by Jackson Bale
I can’t tell if he’s exhausted or trying to hide a boner… and that smile is borderline pervy unlike the third person on my right.
Practically bald, the scarred man covered in a black cloak glares at me warily.
Good instincts… but you haven't attacked… so not that good.
I smile slowly, making sure to not make any hostile movements or gestures.
Slowly, I extend and retract my hands, forming and reforming fists as I get a feel for my body.
“Interesting.”
My strength is more than twice of what it was. Movement is extremely fluid. My body seems to be slightly heavier. My senses seem strengthened… I can work with this.
My eyes travel and look directly at the old man.
I am going to guess that you're my summoner and the massive undead skeletons behind you are your minions… looks like you're dying first.
The old man returns my smile with his own, albeit slightly less perverted this time.
“Hero… I Mordus… loyal servant of Loki… welcome you to our realm.” he exclaims, taking a breather in between.
Orbis Common language obtained.
Oh...that's going to be annoying.
My eyes look at the floating blue box that so unexpectedly blocked my vision.
Do I just like… will it to go away?
The screen fades out of existence in answer to my thoughts.
That was pretty easy… now then, who the fuck is Loki? Is that the god I made a deal with? Loki sounds like an Norse God from earth…
“Hmmm… I see. Good.” I reply back, testing the foreign language I had learned within seconds.
Gotta love magic.
I stretch out my body, moving in place as I prepare to end their lives.
Normally I don't resort to homicide over people getting killed. I can usually very easily ignore dead bodies. Massacres happen all the time. Heck, I've done some myself in many of my summons.
But I'm still human, and thus I can be swayed by my emotions.
My eyes flicker, taking a quick look on the ground, focusing on a dead four-year-old child covered in bruises and dried blood.
A memory of another life… of another world… of my own children, slaughtered mercilessly all for the sake of some petty revenge.
Sadness for a life lost.
Guilt for not being able to protect them.
...Anger towards those who take life for granted.
My mind whips back to the present, not even a moment passed. I don a respectful smile.
“It seems the summoning has been successful,” I say towards the old man. ”So in exchange, you will be rewarded”
I take a few careful testing steps towards the old man, ignoring the cautious glare of the other. As I get within a few feet of the elder, I throw out my open hand with a smile.
“Grab my hand, Loki has told me to gift my summoner a reward.”
The old man, wheezing uncontrollably, grips his staff hard as he raises it and uses it as a crutch, eyes determined to take my hand.
He takes short steps towards me, staff clanking hard on the marble floor.
“Father, something feels off,” the other man exclaims, his intuition telling him that I am a danger.
And he would be right.
The old man reaches my location and grabs my hand, the other still holding the staff.
With a firm grip, I tighten the hold of my hand using my full strength, feeling the bones in the old man's hand crack easily under my pressure.
Oh, thank God. I was worried your body was going to be extremely resilient. This should be easy then.
Within a heartbeat, I harden my biceps as I pull the old man into me. At the same time, my knee kicks off the ground with superhuman speed, ripping into the old man's face, creating a very audible crackling noise.
The feeling of bone breaking and softening allows me to recognize his skull fracturing.
One down, another to go.
Without breaking stride, my other hand flings out and rips the staff from the old man's other hand.
My hand blurs, moving the staff in position. Bottom portion pointing forward, I lean back my arm and extend. Before the old man's body touches the floor, my makeshift javelin flies through the air and rips through the other man's throat in midst of forming a spell.
My body quickly turns towards the two massive undead. I take a defensive stance, ready to react to any possible threat.
But my fear is unwarranted, the two massive undead stand unmoving, the light from their skulls completely gone when their creator had died.
Taking a calming breath, I allow my eyes to move from the statues towards the sole living being other than myself.
Long blond hair, tanned white skin, blue eyes… if she wasn't anorexic, she would have been considered gorgeous.
With a practiced smile, I turn my body towards her, hand flicking my hair back as I allow my eyes to roam her nonexistent curves.
