All Chapters of Mosquito System: Blood Required: Chapter 71
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The Night the Saints Burned
"Listen," the Queen whispered coldly in the dark corners of her throne room, calling her royal maids forward. "Spread this news. Psspsspss...""As you wish, Your Majesty," the maids replied in unison, slipping back out into the shadows to poison the continent.The memory dissolved, bleeding into a terrifying pitch-black night.The boy woke up with a gasp. His heart was pounding out of his chest.A loud roar broke the silence outside their small hut. But this time, it scared them. In the middle of the night, there were hundreds of people out there. No, listening to the stomping feet and the hateful screaming, there must be thousands."Mom?" the boy asked sitting up in his small bed, his whole body trembling. "Why are there sounds outside?""I'm scared, brother," his sister sobbed, clutching her blanket to her chest as orange light from fire torches flickered through the cracks in the wood."Kill her! Kill all of them!" a vicious voice roared from the crowd. "They are taking our
Hybrid Form Unlocked
The stench of burning flesh still lingered in the back of my throat.I stumbled away from the Arch-Chancellor, my glowing insectoid body trembled as the horrific memory faded into the reality of the ruined control room. I looked down at the broken, bleeding man on the floor.My proboscis twitched in profound disgust but beneath the revulsion, a quiet sadness anchored itself in my chest.He was a victim of the exact same cruelty that had plagued this world for centuries. He and his mother had been betrayed by the very people they had bled to save. It was a vicious unforgiving cycle. But as I stared at the thousands of innocent souls I now carried within me—souls he had trapped and tortured—my empathy hit a hard impenetrable wall.Pain is a tragedy, but it does not give your sins a free pass. It does not justify burning the world just because the world burned you first."You want taste?" I muttered, glaring at the system screen hovering in the rain. "Fine."I didn't reach for his
Boom!
The pain was entirely new.When I was a mosquito, pain was just a blunt pressure against my hard shell. A warning sign. But this? This was completely different.The shadow spike had only clipped my shoulder but my new human flesh tore open like paper.Hot blood instantly soaked my shirt. The air hit the open wound, and it felt like someone was holding a lit match directly against my exposed nerves."Ahhhh!" I screamed grabbing my shoulder. My human vocal cords ripped the sound from my throat."Zilu!" Midnight yelled from the pile of rubble. "Get up! He is right behind you!"I tried to push myself up off the floor. My brain fired a desperate signal to my four middle legs to push my body weight backward.But I didn't have four middle legs anymore.My body simply jerked awkwardly. My two fleshy arms gave out under the strange new weight of my human torso, and I collapsed face-first into a puddle of my own blood."Get up!" Midnight shrieked."I'm trying!" I coughed spitting a mou
The Final Apology of Thousands Soul
The explosion was completely earsplitting.I hit the broken floor tumbling over the debris until my back slammed against a block of concrete.Through the chaotic dust, I saw a tiny shape fall to the ground."Midnight!"My panicked voice tore out of my throat. I scrambled forward on my hands and knees, dragging my bleeding legs across the sharp rubble. "Midnight, hey. Hey, wake up," my shaking hands hovered over his tiny body. I was terrified to touch him, terrified that my clumsy mortal fingers would somehow make it worse.A cough wracked his chest. A single drop of blood spilled from his small mouth. His green eyes half-open and glazed with pain."Meow-ouch," he wheezed, his voice so incredibly faint I had to lean in to hear it. "You owe me... unlimited premium tuna for this..."His eyes rolled back and his head slumped against the stone. He was breathing but barely. I gently placed my hand on Midnight's head for a single second. Then, I stood up.The deep gash on my thig
Finally Resting in Peace
