So… I became the head I was supposed to throw in the trash, and the head became me.
Yeah.
Truly a strange world.
The plan I made for myself, the routine I followed every day—gone.
Just gone.
What's the point of living now?
What can I even do?
I'm… just a head.
But even so… I can't give up.
Not yet.
Some stubborn part of me is still clinging to life.
I looked around as much as a head can. From what I saw and heard, the person who stole my body was humming.
Its steps bounced as it carried me toward some garbage area.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
There was nothing I could do.
Nothing at all.
When we reached the garbage area, it swung me once and tossed me. My body, no, the body I had didn't even hesitate.
A strange smell rushed into my nose.
Not disgusting… but just bad in a way that made my brain feel sticky.
I lifted my eyes, and the world around me…
It was full of corpses.
Everywhere.
Some whole, some broken. Limbs missing like it was normal. As if someone had rearranged humans like puzzle pieces.
I forced myself to roll a little, using whatever tiny control I had.
That's when I realized something horrifying.
All these times… every day… I was throwing trash over this place.
Not a trash pit.
A pit of bodies.
New information.
Completely useless information.
So, I moved on. After a while, I saw something that made me freeze.
A corpse.
A female corpse.
Without a head.
Why… Why did it feel like this body belonged to me?
Not me me, but the other me. The head I'm inside. The new "me" that isn't me.
My mouth went dry as I rolled closer.
I climbed myself up—yes, climbed, like some pathetic melon—and placed myself on top of her neck.
I held still.
Waited.
Hoped.
…
Nothing happened.
Even if that was my new body… it didn't want me.
Or couldn't take me.
Or fate just wanted to laugh.
So, I left. Because what else could I do?
I'm literally a head.
I kept exploring. Slowly. Pathetically.
But then something even stranger appeared.
Bodies without heads.
Not just a few—more than half of them.
A field of decapitated people.
Like someone was collecting heads the way others collect flowers.
Experiment? Ritual?
Dark Bell Sect… yeah. Dark indeed.
I kept going anyway. Maybe there was another head like me. Someone to talk to. Someone who understood. Someone who wasn't… rotting.
But after a long, long time of rolling across corpses and trash and silence…
A thought crawled into my mind.
I'm going to die.
Will it happen when my skin finally rots away and only a skull remains?
Or maybe I won't die
Maybe I'm immortal.
Maybe I'll stay like this forever.
Hah… to think I reached my life's goal like this.
What a joke.
Truly… truly a strange world.
…
"AAAAAAA!"
My scream ripped out of me before I even realized it.
I screamed until my voice cracked.
I screamed at the sky, the ground, the bodies, the sect, the world.
I screamed at the girl who did this to me.
I cursed everything.
My tears fell and soaked into the dirt.
I didn't even know heads could cry this much.
But I cried anyway.
Because I don't understand why this happened.
I don't understand what I did wrong.
I don't understand why my life became… this.
I don't want to live as just a head.
I don't want this fate.
I don't… I don't…
"Why…?"
My voice broke.
"Why me…?"
Fuck…
Sob…
Sob…
(End of Chapter)