solomon-rincewind

[solomon-rincewind]

Yolen Part 1:

I lay in my bed, feeling sorry for myself. Today I had been feeling terrible, I liked to kid myself into thinking that I wasn't ill at all but couldn't keep up the visage once I stood. So, I avoided standing and lay in my bed with the curtains of the room closed and music playing in the background.

The music stopped.

"Hello Ross."

I sat up with a start, my head instantly feeling like it was about to burst. "What the..." I started, looking around for the source of the voice that had just called my name.

"Hello." I caught sight of the source, it was my speaker, glowing as it spoke. "I suppose you should brace yourself for what comes next."

"What's going on?" I asked the speaker, getting up from bed, I still felt a little queesy but I was pushing past that. "Is this a joke?" I walked to my door to open it.

"Good luck. Arcanum." Said the speaker.

I opened the door. Normally I would've seen the hallway of my apartment, that is not what I saw right now.

"Jesus." I muttered as I looked out of my room to a field of grass and houses thousands of feet below. "The hell is this?"

Tentatively, I poked my foot out of the threshold, instantly I was thrust from my room by the foot, flung out into the open air. I spun, trying to reach for the door but my room wasn't there, nothing but blue sky as I started to descend. "Aaaaaaaa!" I screamed as I fell, too panicked to register my clothes evaporating, too terrified to see the grand city in the distance, too worried to notice that my illness had gone. I passed out.

--

I awoke to the smell of straw and urine. "Oh god, that stinks." I opened my eyes and finally noticed that my hands were bound with thick ropes and I was sat in a stone cell with wooden bars separating my from the other prison cells. There was no one else in the other cells something strange floated in front of my face. A green screen like what you would seen in a video game.

NAME - N/A

RACE - N/A

LVL - 1

HP - 100

HP/s - +0.1

MP - 80

MP/s - +0.4

JOB - N/A

INDIVIDUAL SKILL - GENESIS/DESOLATION

STR - 10

AGI - 10

CON - 10

INT - 15

FTH - 2

ABILITY POINTS (15)

'What is this?' I asked myself, I'd seen things like this before, in videogames and manga. It was without a doubt a status screen. If I was someone else I would probably have freaked out or assumed it was all a dream, and yet I didn't, I knew from the bottom of my heart that this was reality.

'I wonder why the name and race are blank?' I reached towards the name section, the word glowing brightly before another window and a keyboard appeared in mid air.

CREATE NAME... ... ...

'I guess this thing wants me to make a name.' I had realised my situation pretty quickly, I had fallen from the sky into a fantasy world and was locked up because they didn't know what I was, I was even dressed in Skyrim esc prison clothes.

YOLEN ARCANUM

CONFIRM NAME? Y/N

I pressed the Y and was brought back to the main stat screen. I felt like something had changed, but my name was still Yolen.

"What the..." Something big had changed. I no longer held any attachment to the name Ross, infact when I thought of myself the name that I had just written popped up in my head.

"I guess it really is real."

I pressed the race button, my finger not actually touching anything but the screen still lit and another window opened.

RACE WILL GIVE EXTRA BONUSES AND SKILLS TO -YOLEN- LIST IS AS FOLLOWS. PLEASE NOTE THE CHOICE WILL CHANGE THE COMPOSITION OF -YOLEN-

HUMAN

ELF

DWARF

HALFLING

GNOME

DRAGONBORN

UNDEAD

DEMON

CELESTIAL

SLIME

GOBLINOID

BEASTKIN

ELEMENTAL

GIANT

ORC

There sure were a lot to choose from. I hovered a finger over celestial and a separate window opened again.

CELESTIAL

A HEAVENLY BEING, DIVINE IN NATURE AND AWE INSPIRING TO THOSE WHO LOOK UPON IT.

+5 TO INTELLIGENCE AND FAITH. +2 TO STRENGTH.

GAIN SKILLS CELESTIAL FORTITUDE AND CALMING PRESENCE.

It hadn't made me instantly choose the race which I was glad about. But the presence of skills jogged my memory on something on the main screen. I directed my attention towards the main screen, the other windows faded a bit and spun to my peripherals. I pressed on the individual skill with genesis/desolation next to it and another window opened up.

GENESIS/DESOLATION - LVL 1

INDIVIDUAL SKILL POSSESSED BY -YOLEN- IT IS THE VERY ESSENCE OF CREATION AND ITS COUNTERPART DESTRUCTION -YOLEN- CAN CREATE MATTER FROM HIS IMAGINATION AND DESTROY MATTER HE TOUCHES AT WILL. CAPABILITIES OF THIS SKILL GO UP WITH THE SKILL LEVEL.

MANA COST - 0

The skill level was only at one but it had a lot of potential. "Alright, let's give it a try." Focusing on the ropes binding my hands I tried to make an exact copy, just not binding me.

Small, dully glowing dots of blue light popped into existence, coming together in clumps, slowly changing colour and texture to make the rope.

"Wow." I muttered to myself in amazement, dropping the rope to the floor, now I focused on the ropes around my hands and tried to destroy them. Black lines spread across the rope like veins, draining the colour from it before it crumbled to dust and disappeared. "That's useful." But I didn't want to rush anything so I picked up the rope I had made, destroying it and making a copy on my wrists, once again binding myself.

Turning my attention back to the race screen I pondered my choices, checking a couple of others.

In the end I narrowed it down to celestial, demon(fallen), elemental(Lightening) or undead(ghost).

"Honestly got no clue, I'll flip a coin, celestial and demon or elemental and undead. Heads or tails." A coin appeared in my hand, I flipped it.

"Heads." So, celestial or demon.

The coin went up again.

"Demon it is." I hovered a finger over the demon and read it's description.

DEMON

SUBRACE - FALLEN

A CELESTIAL, FALLEN FROM GRACE AND CORRUPTED BY SIN.

+5 TO STRENGTH AND CONSTITUTION. +1 TO INTELLIGENCE AND AGILITY.

GAIN SKILLS HELLISH FORTITUDE AND CORRUPTING INFLUENCE.

FALLEN SKILLS - GAIN DEEP TRAVERSAL

'Alright, let's do this.' I confirmed my race choice.

RACE CHOSEN, -YOLEN- ENTERING TRANSMUTION STATE.

'What?' I thought, before passing out.

--

I awoke, looking over my body for changes, there were several. My skin was almost ashen it was so grey, my previously weak and unnoticeable muscles were now larger and defined, more of an agile build. No wings though. Not sure if I was glad or disappointed at that fact. I reviewed my stats, expanding the skill windows.

NAME - YOLEN ARCANUM

RACE - FALLEN

LVL - 1

HP - 100

HP/s - +25

MP - 100

MP/s - +0.5

JOB - N/A

INDIVIDUAL SKILL - GENESIS/DESOLATION

STR - 15

AGI - 11

CON - 15

INT - 16

FTH - 2

ABILITY POINTS (15)

GENESIS/DESOLATION - LVL 1

DEEP TRAVERSAL - LVL 1

HELLISH FORTITUDE - LVL MAX

CORRUPTING INFLUENCE - LVL 1

My HP regen had gone up greatly, and my stats had improved. Checking the screen I also noticed the unused points. I pressed on them to check.

