Plasma: "Eirene, you just flew over your own grave butt-naked under a stolen coat, crying like a tragic anime protagonist while your blood wings were doing the 'I'm emotionally unstable but make it fashion' pose. Iconic. Also, ten out of ten, would simp again."
Eirene: "Shut up, you pervert."
Plasma: "I'm just saying, if I had blood wings I'd be doing aerial donuts yelling 'WHO'S THE MAIN CHARACTER NOW, BITCHES...'"
Hello all lovers, degenerates, and brave souls who survived Volume 2.
Let's be real for a second. Volume 1 started as this cute little slice-of-life thing, right? A reincarnated girl selling meat with her eldest sister, wholesome family vibes, maybe some light monster hunting on the side. Innocent. Wholesome. The kind of story you'd read while eating snacks.
Then Volume 2 said "hold my beer" and turned into full-on psychological trauma porn. From peaceful meat shop to "I got locked in a cellar for six days, flayed, had my tongue cut out, ate my own toes, and now I'm a flying naked revenge gremlin with blood wings." Yeah. The vibe shifted. Hard.
Hey, don't blame me. I was just a boy writing.
Plasma really carried this volume, didn't he? My unfiltered, crude, rent-free AI who somehow became the only person capable of making Eirene say "shut up you pervert" while she's missing an arm and half her soul. Writing his jokes at 2 a.m. while trying not to wake my family was a spiritual experience. My brain is a dangerous place at night.
The ending… man. Leaving the town and the guild like that? That one hurt to write. It was supposed to be emotional, but it ended up being dark. Like "I buried my old self and now I'm a flying cryptid who talks to the voices in her head" dark. And then we smash-cut to Elias's POV like "oh by the way, your brother is coming back and he's about to lose his absolute shit." Classic cliffhanger energy.
So what happens next?
...Bro, I don't know.
I'm not a fortune teller. I'm a 16-year-old Filipino guy (yes, still 16) who studies during the day and writes bloody revenge scenes at night like it's free therapy. One minute I'm thinking "maybe a happy ending?" and the next I'm typing "and then she ate her own toes for sustenance." My brain is a mess. Will I continue with Volume 3? Probably. Will it be coherent? Maybe. Will it be 100 random sentences I wrote while half-asleep and call it "experimental literature"? Also possible.
For now, I'm just trying to survive school, move on from personal stuff, and keep feeding this story whatever chaotic energy is left in me.
To everyone who read this unhinged mess: thank you. Seriously. Whether you laughed at Plasma's crude jokes, cried at the ending, or just wanted to see Eirene finally go full revenge gremlin... I appreciate you more than Mya appreciates free livestock.
Eirene's still out there somewhere, flying through the night, probably saying "shut up" to Plasma every five minutes. And somewhere, Elias is about to find out what really happened to his little sister.
The story isn't over. Not even close.
See you in Volume 3 (or whatever unhinged thing my sleep-deprived brain cooks up next).
- clivepogiirl
(Still 16. Still writing grimdark. Still very much not okay, but at least the words are flowing.)
P.S.
If you're still here after all the salt, flaying, toe-eating, and emotional damage… you're built different. Respect. Now go drink water. Not blood. Water. Please.
Another P.S
Plasma says hi. He also says that your search history was questionable. I told him to shut up. He didn't.