Yup, she needs to eat more.
“Why hello there.”
Her eyes widen, only for her eyelids to close as she falls on the ground.
“She just passed out,” I say aloud after noticing her chest rising and falling.
… I'm just gonna let her sleep.
My eyes move towards the entrance to the hall with stairs leading up.
“There are probably people upstairs, I'll have to deal with them soon… but first… STATUS.”
Nothing happens.
I was hoping that would work...
“So… do I just thi-.”
You have slain Mordus of house Kizor.
Potential of Mordus Kizor has been absorbed.
Level up x 17
Achievement obtained for slaying someone ten times your level.
Computing awards…
You have obtained the rare [Silent Casting] passive.
Silent Casting.
While others must yell out the skill or spell to activate their effects, you merely must think of its activation without having to move your jaw.
Achievement obtained for slaying someone a hundred times your level.
Computing awards…
You have obtained the legendary [Motionless Casting] passive
Motionless Casting
All spells require some form of movement, whether it be a flick of a finger or a complicated hand gestures. But you are not like the others. You find such gestures pointless as you have mastered the ability to cast without needless movement.
This is rather informative. Skills normally require vocal and movement activation… which means that I pretty much have nonexistent cast time… and this world has achievements… let's continue.
You have slain Beurnim of house Kizor.
Potential of Beurnim Kizor has been absorbed.
Level up x 2
… that's it?
Hidden quest [Destroy House Kizor] completed.
Many thousands of years ago, House Kizor was home to some of the most powerful and influential mages ever. Their mages, known for having high affinities in various elements as well as having members exceeding level 300, they had found themselves hungering for more power.
Unfortunately, house Kizor had resorted to the usage of dark magic to enhance their already impressive spellcasting. Such dark magic worked for a time. But mistakes occasionally happen.
When a powerful member of the house was attempting to open a portal to the demon realm and attempt to bind an archdemon for power, the mage found himself staring at a Archdemon [Lord] [General] instead. The demon easily broke free of his shackles and used his tremendous magical power to open a permanent portal to his realm. He then presumes to summon his army.
What followed were the dreaded demon wars which had slaughtered countless God's, nations, heroes and species. Only through a world unification of powers were they finally pushed back and the portal closed.
After the war, the remaining gods had placed a death bounty upon all members of house Kizor, rewarding t
heir deaths with various system rewards.
Unfortunately, house Kizor has had many members living across the world, making it difficult to hunt them down to the last.
Over a thousand years later and house Kizor has been all but forgotten for the massive deaths and destruction their house has caused throughout the world… until today.
Complying rewards…
Reward found…
Administering Class Rank up…
Ranking Up Class [Hero]...
Error…..
Error….
Cannot rank up class Hero. Hero class is already maximum rank.
Searching for secondary class……
No secondary class found…..
Error….. No other rewards available….
Activating Administrator SAS11...
*Sigh* ”Not this again…”
The dust particles around me stop moving, air stops blowing, and any form of sound becomes non-existent.
Turning around, looking at the center I find the giant floating eyeball in all its glory.
“Rapeball, buddy, how have you been. Enjoy your nap?”
The eyeball blinks and focuses on me.
Thoric Elum, I find it rather intriguing that it merely took you less than five minutes to cause problems with the system… again.
I move my hand up to my head and flick my hair back, ”When you’re as amazing as I am, it’s no wonder that not even the world can handle your awesomeness,” I say with a smile.
The Eyeball just blinks and continues to stare at me.
Disregarding your pathetic attempt to show an inflated ego, the problem lies in the fact that you have a [Hero] class which cannot be upgraded and no other classes to speak of.
Thus, just this once, I will give you an upgraded second-tier class of your choosing.
Please choose wisely.
I just got dissed and ignored by a floating eyeball… and I am supposed to choose a class from a world that I am greatly ignorant about...um...
“Overlord!”
That is a tier three class, please choose another.
...shit…
“Dragonknight?”
That is also a Tier 3 class, please choose another.