ABILITY POINTS

MAY BE USED TO INCREASE A STAT BY 1 PER POINT USED.

I had no idea when I would get anymore of these so I thought long and hard on what I would upgrade, in the end I decided to check the jobs first.

JOB

-YOLEN- MUST CHOOSE A JOB TO PERSUE, JOBS GIVE -YOLEN- EXTRA SKILLS AND ABILITIES, SUCH AS SPELL CASTING OR MARTIAL ARTS. THE JOB LIST IS AS FOLLOWS.

NECROMANCER

WIZARD

WITCH

WARLOCK

SORCERER

TRANSMUTER

ELEMENTALIST

ENCHANTER

ILLUSIONIST

ARTIFICER

SMITH

COOK

MERCHANT

APOTHECARY

ALCHEMIST

BUILDER

RANGER

DRUID

SHAMAN

WITCH DOCTOR

TAMER

THIEF

ASSASSIN

ACROBAT

SCOUT

FIGHTER

BARBARIAN

SHIELD KNIGHT

CLERIC

PALADIN

PRIEST

SPIRITUALIST

SHRINE MAIDEN

MONK

WITH THE OPTIONAL CHOICE OF.

MANA WEAVER

#original story #story #isekai #fantasy #in another world #litrpg

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 12

With Eton and Liz to his left and Klem to his right Lazarus weaved through the crowds of the midday city. He'd missed this as he'd been sorting out his adventurers license when it was this hour yesterday. Through the winding streets of the city they made their way towards the entrance of the dungeon. Navigating there was easy to Lazarus as he could see the mana pouring into the dungeon from where he was.

Another 10 minutes or so and they were at the entrance to the dungeon. The mana here was spiralling inwards like a sideways whirlpool. Stopping outside he decided to check his stats.

LAZARUS NULL Demon Overall LVL 31

HP - 590

MP - 2800

+40MP p/s

SP - 9999999999999999999999999-

Job - OVERLORD LVL 25

STR - 70

DEX - 87

CON - 98

INT - 347

WIS - 224

CHA - 124

LCK - 226

Alignment:

-290

Spells known:

BIND MONSTER

MINOR TELEPORT

FIREBOLT

WATER SHIELD

DARK BOLT

CONSUME

MINOR SHAPECHANGE

DARK CLAW

SUMMON SERVANT

EXPLOSION

MAGIC AURA

WEATHER MASTER

BLACK HOLE

OBSIDIAN SWORD

ABSOLUTE BREAK ITEM

SERVANT SIGHT

TEMPORAL FIELD

IDENTITY SHROUD

—Wow, that's a lot of spells—

18 spells in all, more than triple the amount he had started off with. And he had a new skill that enhanced all of these.

SUPERIOR CASTING

THE SPELLS YOU CAST ARE ABLE TO BE BUFFED BY THE COMMAND WORDS "GREATER" "SUPREME" OR "TWIN" THE LAST OF WHICH CAN BE USED IN TANDEM WITH THE PREVIOUS TWO AND DOUBLES THE SPELL.

—Now this is a good ability—

A level 25 sure was powerful but he wondered just how much more powerful his servants would be, taking into account that their levels totalled 223. Then again, that would come in handy for his plan.

"Let's go find that treasure." He announced with a grin as he forged onwards towards the centre of the mana flow.

While getting his license he'd overhead a conversation as to what was at the centre of the dungeon. Later he'd asked Lothar as to what it was. He'd said something along the lines of "it's a treasure beyond you wildest dreams, said to grow more powerful every day and be guarded by legions of undead; the treasure takes the form of Mythical equipment and riches that will benefit the finder specifically!" His enthusiasm was palpable as he continued "the treasure is said to be only the highest grade items for the finder's specific class or the party who retrieves it"

The treasure had been an idea waved aside by Lazarus the previous day but with his ability to see the flow of mana and his two boss tier servants he'd finally decided to find it. He could only imagine what treasures would await him as he knew his servants were extensions of himself and as such, the treasure would be fully suited towards his 'Overlord' class.

They were now so far in that any sign of an entrance was gone, only the flow of mana remained in his vision so it was that that he followed. "Supreme Magic Aura" Lazarus muttered, a haze of raw magic surrounded him, millimetres from his skin. "Twinned Supreme Obsidian Sword" two two meter long great swords made of black gemstone materialised over his shoulders, hovering in the air. He repeated this process numerous times building several layers of magic around him and an arsenal of 38 assorted blades surrounding him.

"Master?" Klem sounded worried.

"Yes Klem?" Lazarus calmly responded

"Why have you built up such and arsenal?"

"Why?" He'd have to appear in charge and powerful to his subordinates "One must always be prepared for a threat Klem, even one such as myself."

"See Klem, our Lord is merely planning for the worst." He heard Liz say from the dark.

"Yes Liz, Lord Null has everything under control." Eton chimed in.

"Oh, good!" Klem's voice picked up its usual tone.

—wow, I didn't realise that a morphed scout motto would do the trick—

The cave suddenly widened out into an opening, not only could Lazarus feel the difference in airflow, but he could also actually see in this chamber. The walls were lined with glowing lilac crystal formations which set this large section in an eerie purple light. The chamber itself was about 30ft high and 40 ft from wall to wall. At the end was a hallway, rectangular in shape and made from polished stone that was about half of those measurements with lit torches lining the walls. Most importantly though, the mana flow was funnelling directly into there.

"Let's go." Lazarus said to his companions. They marched on in an arrow formation with Lazarus and Liz leading the charge and Eton and Klem bringing up the rear. Liz held up her hand, a signal for the group to stop moving. Her ability as a Weaver of Fate was one that granted her limited clairvoyance and the ability to weave the stuff of creation into weapons or alternate outcomes. The party halted. When infront of them came a huge rumble and out of the side of the cave a monstrosity. Covered from head to toe in deep crimson scales, with large leathery wings emerging from its back and several tentacles too. It was roughly 20 feet in length and walked on thick trunk like legs, its head was long and resembled that of a horse but with 4 eyes that shone green.

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series spells Info

BIND MONSTER - CONTROL

RANGE - TOUCH

COST - 120 MP

YOU CAN BIND ANY MONSTER WITH A LOWER LEVEL THAN YOU TO YOUR CONTROL WITH A SIMPLE TOUCH.

MINOR TELEPORT - SPACE

RANGE 100 METERS

COST - 125 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORDS AND YOU WILL TELEPORT TO YOUR DESIRED DESTINATION WITHIN RANGE. CAN ONLY BE AN EMPTY SPACE, OTHERWISE THE SPELL WILL NOT ACTIVATE.

FIRE BOLT - ELEMENTAL

RANGE 50 METERS

COST - 50 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORD AND A BOLT OF FLAME REFLECTING YOUR CLASS WILL FLY FROM YOUR FINGER INFLICTING FLAME DAMAGE AND CAUSING THE TARGET TO BURN.

