"I've finally found intelligent life."
Ishar sat still while the very last strand of white mist was absorbed from the animal corpse in front of him before he started to slowly levitate forward again.
The white mist was being consumed too rapidly, even if he didn't go under the sun, even if he stood still and did nothing, the white mist was still constantly being used up.
"If other ghosts really exist, I wonder how they can live."
While levitating Ishar was also thinking: "Could it be there is a process I was meant to follow but deviated?"
If Ishar didn't coincidentally connect with the 7 crows mentally and regain his consciousness.
If the crows hadn't mutated and helped hunt other lifeforms, his white mist would've already ran out several times over.
They were too many 'ifs' He couldn't understand how the other ghosts would be able to survive.
As for the group of humans, Ishar didn't plan on interacting with them right now, because there was a huge hurdle that he still hadn't overcome: communication.
Not to consider he wasn't human. And if there was one thing being human had thought him it was that humans didn't like non-humans very much.
This was a different world, and even though those humans looked Caucasian, he would have to run a DNA-test on each to determine if they, were the same human race that Ishar knew.
The language that they were speaking was also one that Ishar had never heard before.
"From their reaction, it seems they hold a negative attitude towards the crows" Ishar noticed that the expression those people made after noticing the crow wasn't the joy of finding prey, but rather it was unfiltered hatred.
"A total of 6 specimens, they would pose a certain level of threat to the crows"
Ishar didn't dare to act recklessly and risk losing any of these 7 crows.
Before he was sure he could mass-produce mutated crows, all of his actions had to be extremely discreet.
...
The wilderness at night was a dangerous place, not only were there various nocturnal animals out to hunt.
But human eyesight was largely limited at night. A man without a fire in the wild was never going to survive the night.
The hunting party of 6 were gathered around a campfire in a heavy, dejected mood.
For some reason, the number of game they could find this year was pathetically low.
Even after three days of hunting, the prey they caught could barely feed themselves, how were they going to feed a whole village?
"Don't think too much about it men, everyone should quickly get some rest. We'll go a bit deeper tomorrow and definitely find more prey" the bearded man, Gran, consoled the party.
Everyone nodded and quickly went to sleep around the campfire, only the young man Strigoi remained awake.
This was his first time with the hunting party, as a complete newbie who couldn't do anything but make mistakes upon mistakes, in addition to the lacking spoils of their trip, Strigoi was feeling a sense of self-blame.
"Hopefully, will have better luck tomorrow." Strigoi consoled himself, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He didn't know that not too far from the camp was Ishar who was hovering in place.
The information he gathered from looking through the crows eyes way vastly different compared to 'seeing' things through his own field of cognition, so he had some new findings.
He found that there was also a thin layer of white mist around the bodies of these people, originating from their forehead.
But unlike the kind that he could absorb, this white mist seemed to contain a bit of will from their owners, and when Ishar got closer.
He discovered that the white mist surrounding him and their white mist were repelling each other.
"What is this white mist? At first I thought it only appeared in dead organisms, but these humans are alive and have it albeit it's different."
Ishar had never seen white mist existing around the bodies of other animals before they died.
He didn't know if this was unique to humans, or if these particular humans were special in any way.
His lack of knowledge was frustrating. People say, 'knowledge is power' . Ishar seemed to have none of it.
He commanded a crow to fly over the camp from above and rain down some 'confetti'.
As the white substance fell, Ishar used his somewhat weak telekinesis to change the trajectory of that substance.
Directly aiming for the face of one person while making sure that a little bit fell on both his mouth and nose.
The man immediately woke up, cursing both the bird and his misfortune, but didn't shout out loud.
He took up a torch and headed for the stream not too far away to wash his face.
On the way, he felt his head to be a bit heavy but didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that he was drowsy from just waking up.
When he arrived at the stream of water, he cupped some water in his hand and began Washing his face.
All of a sudden, he felt something approaching him from behind.
Sensing trouble, he immediately stood up and wanted to turn around to confront whatever or whoever was behind him.
But as soon as he stood, he felt light-headed and wasn't able to put any strength into his body.
A pair of claws accurately pinched his mouth and made sure that he couldn't call out for help.
While several other crows caught his limbs and pinned him down. Despite struggling with all his strength, he couldn't escape from the crows' strong grip.
When the crow had flew over him and pooped on him. It's body fluids had come in contact with him.
So naturally he had already become a carrier of the curse. And it was beginning to take it's toll on him. Starting with fatigue.
Ishar looked at the fallen human observing that as the man became weaker and weaker, the layer of willful white mist around his body also became weaker until it basically didn't exist anymore.
An uncontrollable instinct came out Ishar's soul, telling him to immediately kill that person.
Without hesitation, Ishar ordered the crows to act; as their razor-sharp beaks pecked again and again at his neck, the man's throat was torn open and killed him in mere seconds.
A huge amount of white mist escaped from the man's body.
There was so much here that the amount Ishar managed to absorb in a few seconds was equivalent to the mist he had been absorbing since he woke up and more was still coming out.
Suddenly Ishar had a flash of memory, a memory of when his soul was still unconscious.
When he first appeared, he was able to feel that about 50-60% of himself had disappeared.
And that soon the rest would follow, it was thanks to the huge amount of white mist that came out from his own dead body that kept him from dissipating right away.
At the same time, a bit of memory belonging to this person was slowly absorbed and combined with Ishar's soul.
Aside from the white mist, there was also a bit of aura that went into the crows.
Making them to begin moving about and Making sounds, as if energizing them.
However, there was something else that was mixed with this cool aura.
"Why did I have to die? Why am I the only one who died? Why me?"
"I still want to live, I haven't even asked Sara to marry me, let the others die!!"
The clearest part of what he absorbed was this person's memories before death, together with various negative emotions: anger, grudge, unwillingness, fear, as well as a deep love for life.
"My field of perception and interference force have both greatly increased, and I now have a basic understanding of this world and this place's language."
Sensing the dead man's memories and his own soul becoming complete, Ishar excitedly thought:
"So this is the correct way for a remnant soul to 'level up'
"If I kill the other 5 people, that should be enough to fully replenish my soul, right?"
The white mist that surrounded Ishar's soul reacted to his emotions and began to turn a bit red.
The memories and emotions of the dead man were eroding,Ishar pushing him up satisfy the dead mans wish my killing the others immediately.
But he quickly suppressed these thoughts and impressions.
If it was my non-sentient self from before, I would have followed this thought and committed a massacre in this area.
But thanks to the support of the 7 crows, Ishar was fully sentient and rational.
He knew that if he kept on killing by following this impulse, he would quickly be found out by powerhouses of this world and be exorcised.
That was why he forcefully held back his impulse to kill.