not because I used it all to buy food or anything.

And I couldn't sleep since I had to . . . uhm . . . see this battle to the end.

When I was in position, I waited for the night to fall, and when the creatures inside that town were too drunk to even get up.

That would make everything easier.

I was so sure that no one would find out about my armies here. After all, we had planned this carefully. We would launched the attack before the party so everyone were busy and marrying throughout the night.

We also made sure that the representatives from other kingdom got hold of this information, late of course, so they didn't have any choice but to leave the area. We planted the seed of idea that if they alerted this town then we would go to Bluebell first and wreak havoc inside it.

Though they acquired the information about an impending attack, it was already too late for Castle Rock Town.

Not to brag, but . . . I was number fourteen in our group. That's a high number considering how many we were in our organization.

S-still . . . I was nervous despite how many times I was doing this. I couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong. I couldn't get this nervousness and negativity out of my system no matter what I did. It was encoded within me.  I was born with it.

I took deep breaths. Deep calming breaths.

This was no time to have a nervous breakdown. I repeatedly told myself.

I used my telescope when I noticed that something wasn't right. There were numerous shadows going to and fro in the battlements.

Spying on what was going on, I noticed that they were arming the castle.

Haa . . . I tilted my head. Did they notice?

They were still partying a minute ago.

Biting my nails while my other hand scratched my head, I walked back and forth, muttering to myself.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. What to do? What to do? How did they notice? How did they? This plan was supposed to be perfect. Perfect!

"What went wrong? What went wrong? This isn't supposed to happen!"

I squatted on the ground and scratched my head vigorously until my long nails scraped my scalp.

Wait . . . this was within the range of tolerance for mistakes. I could still win this war as long as I had the Grendelkin and the Goblins' numbers.

Right. Right. I kept muttering to myself as I sketched the strategy on the dirt with my finger.

Yes!

Yes!

Still within the range of mistakes!

I shot to my feet and looked over the castle.

All the delegates from every nation left a moment ago. There was no one left to protect the castle but its inhabitant and some low level hunters. It was the advantage of attacking a back water town such as this one.

I have to finish this today before Edward can arrive with reinforcement.

The castle drawbridge was pulled down and came pouring out the inhabitants and players alike. Clumsy as they were, they managed to get into formation and surrounded the castle before the Goblins could engage them.

I bit my nails as I watched the carnage from happening. There was no way that they could fight this horde of goblins.

Right? Right?

My breath hitched in my lungs when I noticed that the inhabitants with higher ATP and the Hunters from the guild all went after my Grendelkin first.

They wanted to finish my Grendelkin, it seemed.

Calm down. Clam down.

My Grendelkin had a magical item with it. It's made by the number seven, so it's very effective.

I didn't have any nails to bite anymore when the teachers and hunters cornered my Grendelkin and fired all sorts of Magical spells against it, trying to kill it as soon as possible.

Without blinking, my eyes strained red, wanting to pop from their sockets when all their magical spells hit my Grendelkin.

I only breathed the air I held when the Grendelkin came out fine after the series of magical spells that hit it. The magical item proved to be useful when my Grendelkin came out unscathed.

And instead of damage, my Grendelkin's HP went back to more than half. That magical item was very effective. I mused to myself.

I would really be disappointed if my Grendelkin died just like that. That creature was so hard to acquire, after all.

It was not like I birthed it. Oh no. No. No. I just happened to . . . stumble upon it. Yeah. Not like I kidnapped it from the woman who birthed it or anything.

My Grendelkin roared in new vigor, but it was not my nature to celebrate. My nature was to get nervous about every little thing.

Even the Goblins army was laying waste to every inhabitant and hunter, and my victory was assured with my Grendelkin joining in the fray – I felt forever uneasy, like something would definitely go wrong.

That was how awesome to be me.

I wonder what it felt like not to get nervous and worried all the time.

Huh?

I looked at the horizon when a balloon went out from the castle walls.

Were they going to escape?

Oh no. oh no. Oh no. I walked back and forth, clutching my head in despair.

Number two said that to eliminate everyone! If that blurry guy knew about this . . .

I shivered, and my eyes went to the back of my head.

NO!

( . . . continuation on NOTES)