Chapter 5: Please Be Zombies
’Verdict.’
Instantly, a translucent screen shimmered into view before Merek, displaying a miniature projection of Yuki clad in her weaved armor, executing a series of basic combat maneuvers with eerie precision.
Design Name: [None]
Compatibility: [45%]
Rank: [D+]
Trait: [Blood Aura – Those who meet her gaze feel dread crawl into their bones, as though death has already laid claim to them. Her presence thickens the air with a metallic tang, like the scent that lingers on the eve of a massacre.]
Merek stared at the screen, his breath still.
"What kind of life did she live?" he murmured, shaken.
Final Verdict: [The design appears rushed, and the weaving lacks finesse. Yet, despite the hasty craftsmanship and the incomplete memory resonance, the end product surpassed initial expectations. The durability and weight are impressive, especially for a rookie attempt. Still, much remains untapped, hidden within the wraith’s fragmented memories.]
A strange mixture of pride and uncertainty twisted in Merek’s chest. A D+ rating wasn’t extraordinary—but it wasn’t a failure either. Given it was his first try, it could’ve been much worse.
But the compatibility score told him what he already suspected—45%. He hadn’t dug deep enough. He’d only glimpsed a fleeting scene in a bamboo forest, Yuki’s form darting too fast, her features unclear. There was more to her—much more—but it remained shrouded.