Stupid floating eyeball!
I look around my surroundings, hoping for an idea, until my eyes stop against the two massive undead. A smile crosses my lips.
“Necromancer,” I say cooly.
Class Acceptable.
Administrator SAS11 has removed quest [Destroy House Kizor] from entity Thoric Elum
Necromancer Class has been added to Entity Thoric Elum
Error… [Hero] class is not compatible with class [Necromancer].
SAS11 Administrator privileges activated, Hero class restrictions have been disabled.
It is done.
The floating eyeball disappears and the world continues to move again.
So he stopped time… very, very few Gods can do such a thing.
“Welp… whatever. I have a new class now,” I say out loud, smiling at my new [Spells].
Congratulations, you have Gained the class [Necromancer].
Necromancers are the masters of the undead, able to manipulate the dark energy to use the corpses around them as weapons.
New Spell Obtained: Raise Undead
Raise Undead: Target a corpse and bring it back to life to do your bidding. Undead level is based on Corpse level. Mana cost scales with corpse level and soul strength.
New passive obtained: Sense of Death
Sense of Death: Allows you to sense corpses both dead and undead in a radius based upon your soul strength.
“Holy shit,” I yell out. The awareness I gain of the dead is almost overwhelming. I can sense dead bodies up to a couple miles away. A very disorienting feeling.
Taking a deep breath, I learn to relax and control the skills, restricting its range to just the sanctum around me.
I can sense the weak dead bodies of those sacrificed, the high-level bodies of the two mages I had killed, and the dwarfing presence of the two massive skeletons standing motionless. A sense of understanding gauges at me. A minute knowledge of corpses is added to my understanding, increasing exponentially from my own significant understanding.
Deep understanding of the body has formed into a new skill.
You have obtained skill [Corpse Analyze].
[Corpse Analyze]: Your impeccable understanding of the biology of nature allows you to better understand bodies.
Really? I get a skill just because I was a surgeon in another life?... So knowledge can be used to create skills. Nice.
I look towards the skeleton and smile confidently.
[Corpse Analyze]
With but a thought, a screen appears in my view.
Skeleton Bruiser Lvl 87
Created by the [Necromancer] Mordus using the bones of several [Warriors] and [Soldiers], this undead is one of the harder undead to defeat as it contains a great degree of skills from the bodies it was created from as well as its natural bone armor.
Strengths: Resistance to Slashing and Piercing Damage. Weaker Magic attacks are ignored.
Weaknesses: Blunt damage, Light magic, and powerful explosive spells.
Well then, looks like I got myself some bodyguards.
I hold up my hand, a smile on my face. My palm opens up. ”[Raise Undead],” I say out loud, even though I wouldn't need to have done or said anything.
Mana splurges forth from my body, a type of purple smog which quickly flies by and engulfs the undead, entering and converging around. The skeleton’s head glows a soft purple light.
Skeleton Bruiser is several levels higher than you. Mana cost and Soul strength requirement increased.
Mana has decreased by 340.
Test of will activated: 3047 Willpower VS 227 Willpower
Test of Wills successful.
Soul has decreased by 42. Currently 4143(4101)
Skeleton Bruiser Is now under your control. Mana regen decreased by .2 seconds.
A mental connection forms with the bruiser, allowing me to feel his location. The skeleton in return just stands there glowing a nice purple glow.
“Damn, I was not expecting such a huge mana cost… I guess I should have… Well, whatever, it worked out.” I shrug my shoulders and order my new undead to mentally move its arm. Perfectly reacting to my thoughts, the undead follows my direction.
Nodding, I turn and walk towards my fresh kills as I wait for my mana to regenerate.
“[Corpse Analyze], [Corpse Analyze].”
Mordus Kizor
Formerly an old high level [Dark Mage], Mordus was recently contacted by a god named Loki who had guided him into obtaining the [Necromancer] class and various powerful items that have been thought lost.
Unfortunately, his life and rise to power were cut short by a knee to the face.
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