The air in the room suddenly shifted. It was replaced by the scent of morning dew. The smell of fresh rain on dry earth.A golden light pierced straight through the oppressive black clouds of the Chancellor's dark magic.Right in front of the kneeling souls, the air shimmered and split open.I held my breath.A woman stepped out of the golden light.She wore a simple faded dress. Her feet were bare stepping lightly. Beside her, holding her hand tightly was a little girl. "Mom?"The Chancellor’s voice broke completely. It didn't sound demonic anymore. It didn't sound like a thousand-year-old tyrant. It sounded exactly like the terrified little boy who had woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of an angry mob.He slowly lowered his hands from his ears. The darkness that had coated his skin for centuries began to flake away, revealing the trembling tear-streaked face of a broken man."Mom... is it really you?" he sobbed.Witch Shanan looked down at the tyrannica
The First Dawn
[Ding!][Congratulations, Host, for completing this side quest.]I stared at the floating text. The rain was washing the blood off my face, but I still managed to give the screen the most bombastic exhausted side-eye I could muster."A side quest? It wasn't even a task to begin with. I just flew here randomly after leaving the Hersley Palace. I nearly died a few times. Zeez!"[In anything you participate, it becomes a side quest Host.]"Don't talk," I groaned, letting my head fall back. "I am still incredibly angry at you. I’ve read web novels before, you know. Before all this... bug nonsense. All their protagonist systems help them grow strong. They give them god-tier weapons and cheat codes. And you? I can't even find you when I'm in critical condition, getting my skull bashed in by a thousand-year-old tyrant."[Sorry, Host. I am still trapped. Until I regain my full power, I cannot assist you properly.]I wiped a streak of dirty rainwater from my eye wincing as my fractured
Dawn Bringer
The courtyard was packed.Thousands of people were standing out there. They were the survivors. The citizens of the Spire, the prisoners, the low-level guards who had broken free from the Chancellor's mind control. They were covered in dirt and blood. Many were heavily bandaged, leaning on each other for support.The moment I stepped out of the shadows and into the dawn light, the murmuring completely stopped.A heavy silence fell over the crowd. Thousands of eyes locked onto me. I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of how terrible I must look—barefoot, my shirt torn, covered in dried blood with a small black cat perched on my shoulder.Then a man in the front row dropped to his knees. He pressed his forehead to the ground.A second later, the woman next to him knelt. Then a group of armored fighters behind them. Like a massive wave rolling across an ocean, the entire crowd dropped to their knees in complete unison."Whoa," I took a step back. "Hey. Hey, stop. What are
The World Beyond the Spire
Midnight and I walked slowly through the East Slum. The morning sun was climbing higher into the sky. The city that looked like it had been chewed up and spat out by a hurricane. The main roads, which had once been lined with dark oppressive magic, were now completely broken. Massive fissures split the earth, a direct result of the terrifying magical clash between my newly reclaimed human body and the Arch-Chancellor’s shadow magic."Wow..." Midnight whispered.He was perched firmly on my right shoulder. His tail twitched nervously as he looked around."Zilu, the whole place is a mess.""Yep," I sighed, carefully stepping over a chunk of what used to be a watchtower. "Everything needs renovation."We turned the corner, stepping into what used to be the slum's central square. Right in the middle of the district was the old hospital. I remembered seeing it when I was buzzing around as a tiny multi-legged insect. It had been the place where the Chancellor’s guards had captivated
Beginning of Restoration
We spent the next few hours walking here and there. The more I saw, the more my heart ached. The poverty here was systemic and deeply ingrained. The Arch-Chancellor had kept these people living in absolute squalor to ensure they never had the energy or resources to rebel.There were no proper wells for clean water. The housing consisted of rotting wood and rusted sheets. The soil was completely dead, poisoned by centuries of dark magic runoff from the Spire.As I walked, a young girl, no older than seven tugged nervously on the hem of my ruined pant. She had big eyes and was holding a small bruised flower."For the Dawn Bringer," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of hammers hitting stone.I crouched down, ignoring the sharp pain in my fractured ribs, so I was eye level with her. I gently took the flower from her dirty hands."Thank you," I said softly. "It's beautiful. What's your name?""Elara," she mumbled looking down at her muddy toes."Well, Elara, I