Aeon Nether & Idol Effigy

Chapter 12- Assistant

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In that room that succeeds to dissatisfy the many expectations that come with an adventure fantasy type of world, I was reminded of the hospital's trafficker room. Well, maybe it wasn't called a trafficker room and could have been used for something else. But my point is that this room was relatively empty, even with the people that are examining my value within it.

I felt like the open floor plan still allowed me to hide. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I can't help but only feel uncomfortable seeing these people as sentient or deserving of any emotion that I could spare for them.

I mean, the mere fact that they made me sit near a place with so many weapons on display is shocking enough as it is. But the most telling thing about these people would be how they reacted to me taking a knife off of its mount on the wall and were allowing me to hold it without a word.

If they were decent, maybe they'd help or say something. Maybe one of them will come up and question my actions rather than telling me off outrightly. I imagine that a 4 year old who has ownership of a dungeon and hasn't received basic education getting hold of a knife might mean something in this world. But I received no response, but the continual understanding that their eyes are still watching me like they were thinking about my value.

Maybe I'm exaggerating somewhat when describing them, but they honestly lack any care towards me even as they were watching me. It's hard to imagine how this world's safety system works.

Firstly, I don't think I've been recognised as a person, as can be understood from my first meeting with the groups of people that the alarm brings. I acknowledge I'm a child and they acknowledge that I'm helpless if they do something bad. I suppose it's not something most people in this world can do something against. Who were you supposed to call when the designated help for all things ability, dungeon and people were saying that they helped you? It's not like I can call it corrupt, because I don't know if it was a system that was born corrupt.

All I knew was that this room of people were only succeeding at convincing me that I was similar to the mutated goblin that I met and killed in the hospital. Rare in that I have some value, as I owned a dungeon and was weak due to my physical body being that of a child.

I really think that I can't treat these kinds of people as anything, but trash that would prefer if I entertain them with my death. Remorse or sentiments for the good won't do me any good.

Nearing the end of my line of thought, the door opened from where the people that brought me here had gone. I was a bit disappointed that they didn't have a stick with them this time too. You'd have thought they'd get some gear to aid them in protecting their own prestige as ability users. Honestly, these people that were trying to pass off as adults were getting on my nerves. I mean was I supposed to look at them with anything else than the exact same disgust they had on their faces.

No, you get what you give. Call me fair instead of rude and grow up to become better than these people. By that I mean an adult who deserves to be seen and called an adult in some respects.

At that moment my biological family entered looking annoyed. I wonder what they'll spout now-

"Get up!", snapped the woman who was supposed to be my mother. I think she was looking at me.

"We were looking for you everywhere! You can't just run away from school!", shouted the two who were pretending to be my brothers. Again, they were talking in my general direction.

Of course, I didn't move. I just looked at them and looked at the wall I took the knife from. Don't get me wrong I wasn't doing this to annoy or anger them further. It was just a bonus I received when I pretended I didn't understand them. I am just a 4 year old that has lacked almost any interaction with people for most of my life here. Don't mind me.