My Reincarnation as a Chicken

Percy McAllister POV

“We are rich. There are no consequences to our actions, so feel free to spoil yourself some more.”

This is the very first thing I remember hearing from my mother’s lips. Of course, this simply went back to when I was 3 or so, but that one sentence stuck with me my whole life.

I was born into the McAllister family. We were among the higher echelons of noble society in Keimen, but I didn’t have a father. Not that that mattered. Mother didn’t treat me any differently, and neither did anyone else. To them, I was simply a very special boy.

But then it happened. Mother suddenly became poor. According to the servants, misfortune hit us in the form of a monster from Larm. A creature caused so much havoc that the title ‘Witch’ was given to this creature. In one easy swoop, this creature managed to turn my life from heaven into hell.

My mother couldn’t deal with it. Neither the rioting from the poor folk who no longer saw any value in the nobles nor the insufferably stupid plots the other nobles came up with to save their hides. Mother never said she was intelligent, but I believe her act of suicide was incredibly smart. If she didn’t, she would be tortured by the rioters once caught, and even if that didn’t happen, she definitely couldn’t live the life of a poor person. That could mostly be attributed to the fact that she was growing old.

I on the other hand, chose to live. I definitely didn’t want to live the life of a poor man, and I never intended to. I had already prepared myself for any sort of misfortune. It was simply something I’d learned from researching my father.

Take the story of my father for instance. From the way everyone talked, I surmised that my father wasn’t anybody important. Most likely simply a pastime for my mother in her earlier years. My curiosity couldn’t allow me to ignore him, so I did a little background check.

That man was dead.

An unsurprising discovery, but the news that followed shocked me. He died of a disease on a king-sized bed in a mansion after receiving medical attention from some of the world’s best doctors. He had a wife and two sons, all of whom were alive, healthy and quite rich.

This didn’t make sense to me, so I looked further into him.

This man was born poor. He grew up poor. He was a slave at one point and was sold off to multiple places, till he eventually became a prostitute in an organisation called ‘Tyvnn’s Night Palace’. From being a slave, this man worked his way up into becoming one of the most important workers in this organisation.

According to the report, he had an uncanny ability to coax the nobles that paid to spend the night with him into constantly ordering for him. He whispered honeyed words into those gullible nobles and stole a lot from right under their noses.

Mother was one of those nobles, and even then, she got left with me. Still, he managed to get so deep into her head, she never once considered treating me like trash. Probably because she actually didn’t care one bit about that entire situation.

After duping the nobles, he run away to the Mexar Empire where slavery was condoned and ‘Tyvnn’s Night Palace’ wouldn’t be able to get their hands on him. He found a woman and married her, then they got kids. He died when I turned twenty-four. Ten years years prior to the incident with the Mad Witch of the West.

There was a lesson to be learnt from these two. Although they came from very different backgrounds, they both still ended up dying in pathetic ways. They simply had a stupid misconception. They assumed that by having enough money, they would be alleviated of all consequences. Mother died out of suicide and that man died from multiple STD’s he’d contracted while working to achieve his money.

They just didn’t get it. Being rich didn’t suddenly remove all consequences. Being special did. And that was what I was. Special.

I had already begun to form an organisation a year after I researched into this man.

Not a single one of my accolades was of noble origin. A mad scientist pair, a human trafficker and a smuggler. Together, we formed a group known as the ‘Sub-Circle’ and quickly rose to power in the underworld. After the incident with the Mad Witch and my mother’s death, I decided it was time to take my place as the king of Keimen.

Truly, there were absolutely no consequences for a man like me. Power, money and all the pretty little girls I could have ever wanted. They were all placed before me. I indeed was special…

…

I thought I was different… special. But I wasn’t. My actions really did have consequences.

Subsequently during the ‘Sub-Circles’ rise to power, a pair of well-known mercenaries came to join. They quickly rose up the ranks and both became my personal attendants. Red and Grimm Black.

Unexpectedly, Red was my daughter… erh, son. I had someone perform experiments to convert males to females, just for the fun of it, and used it on my son. After that, I got bored with the experiment and order for his death. Somehow, he survived and came back to my door with an assistant. A vampire.

Both were planning for my downfall, but it would seem they weren’t the only ones. The universe itself was seeking to prove me wrong.

A monster captured me. Put me in my own dungeons and has done nothing but tortured me. Sometimes, when the monster didn’t come down to torture me, I was left feeling anxious. With every loud sound I heard from above, I felt that I was inching dangerously towards death, but the monster never seemed to give that to me.

However, for some time, I hadn’t heard or seen the monster. Occasionally, a monster with the form of Red would come down to feed me poisoned food, but even they hadn’t been coming around lately. It was even worse with the numerous explosions and earthquakes I’d experienced.

Which was why right now, even as I sat in the darkness, my heart beats alone sounded like explosions. The sense that something bad was going to happen to me had magnified tenfold. Somehow, I’d gone several days without torture, obviously they were saving me for something far worse.

A treatment beyond my understanding and a level of pain beyond manageable for me.

I wanted to die, but they wouldn’t allow me. I was being monitored all the time, so even if I tried, I’d be stopped then punished. Death wasn’t an option for me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen light. I never noticed just how dark the cellars were until spending some time here.

How many days had it been? Weeks? Months? Maybe even a year.

“Rise and shine, McAllister.”

Like a ghost, a figure simply popped up before me, radiating a certain light that could only be called holy. A beautiful, child-like entity who I could only describe as ‘God’.