WATER SHIELD - ELEMENTAL

RANGE - SELF

COST - 75 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORD AND FROM YOUR FOREARM A SHIELD MADE OF WATER WILL APPEAR IN YOUR ENVISIONED SHAPE.

DARK BOLT - DARK

RANGE - 75 METERS

COST - 100 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORD AND A MASS OF DARK ENERGY WILL FIRE FORTH FROM YOUR ENCLOSED FIST AND DEAL DARK DAMAGE.

CONSUME - DARK

RANGE - TOUCH

COST - 50 MP

BY TOUCHING SOMETHING YOU WILL OPEN UP A DARK TARE IN SPACE THAT WILL CONSUME THE TOUCHED OBJECT 100 HP REGAINED PER USE. WILL NOT WORK ON THE LIVING, UNDEAD OR CONSTRUCTS.

MINOR SHAPECHANGE - ALTERATION

RANGE - SELF

COST - 300 MP

YOU CAN CHANGE SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF BY SAYING THE COMMAND WORD THE CHANGE IS PERMANENT UNTILL DISPELLED. CHANGES CAN ONLY BE MINOR AND SUIT YOUR RACE.

DARK CLAW - DARK

RANGE - 2 METERS

COST - 30 MP

YOU HOLD OUR YOUR HAND AND A DARK IMITATION APPEARS WITHIN RANGE MIRRORING THE MOVEMENTS. THE HAND DOESN'T GET STOPPED BY LIVING MATTER AND WILL FEEL NO RESISTANCE FROM IT.

SUMMON SERVANT - CONTROL/DARK

RANGE - 5 METERS

COST - 1/2 MAX MP

A DEMONIC SPIRIT IS BOUND AS YOUR SERVANT TO YOU AND YOU MAY SUMMON THEM IN BY SAYING THE COMMAND WORD. IF KILLED YOU CAN SUMMON THEM BACK BY SAYING THE COMMAND WORD.

EXPLOSION - DARK

RANGE - 1000 METERS

COST - 1/2 MAX MP

AN EXPLOSION WITH WHICH INCREASES IN POWER ALONG WITH YOUR MAX MP HAPPENS AT THE DESIRED LOCATION WITHIN RANGE BY SPEAKING THE COMMAND WORD AND POINTING TO THE LOCATION.

MAGIC AURA - DEFENCE

RANGE - SELF

COST - 250 MP

ALL DAMAGE BELOW 5 TIMES YOUR JOB LVL IS NEGATED.

WEATHER MASTER - ELEMENTAL/CONTROL

RANGE - 3500 METERS

COST - 400 MP

UPON ANNOUNCING THE COMMAND WORD THE WEATHER 3500 METERS AROUND YOU WILL CHANGE TO YOUR ENVISIONED CONDITIONS. LASTS UNTIL DISPELLED.

BLACK HOLE - DARK

RANGE - 300 METERS

COST - 450 MP

UPON ANNOUNCING THE COMMAND WORD IT CREATES A TEAR IN SPACE THAT SUCKS IN AND DESTROYS ANYTHING WITHIN 100 METERS OF IT. ANYTHING OUTSIDE OF THAT RANGE FEELS NO EFFECT.

OBSIDIAN SWORD - DARK

RANGE - 150 METERS

COST - 100 MP

WHEN THE COMMAND WORD IS ANNOUNCED A BLACK CRYSTAL LONGSWORD APPEARS FLOATING AROUND THE CASTER THIS WILL THEN SEEK OUT THE TARGET LIKE A MISSILE, IMPALING THE TARGET.

ABSOLUTE BREAK ITEM - DARK

RANGE - TOUCH

COST - 600 MP

ANY ITEM TOUCHED AND TARGETED BY THIS SPELL WILL BREAK.

SERVANT SIGHT - DARK

RANGE - 3500 METERS

COST - 350 MP

UPON ANNOUNCING THE COMMAND WORD THE CASTER CAN SEE THROUGH THE EYES OF ONE OF THEIR SERVANTS UNTILL DISPELLED.

TEMPORAL FIELD - TEMPORAL

RANGE - 50 METERS

COST - 350 MP

CREATES A BUBBLE OF SUSPENDED TIME, 2 METERS IN RADIUS, WITHIN RANGE.

IDENTITY SHROUD - DARK

RANGE - SELF

COST - 400 MP

COVERS THE USER IN DARK MAGIC, MAKING THEM APPEAR AS A FIGURE MADE OF SHADOW. DOESN'T COVER CLOTHING AND IS ACTIVE UNTIL DISPELLED.

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 11

"I'm alright to look at your stats?"

"Of course Master, I am now your property until the day you die." She said with a smile.

"Ah and you willingly signed up?"

"Yes and now that I've signed up I'm sure I would never betray you even if my service became eternal." Yet again a smile.

"Ah good..." his voice trailed off when he saw Klem's stats.

"KLEM" DEMONIC SPIRIT LVL 85

HP - 1250

MP - 2000

JOB - BOSS TIER DEMONIC SUCCUBUS

STR - 75

DEX - 350

CON - 500

INT - 750

WIS - 250

LCK - 758

—BOSS TIER?! Freaking Boss Tier?!—

How powerful must this servant thing be?!

"As of the summoning of me here you have one magical command over me." She sharpened his focus.

"Magical command?" Lazarus closed the open status window.

"Yes, you may order me to be one way or do one thing." Klem explained as she folded her arms, exaggerating he breasts. Lazarus knew his Unquestioned Leadership ability would make her always do his bidding but she clearly didn't know.

"You will not kill none monster races without my bidding and furthermore will not harm any of my property without my saying so. Understand?" Her eyes shone momentarily with a pale green light and then faded.

"Yes master." She replied in a somewhat solemn way with her head lowered down.

—Ahh, she likes killing non-monsters. Well she is a demon after all, a very sexy one—

He was getting distracted again.

He looked around the room to try and avoid looking at said "sexy" demon. Eton was still lying down in his bed seemingly sleeping, it was hard to tell, he could neither snore nor close his eyes. The rest of the beds were empty, soon to be full once the summons were over. His eyes drifted to his own reflection in the window to his left. His old NEET appearance had dissipated, the black hair was now silver with horns coming out of it and on his face was a scowl of concentration.

"Master?" The succubus had made her way up to him as he was looking away and was now less than 30cm away from his face. "Are you okay? You look angry."

"Yes I'm fine." He said, eyes facing straight forwards over her head.

"Ohh, I get it. My appearance is making you lust for me. Don't worry, you can have me anytime you want." She said the last line with a wink and moved her breasts around with her hands.

—Oh. My. God—

How am I going to survive with her as my servant and keep this text PG?! He was really struggling to keep his hormones in check. The best solution would be to delay it he thought.

"Not right now Klem, I have matters to attend to." He said in a slightly lower voice that he made when he was uncomfortable or annoyed.

"Summon Servant"

45 minutes later and all was sorted. Lazarus now had a group of 5 entities bound to his complete control. He'd given them the same magical bounds as Klem and they all had reacted in different ways. Liz the weaver had no reaction to it as her emotionless face sustained no matter what. Yui had pulled a cute little mock frown, she reminded him of his cousin back in his previous world. Ragnos and Yrese had both looked extremely unhappy as their heads scraped against the roof.

