207 Helpless Reality (1/2)

Jennie didn't dally and quickly opened the small bottle. A piece of paper was written on the cap with words that say: Bleeding Salve.

She scooped the greenish-red paste with two fingers and applied it on top of the cut wound.

The mutated dog trembled every time she applied the ointment, but it never pulled away nor created noise. It silently endured the stinging sensation coming from the treated wound.

Jennie bit her lips furiously when she realized that the vertical cut was at least one foot long and a few inches deep. It was also around the foreleg portion which prevented the mutated dog from placing the injured leg down.

If it chose to use its injured leg, the pressure from its body weight would hasten the opening of the wound and would cause much severe bleeding.

She etched those two vulgar faces (for her) in her memory and swore that she would teach them a lesson.

When her gaze met with the mutated dog, she smiled and masked her anger with a cheerful expression.

”Auu? Auu, aau?...(Are you okay? It must hurt a lot, right?)”

”Ah! Au! Auu...(Hey! Don't close your eyes! I think its bad omen to close your eyes when you're like this.)”

”Auu? Au...(Are you also by yourself? Like me...)”

Jennie continued chatting nonsensical topics with the mutated dog. Sometimes she even wondered whether it could even understand her, especially with the weird sounds coming out from her mouth.

At one point while she was talking endlessly, the mutated dog closed its eyes which caused her to panic. Thankfully, its chest was still heaving up and down indicating that it's still breathing.

Jennie wiped the tear that almost fell from the corner of her eyes and sighed deeply.

'Was it tired? Do I need to hunt carriers for it? Should I feed it something?'

Jennie had a lot of questions in mind. It was the first time she cared for something else for the past few days. Normally, she extracted herself from communicating with others because she hates it when she gets treated as handicapped. It only worsens her mood, so he decided not to talk to anyone. Besides, people who talk to her always have hidden motives. Sometimes appearance could lead to trouble if you don't have the capability to secure yourself.

Jennie scanned his dimensional storage and found a few Giant Rats she hid on a corner to be used for later trades. Despite the Giant Rat outbreak from the mines, meat was still a scarce food resource.

An excellent grade Giant Rat with little to no damage could sell for at least two to three thousand credit points. Its hide would be processed to leather while its meat would be sold or served as rat steak or kebab. The bones could be sold at Black Haven Marketplace and would be ground, turning it into bonemeal or additional strengthening material for the forging process which adds +1 Endurance.

Jennie knew nothing about that since she focused on adjusting her movements with her speed. Most of her stats were poured solely into Speed which resulted in her becoming The Blur. She only needed to get velocity, then slam the dagger into the carrier's neck or eye to kill them.

When she meets D1's she would only distract it until others killed it via bow or crossbow. When she encounters an H1? She runs away while making sure that she lures it in the process. This is why the police treat Jennie as an important asset in operations.

She picked an already cooked Giant Rat and placed it in front of the mutated dog. With the new smell wafting its way through its senses, the mutated dog weakly opened its eyes. It saw the cooked Giant Rat in front of it, but instead of gobbling it immediately, it turned and faced Jennie in confusion.

”Aa, auu. (It's yours, you can eat it.)”

The mutated dog sniffed the Giant Rat as if trying to see whether something was wrong with it. After several seconds, due to hunger of feeling weak, it gobbled the Giant Rat in one bite.

It chewed a few times, creating a series of bones crackling which raised Jennie's curiosity. 'Would it spat the bones out?'

The answer was... it didn't!

After chewing repeatedly, the rat bones were crushed into smaller sizes and the mutated dog gulped down the whole Giant Rat without spitting anything out.

'Ohh!' Jennie exclaimed after getting her curiosity satisfied.

As she continued to watch the mutated dog, she was surprised to see that vitality returned into its gaze. It even tried getting up but was prevented by Jennie due to its injured leg.

Then she was further shocked when she witnessed the mutated dog test whether it could lay its left leg flat on the ground. It was able to do so but only for a second before having to raise it again. Unlike carriers who can convert energy into immediate healing, the mutated dog only received slow regeneration after it converted its energy.

Jennie clapped enthusiastically after seeing the drastic change in the mutated dog's condition. She sent a thumbs up and congratulated the dog even though she only produced weird sounds.

The mutated dog turned towards her while limping. Then it started to growl while emitting a murderous aura.

Jennie tilted her head while frowning. She felt something weird. It was like she could feel the seething anger of the mutated dog as it cursed the humans it once served. She could even feel the disappointment and hatred burning inside its heart.

Jennie didn't shy away from those feelings but embraced it.

The sadness, the fear, the anger.

At one point in getting drowned with the intense feelings that washed upon her, she started crying.

Because both of them were alike.