She looked at me with a confident smile. I could feel her vermillion gaze healing me little by little.

Maybe… just maybe, I really was special. There was no way God would appear before someone common, right?

***

‘G-God!?’

That was the nonsense Percy McAllister spouted when he first saw me. I didn’t pay any attention to that and rather healed him up to a somewhat presentable state and brought him up to speed.

I needed him to do some work. He was still technically the boss of the ‘Sub-Circle’ and so I could use him to my advantage.

According to Grimm’s report, there was a meeting for members of the ‘Sub-Circle’ a few nights back, but not a single member was present. They all sent projection stones to hold a conversation and both Grimm and Kawaii were the only physically present members which caused a bit of a shock for the other members.

It wasn’t a matter of them being present, but rather that they were both still alive. It had been over a month and no one had heard word from either of them. It was natural to assume they were dead, but this then raised questions about if their boss was alive.

Both Grimm and Kawaii immediately confirmed his death to them, but that didn’t matter. I planned for them to simply say Percy had ordered them to keep his status a secret till he wanted it confirmed.

Ignoring that, the reason I wanted Percy was because of his men in the North. I wouldn’t mind just flying up to the North and wiping them out then threatening the ‘Sub-Circle’ into promoting my guild, but that was far too risky.

Without a doubt, I would be putting a ban on the mining or whatever they were doing there, but I preferred to do it in a less aggressive manner. With Percy as their leader, we could make them stop the mining, while investing into our guild and spreading its name to people of power.

Also, with his connections and power, there were limitless benefits to having him alive. I’d originally kept him alive as a bargaining chip in case the ‘Sub-Circle’ decided to come after us with everything they had, but right now, I honestly didn’t feel like anything in this world could hurt me.

There was also the matter of the cloning projects. I wanted to stop them from cloning more war ogres, but I decided not to. The universe went to some extreme extents to make more of them. I wasn’t going to stand in its way… I also just wanted an army of war ogres. I mean, it’s freaking war ogres! Who the hell wouldn’t want that!?

This man was oddly enthusiastic about it.

I explained to him the dangers of trying to double cross me and let him know that both Grimm and Kawaii were going to be monitoring him in my stead. I also placed a shadow demon in his shadow to end him in case he betrayed me, as well as to protect him from any unseen dangers.

As soon as that was done, I created a portal that led straight to where Grimm and Kawaii where for this man to appear. They’d dress him up then hold a meeting for ‘Sub-Circle’ and it was mandatory that everyone was present. They’d need to have an in-person meeting with their new business partner – me.

Having solved my problems quickly, a new issue came up almost immediately.

Both Kuro and Shitsuke came before me, in new bodies. Those were corpses that they’d taken over. I signed a demon contract with them that allowed them to remain in this world for an indefinite amount of time provided I gave them about 10 corpses and 50 souls each.

It wasn’t like they wanted it, but that was an alternative to me constantly supplying mana to them.

They then gave me a rundown of what happened once they popped up here.

They quickly went to find new bodies and ended up in fights to help the West. Shitsuke going up against Pride and Kuro going up against a devil. This devil being Maou’s summon. I didn’t get why both were fighting, but none of that mattered seeing as neither died.

Maou’s summon was stronger than Kuro according to him, so it was fortunate the war ended so quickly. Shitsuke on the other hand had me baffled. Of course, I knew that he was no slouch, but to have chosen to go up against [Pride] and to not die, I was left speechless.

He explained to me just what exactly he had done to keep [Pride] at bay, even if only for a moment.

‘[War Room], eh? That’s how Shitsuke managed to fight him, but he still broke out. In that case, the issue with [War Room] is its finiteness.’

Don’t get me wrong. [War Room] was an excellent ability, but if someone on the inside found it easy to shatter by simply overloading it with power, then it was pointless. The moment a spy got in and had enough power, there was no point.

In that case, the best thing to do was to remove this flaw. Eradicating the finiteness was also another issue, but maybe a solution would come up.

<<It is possible to fix this problem>>

‘Seriously?’

<<We can eliminate [War Room]’s limited area through a fusion with the skill [Limitless]>>

Oh… so to eradicate [War Room]’s finiteness, if I could simply give it the infinite aspect of [Limitless], I’d be done.

[Fusion of [Limitless] and [War Room] has created the unique skill [Infinite Corridor]]

Ah… eh?

T-That was a joke. A suggestion thrown to the wind. I didn’t expect for such a fusion to be completed so quickly.

<<Due to the Unique skill [Infinite Processor], time necessary for fusions and calculations have been reduced by an infinite amount>>

Oh, that was right. Basically skill fusions are performed instantaneously now. Go figure. But to think that it was this easy to create a unique skill. Maybe if I performed enough random fusions, I’d end up with every conceivable unique skill in the world?

Yeah right. As if.

<A/N: I didn’t expect it’d be so easy to write Percy’s backstory. I honestly hadn’t thought about even giving him a backstory before this chapter. It was going to be ‘Evil dude gets punished, finds God then decides to do the Lord’s work’. It’s refreshing to put myself in new characters’ shoes especially when I mostly focus on someone who doesn’t even say what they are thinking or doing most of the time.

Meh, also just realised how many new characters I’m about to simply spam. Tori might even take the backseat for a while. She isn’t done growing mentally/spiritually, but her physical abilities are at the point where she doesn’t even nee to be counting the days anymore.

Ugh, I’m rambling on. Anyway, just got some kfc… I always regret it every time I buy that, but I can’t stop. Have a nice day.>