—now to recap—

Klem is a succubus, Liz is a primordial (she weaves fate as her job), Yui is an aspect of death.

—I think she represents the innocence in the choice of who dies—

Ragnos seems to be a sort of really high level red demon thing and Yrese is a Frost Giant who can edit his size at will, Lazarus had checked with him and his maximum height is as tall as a mountain. Liz is a petite woman who is very pale and has shimmering black hair which goes down to her shoulders, her face is always monotone albeit perfect. She has a white silk dress that hugs her modest figure and long black fingernails that sometimes pluck at invisible strings in the air. Yui is the same small black haired girl who wears a pink kimono and holds a katana by her side. Only now that she's out of the void she actually has a spark of something dark in her eyes. Ragnos is a very large, about 8ft tall red skinned man who is built like a brick out house and wears a black medieval tank top with flared black trousers and sandals. Yrese is a very tall man with pale blue skin and frosty white hair in a cream version of Ragnos' outfit, he comes to about 8' 7".

"Are you all acquainted yet?" He'd let them have time to theirselves for the past 10 minutes, talking amongst one another.

"Yes Lord!" They all replied in unison, Liz had recommended that they call Lazarus 'Lord' or 'Lord Null' or even, if they wanted to be really informal 'Master'.

"Ah good, now I appreciate that the wide world is just outside the confines of this room and as such Ragnos and Yrese will not fit in. I would like to take Liz, Eton and Klem out with me tomorrow." The skills Lazarus had gave him a natural edge in organising those under his employ. "Do any oppose this, I encourage you to speak your minds." He'd rather they weren't mindless grunts, although he was now a genius prodigy of a leader he wasn't perfect so would appreciate help. Yui was the first to speak up.

"I think it's a great idea Lord Null they will be the most inconspicuous; giving the appearance of a balanced party." Her small body and high voice greatly contrasted the wisdom with which she spoke.

"Uhh, thanks Yui." He smiled then, looking around "Anyone else?" They all shook their heads.

—Well looks like I'm more of a natural than I thought—

"Alright, well off to sleep then I guess?"

"Wait, there aren't enough beds." Klem said, a glint in her eye "I'll sleep on the floor."

Unperturbed by her mischievous look Lazarus agreed "That's kind of you, well, everyone take a bed and Klem. Thankyou." It had been a very long and tiring day for Lazarus so he was thankful to get some sleep. He took the bed on the far right, closest to the door.

"Morning Master!" A joyful seductive voice was coming from right above Lazarus.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes and gazed down at the sight before him. Klem had mounted his crotch in a cowgirl esc pose and was now pushing her bountiful bussom onto his chest. "Minor Teleport!" Lazarus reacted. A thump could be heard as he appeared upright next to the table and Klem fell face first into his bed.

"Awww." She sighed playfully as Lazarus brushed down his dark Mage outfit and slung a satchel over his shoulder. Flicking up the collar he turned to her.

"Good morning Klem, I trust you slept well?" He glared.

"Uhm... y-yes, I did, thank you." Her gaze was cast down at that.

Looking around the room Lazarus saw that the rest of his servants were all up and eating breakfast. A meal of fried bread and milk upon medieval plates and goblets.

"Woah" He was astounded at the dishes, he'd never actually seen any food in this world yet. On that note, his stomach suddenly realised it wasn't full. "Where did you get that from?" He asked Liz

"It was brought to our room at my command, I made sure that Ragnos and Yrese weren't seen. There is one here for you too my Lord" she motioned towards an empty seat and a full dish and goblet. All the while keeping a fave like set marble.

Lazarus sat down in between Yui ,who was currently munching on her bread, and Ragnos who had just finished his meal and was chugging his milk down. Lazarus then tucked into his own meal, it was amazing, he remembered the taste of the fried bread he used to half heartedly make for himself. Within moments he had devoured all of the meal including the drink. Reinvigorated for his plan today he stood. "Klem, Liz, Eton." Each looked up, Klem from his bed, Liz from her seat and Eton from his bed. "It's time to head out." Each stood up extremely fast and Eton's gravely voice rung out as he swung his hand towards his head in a salute.

"Yessir!"

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 10

"What the hell?!" He asked nothingness.

Then nothingness replied.

"Choose your servant." A dark, multilayered voice echoed out through the darkness and with it images swirled into existence. One image of a tall, red skinned devil who resembled a Baron of Hell, one of a short girl with long black hair and pointed ears, she wielded a katana. And the last one was one that Lazarus had secretly been hoping for; a woman, who had a very elegant, full figure in a form fitting white dress that left very little to the imagination of what her breasts looked like, two white horns emerging from her blue hair and on her back were two large leathery black wings. Her skin itself was the complexion of porcelain and her lips were a large and full red.

—Yes!—

"That one." He pointed towards the succubus. The black world around him faded to reveal the room he was in and in the place of the image the real succubus stood, her eyes glued to Lazarus.

OVERLORD LEVEL UP

LVL 25

+5 INT

+5 WIS

+5 LCK

+750 MAX MP

SPELL LEARNED

IDENTITY SHROUD

ABILITY LEARNED

SUPERIOR CASTING

"Hello master" the succubus said in an alluring voice "I am Klemintine Organsmar but you can call me Klem."

"Aha... okay, Klem, I am Lazarus." Lazarus was trying not to stare at the over exposed cleavage or not screw up his words.

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 9

"That comes to 1468 GP and 78 SP." the young beast kin said with a smile, handing over the money after receiving the mana crystals. She had vibrant ginger hair with fox ears pointing out of the top of that uneven bob. Her typical fantasy world waitress outfit hugged her figure as her bushy tail poked out the back of the skirt. "Err...em... errrm" Lazarus but his tongue "T-thankyou." He struggled, then swiftly spun around on his heel and strutted out of the adventurers guild. At the doorway of the large circular building stood Eton as lookout.

—damn, that girl was way too cute—

The beast kin had thrown him off, she was right out of an anime, short skirt, airhead, animal ears and tail.

—Damn!—

She'd really thrown him off.

—DAMNIT!—

Dark magic swirled around his fist as he got more and more frustrated at himself. He noticed it and dismissed the frustration. He had to find an inn.

The inn wasn't hard to find, with these funds he could definitely rent a high quality one person room or a cattle class squad room.

"That'll be one 6 bed-room laddie, you sure you'll need that many? It's just you and your friend there right?" The middle aged dwarf queried.

"I'm sure." Lazarus wasn't in a talkative mood at the moment but he passed it off with an infectious smile. He had something far more important to think on.

The small, plump dwarf man lead Lazarus and Eton to their shared room. The dwarf's name was 'Hignar Stongdaw' as head explained earlier on. He had a short wavy blonde haircut and a long flowing beard that contrasted his old wizened face.

The hallways of the Inn - the cozy night - were small and dark, only lit by simple torchlight. Every 10 feet or so there was a wooden door on either side of them, each with some script on that Lazarus could somehow read. They were room numbers. There came a break in the hallway where it forked off into two separate halls heading in opposite directions. The one to the right lead on to more doors like the ones they had just passed and the one on the right lead to a singular door with sigils on that said "666".

—Unlucky numbering for whoever says in that room—

"This is your room laddie." The dwarf said, motioning towards the room '666'.

"Ahh, thank you Hignar." Lazarus extended a hand and Hignar handed him a small stone with the same symbols for 666 on. Lazarus took it and held it against the door. The woodwork shone a pale blue and separated down the middle, revealing a large open dwelling. There were 6 beds, two on the left and right of the room and two at the back of it. In the middle sat a large round table, six seats and a decanter in the middle of said table. Lazarus stepped in and waved the dwarf goodbye as he stepped down the path counting up the rent for the room as he went. A total of 45 GP, Lazarus had paid in advance for the room for 3 nights.

One Eton was in the room Lazarus motioned for the door to close and it did just that, the light fading from it once it was closed. He placed the stone in his satchel. Stepping towards the middle room he saw the small diamond shaped window that was nestled above the left set of beds.

These beds should be enough for the amount of servants he planned to summon.

He didn't know the details of what servant he would get, all he knew was they were powerful. The spell said that he could summon in 5 servants so he'd summon 4 so Eton and he would get a bed each.

"Eton, I'm going to summon in the first servant, remember they aren't hostile and you're my right hand man." He put a thumbs up and a goofy smile at the last part.

"Alright sir, do I have permission to rest in this bed?" He gestured to the bed at the far right corner of the room.

"Sure I don't see why not." He shrugged, doesn't seem like trouble.

Eton waved his hand over his form and the armour melted away revealing his skeleton body beneath and then he lay down.

—Time to get on with this I guess—

He took the decanter off the table and placed it gently in the corner of the room. He'd need more space if they happened to be a huge servant. Moving the table would probably be better but at least the glass doesn't shatter at this point.

Lazarus held out his hand, bracing for the significant MP drain. He spoke the command words.

"Summon Servant."

The world around him shrunk and swirled to black.

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 8

His stats were amazing as far as combat was concerned but in regards to the social side of life he's severely lacking. However, Lazarus doubted it would be much of a problem as he could just pass him off as his well-armoured friend or simply his death knight.

"Eton, we're going to head back into town so I can exchange these crystals for funds. Are you going to cope?" Lazarus was worried for the death knight as he thought that maybe his killing instinct would override his control.

"Yes sir. If you command it I will obey." The death knight replied, his armour clinking as he brought his hand up in salute.

—ahh the unquestioned leadership ability, that's quite useful. I guess that all the jobs abilities would have to feed into one another—

"Let's go then" he spoke and turned in the direction of daylight. Eton was quick to follow, his new armour clanking at the joints.

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 7

SKILL UPRGRADED

COMMAND LVL 49

SKILL UPGRADED

COMMAND MAX LVL

—So 50 is the Max Level—

SKILL UPGRADED

DIPLOMACY LVL 30

ABILITY UPGRADED

DANGER PROJECTION LVL 25

STAT UPGRADED

+78 CON

+50 STR

+110 INT

+50 WIS

+70 LCK

+40 CHA

—Everything looks good, wait, I wonder—

JOB LVL UP

OVERLORD LVL 24

+55 INT

+44 WIS

+22 LCK

+50 MAX HP

+650 MAX MP

+25 MP REGEN

SPELL LEARNED

WEATHER MASTER

SPELL LEARNED

BLACK HOLE

SPELL LEARNED

OBSIDIAN SWORD

SPELL LEARNED

ABSOLUTE BREAK ITEM

SPELL LEARNED

SERVANT SIGHT

SPELL LEARNED

TEMPORAL FIELD

ABILITY UNLOCKED

MANA MANIPULATION MAX LVL

ABILITY UNLOCKED

SUMMON UNDEAD LEGION MAX LVL

ABILITY UNLOCKED

GREATER SUMMON UNDEAD LEGION MAX LVL

+4 SERVANTS BOUND AND READY TO SUMMON

—Woah, that's a lot—

The last notification reminded him he had yet to summon in his first servant, never mind the remaining four he'd just gotten. It also reminded him of his current servant, Eton. He looked up and found that Eton had been patiently waiting with two pouches filled with gems and a handful of gems too.

"Woah, thanks Eton." He said with a smile, best to be nice and give praise when needed he thought.

"No problem master, ready to serve" Eton said, standing up after handing over the gems and saluting. After putting all of the gems away, he had a total of 36 separate gems, including the large one. The rest must've been pilfered from the bodies of those dead adventurers.

An idea sprung into Lazarus' head, inspired by his need to show gratitude and one of his most recent skills.

"Hold still Eton." He commanded while getting to his feet. "I'm going to give you a gift" Eton then stood deathly still, like a science room skeleton that was dressed in ruined armour, had dark grey bones and was dripping dark condensation.

Lazarus looked around and spotted the orange stream of mana flowing through the dungeon air and then, not knowing how else to do it, grabbed a hold of it. And it was captured, he then dragged it (with strain) towards and onto the skeleton. Eton started glowing with a pale white light, his form growing, then shrinking then growing again and his ruined armour healed itself and then shifted, becoming a full suit of black iron armour that covered him, skull to toe-bone. Eton was no longer Eton the skeleton but Eton the death knight. A high tier undead.

SERVANT LEVELLED UP

SERVANT UPRGADED

SERVANTS TIER INCREASED

SERVANTS JOB CHANGED

SERVANT IS NOW A DEATH KNIGHT

DAMAGE DETECTED - PURGING

+51 HP

Ahh, there was the heal, Lazarus had been wondering when the next one would be as the two cuts on his arms ached and bled. It appeared that this ability happened randomly.

—The change to a death night is handy—

Having Eton be a death knight was useful as it meant that he would be able to kill more enemies faster in combat, survive and wouldn't be as conspicuous in public. Lazarus pulled up Eton's stats (Eton was now his property so he could view his stats).

DEATH KNIGHT (ETON) LVL 48

HP 1000

MP 0

STR 175

DEX 145

CON 100

INT 20

WIS 75

CHA 10

LCK 5

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 6

LAZARUS NULL Demon Overall LVL 15

HP - 489/540

MP - 1400

+15MP p/s

SP - 9999999999999999999999999-

Job - OVERLORD LVL 13

STR - 20

DEX - 87

CON - 20

INT - 177

WIS - 125

CHA - 84

LCK - 129

Alignment:

-290

Spells known:

BIND MONSTER

MINOR TELEPORT

FIREBOLT

WATER SHIELD

DARK BOLT

CONSUME

MINOR SHAPECHANGE

DARK CLAW

SUMMON SERVANT

EXPLOSION

MAGIC AURA

Abilities:

DANGER PROJECTION - LVL 2

DAMAGE PURGE - LVL 4

SUPREME MAGIC - MAX LVL

DEMONIC RESISTANCE - LVL 1

UNQUESTIONED LEADERSHIP - MAX LVL

MANA VISION - MAX LVL

Skills:

SNEAK - LVL 7

ASSASSINATION - LVL 2

SWORD MASTERY - LVL 1

COMMAND - LVL 12

DIPLOMACY - LVL 3

—Damn, that's a lot of new stuff—

He already knew what all of the things were, mana vision was especially useful, he could actually see the thick flow of mana through the dungeon air. It flowed like a river through the air, glowing orange light. Funny thing was it actually lighted his path, it grew paler along the path he had taken in to here so atleast he knew his way around now. He decided since he had some time to kill while his skeleton (who he'd decided to name Eton) was picking up the gems, he may as well take the time to upgrade some stuff.

[solomon-rincewind]

Fantasy Series Part 5

An hour later and Lazarus Null was an official adventurer, knew how this worlds currency works, that monsters killed drop 'mana crystals' that can be exchanged for coin, he was given the base gear for his job of Overlord (they had never heard of it and thus gave him dark Mage garbs) and he was stood outside the entrance to the dungeon by himself. He now appeared to be a young man no older than 25, had shoulder length silver hair that was tied up in a pony tail at the back of his head, two black horns poking out of his hair from just above and behind his temples, emerald green eyes and was dressed in a black long coat with grey accents, similar styled clothes underneath with a flared collar. Slung across his body was a leather pouch that is used to house the mana crystals and an extra pouch for more should he get them.

—time to go monster hunting so I can eat and sleep—

He'd grown hungry and didn't know how long it would take for it to count as a negative effect.

—Let's go—

And with that thought he stepped onwards into the large cave just as the sun had begun lifting itself over the horizon to its left.

The inner of the cave was dark so Lazarus couldn't actually tell what was in it or how large it was, he had guessed from the entrance that the cave itself was in the same circle like shape and thus was roughly 4 meters in diameter. It took a further few minutes of walking for his vision to adjust to the dark corridors but once it did he used the firebolt spell to light a torch he had found on the floor. The flame from the spell said it would match his class. It had come out as a grey flame with bright white edges that left a sickly pale light throughout the cavern. He was correct as to the shape of the cavern but it's walls and ceilings were draped by thick masses of cobwebs and the corpses of adventurers lined the walls.

Another few minutes of walking and the entrance was completely out of sight but no monsters were to be seen. Then to his left he heard something clatter, sounded like metal on stone. His heart skipped a beat, must be a monster to kill.

He sprinted down the path to his left, the cave narrowed down a bit, the walls being 3 meters apart instead of 4. The path was turning ever so slightly left and that right like a soft squiggle. Then it took a sudden 90 degree turn to the left. Through that turn was a scene of battle, of a party of 4 being overwhelmed by a group of about 20 skeletons.

Lazarus should have ran in to help them but he didn't, he sat back and watched until the battle was over, about half of the skeletons had been killed and transformed into small gems about 5 centimetres long and a few wide. Now it was Lazarus' turn. He knew for a fact that this band of skeletons were levels 9 through 12 so he couldn't control them but he had an idea.

"H-HEY!" He shouted at them "Your mother is fat!" He shouted children's insults at them. A few turned and started running his way, they were surprisingly nimble for undead. Happy that he'd distracted enough of them he used a spell and forgot that it's power would be amplified due to his ability.

He clenched his fist and pointed it towards the front most skeleton. "Dark Bolt!" He yelled. Instantly his fist was forced back by and explosion of dark energy, an orb of shadow was blasting through the air towards the skeleton at at least one hundred miles per hour. VRRMSHHH!! The bolt impacted and washed over the four skeletons charging towards him, he felt briefly worried but that went away as he saw that all three skeletons were now nothing but dust from the waist up.

OVERLORD LVL UP

OVERLORD LVL 10

+8 INT

+10 WIS

+4 LCK

+200 MAX MP

SPELL LEARNED

EXPLOSION

ABILITY UNLOCKED

UNQUESTIONED LEADERSHIP MAX LVL

The Dark Bolt had caught the attention of the remaining 6 skeletons. They were now charging over the bones of their dead friends towards Lazarus. The bones of the dead skeletons suddenly smashed together to form a gem about the size of Lazarus's fist. But the skeletons approaching were his main concern.

"Damn." He cursed as they rapidly gained ground on him. "Water Shield! Flame Bold!" A circular shield made of water sprung up just above his forearm and grey flames leapt from his finger to the nearest skeleton's head. The skull was engulfed in these pale flames and within seconds was disintegrated, the rest of the bones fell the the floor with a clatter. A second later and the five remaining undead were upon him, he managed to deflect one of their swords with his shield but was caught on the other arm with a slice from one of the skeletons blades.

YOU HAVE SUFFERED A DEEP WOUND

-63 HP

YOU ARE BLEEDING PROFUSELY

-40 HP

WOUND DETECTED - PURGING DAMAGE

+103 HP

Just as fast as he had lost the 103 HP he'd been healed by the special window. But now was no time for this, they got in another couple of slices.

YOU HAVE SUFFERED A SHALLOW WOUND - 16 HP

YOU HAVE SUFFERED A MILD WOUND -35 HP

This time it didn't heal.

—Damnit!—

"Dark Claw!" He gestured in a sweeping motion with his hand and the spectral hand imitated it, sending the front three skeletons flying into the wall to his right, shattering on impact.

—YES! Two left!—

He slipped round the side of one of the skeletons and grabbed its skull with his right hand, the arm without the shield on, and shouted "Bind Monster!" The skeleton seemed to shiver then it stiffened up, its white bones turning to a dark grey and some type of grew water vapour started falling off of it. It then saluted Lazarus.

"Kill the last one." Lazarus commanded, significantly calmed knowing that his plan had worked. The skeleton nodded the said "Yessiree" in a low gravely voice. It then proceeded to kick its previous ally against the wall and drive its sword hilt deep in the skeletons skull and then pulled it out while flicking which flung the skeleton to the floor, smashing it.

"Woah..." Lazarus was speechless, a talking skeleton and how powerful was it?!

Once the last skeleton's body had turned into a crystal Lazarus gave the skeleton a command.

"Bring me all the crystals from here and place them in this satchel, there's another if that one doesn't have enough space." The skeleton saluted once more and went to gather all of the crystals.

OVERLORD LVL INCREASED

OVERLORD LVL 13

+15 INT

+20 WIS

+10 LCK

SPELL LEARNED

MAGIC AURA

ABILITY UNLOCKED

MANA VISION MAX LVL

SKILL LVL UP

COMMAND LVL 12

Lazarus took the time of his skeleton slowly collecting the gems to view his status window.

[solomon-rincewind]

Part 4 of the fantasy series

SP USED

SP REMAINING 999999999999999999-

+60 DEX

The boost in speed was instant, suddenly Lazarus was gaining on the demon-kin and still felt like he could run at this speed for hours. Within 2 minutes they were at the front door of the delapidated prison, its large wooden double door seemed to be barred from the outside, Lazarus stepped forward to consume the barred door but Lothar put a hand out to stop him.

"You're not against killing right?" He asked in a whisper.

"No, why?" Lazarus responded in the same volume.

"We don't know how many guard are beyond that door so it's best to sneak rather than consume everything in our way. I'll draw them to us then steal their swords and we'll kill them and sneak out."

Lazarus thought about this, sounded pretty intense but he could go through with it. He made a quick nod and stood at one side of the door.

"Sound Effect" Lothar whispered.

A few seconds later two guards (by Lazarus' guess) came to the other side of the door.

"Sorry mate, didn't realise we still had someone in there" one of them said.

Straining could be heard on the other side aswell as the scraping of wood against wood and then a large THUMP of the bar dropping to the ground.

"Greater Illusion" Lothar said quietly while holding out his arm, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. Lazarus could tell that he was using up a lot of MP to do this.

The guards stepped in and started talking to someone who didn't exist as Lazarus and Lothar snuck up on them and slid their swords out of their respective sheaths. They were plain iron swords with a straight double edged blade and a cross guard. Lothar gave him a nod and the two men slid the swords down past the guards shoulders, in between their collarbones and backs. A brief "Hck" was heard from both guards as their lifeless bodies fell limp on the floor. Strange. Lazarus felt absolutely no sympathy towards the two guards they had just slain in cold blood.

SWORD MASTERY, ASSASSINATION AND SNEAK HAVE ALL BEEN CREATED THROUGH SPECIAL ACTIONS.

OVERLORD LVL INCREASED

LVL 4

+8 INT

+10 WIS

+4 LCK

SPELL LEARNT

DARK CLAW

He quickly spent a few skill points to level up his Sneak to Level 6. Then consumed both bodies along with their swords. However he left the guard who he had killed's clothing intact and changed into it. It was a basic set of fantasy guard armour much like that of the well known skyrim imperials.

"Nice one Laz." Lothar said to him approvingly.

"Hey Lothar, what's your alignment?" Lazarus said as the question came into his head.

"It's -130 why?"

"Ahh, mine is -230. I just wanted to see the difference" he explained casually.

"Alright, that's pretty low, I got mine from the kill contracts I've accepted and well, being in prison."

"Huh, I wonder what I got mine from." He pulled a pose as if idly wondering what he did get his from. In actuality it was from what and who he was.

A few minutes passed as Lazarus scanned the courtyard outside, it was in a semi-circular pattern branching out from their current building. Bordering off the yard from the outside village was a wall the ran the length of the yard with a few guards mounted as lookouts atop it.

Night had well and truly fallen as the light pollution from the village could be seen round the wall and the stars in the night sky shone brightly in formations Lazarus didn't recognise.

"Let's get going." Lothar said once his MP had recovered.

"Alright, which way?"

"We scale the wall, kill the first guard and climb down the other side." He said pointing across to their far right where a ladder could be seen and a guard waited above it.

"I'll do it, you come when I've killed him." Lazarus commanded.

"Alright buddy, good luck"

Lazarus nodded and turned to look at the guard.

COMMAND ABILITY WAS CREATED THROUGH A SPECIAL ACTION

OVERLORD BONUS ADDED TO LEVEL

COMMAND LVL 5

Lazarus noted the change and then started his plan.

"Minor Teleport" he said and the scenery changed, suddenly he was crouched behind the guard upon the wall, behind him was the city greater.

He held his hand out clenched it into a fist as he said the command word of his new spell.

"Dark Claw." His hand was enveloped in black shadow and a dark spectral hand appeared around the guards head, crushing it. Lazarus caught the headless body before it could fall over the wall and said "Consume" it turned black and then disappeared. He could see Lothar approaching low across the courtyard.

OVERLORD LVL UP

OVERLORD LVL 7

+12 INT

+15 WIS

+6 LCK

SPELL LEARNED

SUMMON SERVANT

SNEAK LVL UP

SNEAK LVL 7

ASSASSINATION LVL UP

ASSASSINATION LVL 2

There was a few other notifications but Lazarus was more concerned with watching Lothar and making sure he got there safely. The guards on the wall had either not noticed him yet or were choosing to ignore him as their gaze was solely fixed straight forward as they twiddled their thumbs in boredom. Lothar made it and climbed the ladder then gave Lazarus a wink as he immediately climbed down the other side of the wall into the outside city. Lazarus used the Minor Teleport again, beating Lothar down to the ground.

"We're free once more!" Lothar announced as he made it off the wall, he leapt for joy, holding out his hand to the relieved demon. He took it and shook. "Hey man, you ever need any help and I'm your man."

"Thanks, could I take you up on that offer now?"

"Sure, what is it?" He said, eyes narrowing with concern

"Well, I don't know my way around and have no money so could you lend me a hand in finding a way to earn some through the day?"

"Sure man, it's just coming up to morning so I guess you could head into the dungeon." He said, pointing down a wide road that was perpendicular to the road they were speaking on now.

"Dungeon? Is that where monsters are?" Lazarus was astounded, this was like a real life dungeons and dragons.

"Yeah, monsters live there and are created in there by the mana in the air. Each dungeon is ran by that mana and the mana sustains it."

"Woah, so how can I earn money there? Do the monsters drop coins?"

"Aha, I forgot you don't know anything. First we'll have to sign you up as an adventurer and that'll require a skrying test."

"That'll reveal my stats and job right?" Lazarus said, weighing up what he should do, was it a necessary risk he wondered.

"Yes but only to the village chief and he isn't allowed to share your stats or anything or even take action for them."

"Oh, good." He sighed with relief.

"Well let's get me signed up then."

"You gotcha!" Winked the demon-kin.

[solomon-rincewind]

Part 3 of the fantasy series

BIND MONSTER - CONTROL

RANGE - TOUCH

COST - 120 MP

YOU CAN BIND ANY MONSTER WITH A LOWER LEVEL THAN YOU TO YOUR CONTROL WITH A SIMPLE TOUCH.

MINOR TELEPORT - SPACE

RANGE 100 METERS

COST - 125 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORDS AND YOU WILL TELEPORT TO YOUR DESIRED DESTINATION WITHIN RANGE. CAN ONLY BE AN EMPTY SPACE, OTHERWISE THE SPELL WILL NOT ACTIVATE.

FIRE BOLT - ELEMENTAL

RANGE 50 METERS

COST - 50 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORD AND A BOLT OF FLAME REFLECTING YOUR CLASS WILL FLY FROM YOUR FINGER INFLICTING FLAME DAMAGE AND CAUSING THE TARGET TO BURN.

WATER SHIELD - ELEMENTAL

RANGE - SELF

COST - 75 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORD AND FROM YOUR FOREARM A SHIELD MADE OF WATER WILL APPEAR IN YOUR ENVISIONED SHAPE.

DARK BOLT - DARK

RANGE - 75 METERS

COST - 100 MP

ANNOUNCE THE COMMAND WORD AND A MASS OF DARK ENERGY WILL FIRE FORTH FROM YOUR ENCLOSED FIST AND DEAL DARK DAMAGE.

CONSUME - DARK

RANGE - TOUCH

COST - 50 MP

BY TOUCHING SOMETHING YOU WILL OPEN UP A DARK TARE IN SPACE THAT WILL CONSUME THE TOUCHED OBJECT 100 HP REGAINED PER USE.

WILL NOT WORK ON THE LIVING, UNDEAD OR CONSTRUCTS.

MINOR SHAPECHANGE - ALTERATION

RANGE - SELF

COST - 300 MP

YOU CAN CHANGE SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF BY SAYING THE COMMAND WORD THE CHANGE IS PERMANENT UNTILL DISPELLED. CHANGES CAN ONLY BE MINOR AND SUIT YOUR RACE.

—Huh well I guess these will be useful, but it does confirm that adventuring and monsters are a thing in this world—

Lazarus' current position was bugging him, he did not want to be locked up anymore. Then a thought came to him, he should break out.

—Wait what?! I don't want to go against the law—

But he did, deep down he did. Curious as to why he opened his status window once more and opened the alignment option.

ALIGNMENT: -230

—Ahhhh—

Now he understood, choosing the Overlord job and being a demon had changed his alignment.

"You've been doing stuff for a long time there kid." Lothar spoke, one of his eyebrows raised. "Whatcha up to?"

"Just sorting out my job and looking at my spells." Lazarus thought an honest but refraining stance was necessary.

"Ahhh a spell caster then, I'm an illusionist, a subclass of wizard." The man waved his hand through the air and a splutter of purple sparks came from his palm "But this cell is enchanted, no magic allowed on the inside"

But Lazarus knew he could use it, the Supreme Magic ability would allow the use of magic.

Lazarus nodded to the statement of Lothar and then casted his first spell.

"Minor Shapechange" he announced while envisioning the changes that will take place. He couldn't see them but he sure felt them take place, his irises changed to a vibrant green, almost like a gemstone. His hair changed from black to silver hand he grew small horns from the sides of his head.

Lothar's eyes widened at the changes and the use of magic here. He opened his mouth to say something but Lazarus beat him to it.

"I have an ability called 'Supreme Magic' it allows me to cast magic whenever I want" he explained but spared the details that his actual spells were boosted.

"Woah kid, you a demon-kin like me then? I know that spell only allows changes that suit the race."

"Nope, I'm a demon apparently." He explained with a smile.

"A demon? You think? To think such a powerful being still exists, I thought your kind were killed by the divine a millennium ago?" He sat forwards, inadvertently telling Lazarus about the lore of this world.

"Well as I say I can't remember anything but my name so I've got no answers to that." He ended the stream of questions with one simple statement "We're getting out of here my friend"

"What?!"

Lazarus stood up and turned to face the metal bars, thanks to his Supreme Magic he could easily escape by himself but wanted to keep such a useful ally; he took a few short steps towards the bars, quickly looked around to see if any guards were in sight and then let loose another spell.

"Consume" he spoke while placing his hands on the metal bars. The bars colour quickly changed to a black that was more like pure shadow than a colour. After a split second the wall of bars that kept the cell walled off from the outside world were gone.

OVERLORD LVL INCREASED

OVERLORD LVL - 2

+4 INT

+5 WIS

+2 LCK

He'd levelled up by using spells.

—This'll be fun—

He turned around to see Lothar up on his feet, leaping and punching the air.

"Woo! Aw man am I glad you were put into my cell." He did a little spin around on one of his toes and purple light flooded over him. He was now garbed in a flamboyant royal blue long coat, a suit which looked ludicrous but somehow suited the demon-kin. He also now had various piercings on his ears and tassels that connected to his horns. "Time for a reintroduction" he said, mouth wide with a grin and doing an extravagant bow. "My name is Lothar Illhorn, master illusionist at your service" He moved his hand forward and a window appeared in Lazarus' mind.

LOTHAR ILLHORN DEMON-KIN

OVERALL LVL 23

HP - 450

MP - 370/890

+7 MP p/s

SP - 0

JOB - WIZARD/ILLUSIONIST LVL 20

STR - 45

DEX - 67

CON - 59

INT - 78

WIS - 50

CHA - 123

LCK - 20

—I guess I was right to make him my ally—

It was a strange sensation to have someone else's window in his head but the information outweighed the strange feeling.

"Hello Lothar, I'm Lazarus Null. An amnesiac."

The response brought a smile to the purple man's face.

"So? Are we going to get out of here or what?"

Lazarus thought on that for a moment, he could probably run out right now or he could look through the pile of belongings he was sure his stuff had been tossed onto. In the end escaping is what came naturally to him for the moment.

"Do you know the way out?" He asked the man

Lothar grinned "Oh but of course"

The he broke into a run, leading down a dirty hallway lined with other cells, identical to their own. Many were empty but a few had sleeping residents.

—It must still be night then, the guards will be tired so that'll be better for us—

Lazarus followed behind, quickly loosing ground. Not happy with this difference in speed he chose to spend his SP.

[solomon-rincewind]

Part 2 of the fantasy series

LCK - 78

The base screen looked like that, though there were a couple of other 'tabs' he could visit he was mostly concerned with this one as he had one infinite stat.

"What is 'SP'?" He asked Lothar although he already had a vague idea.

"You can just investigate terms by pressing on them with your finger."

In light of this new knowledge he lifted a finger and pressed it to SP, it expanded a smaller window with text on it.

'SP' ARE EXTREMELY RARE POINTS WHICH ARE USED FOR UPGRADING ABILITIES AND PROVIDING AN XP BOOST TO A CHOSEN JOB THEREBY IMPROVING YOUR OVERALL LEVEL. IT CAN ALSO BE USED TO RAISE ONE STAT BY 5 PER SP USED. SP STANDS FOR SKILL POINT. THEY ARE EARNED THROUGH THE REACHING OF MILESTONES.

For such a small window it sure had a lot of writing. But Lazarus still had a few things he needed to check out. He held a finger on the job section, yet again a window popped up, this one was larger than the last though.

JOB STATUS - NONE CHOSEN

JOB OPTIONS -

WARRIOR

PRIEST

WIZARD

ROGUE

RANGER

DRUID

SHAMAN

DEMON HUNTER {not applicable}

OVERLORD {special}

He understood what this meant and had a vague idea of all of the jobs but read up on each just incase, the priest, Druid and shaman all had healing roles. The warrior, rogue and ranger all had no magic and relied on things called "Marshall Arts". The Overlord, Demon Hunter and wizard were all magic casters along with the healing classes but these focused on more offensive or utility spells other than healing. Really he had only one class that he'd wanted, the demon hunter. But that class was negligible as he was apparently a demon and demons can't hunt their own kind as a job apparently. So the second choice was what he went for. He clicked on the job and confirmed the role. A white light filled the cell and bounced around the corridors outside.

JOB SELECTED

JOB - OVERLORD

OVERLORD LVL 1

+10 INT

+10 CON

+25 LCK

+15 WIS

SPELLS LEARNT -

BIND MONSTER

MINOR TELEPORT

FIREBOLT

WATER SHIELD

DARK BOLT

CONSUME

MINOR SHAPECHANGE

MAX MP INCREASED

MAX MP +150

PASSIVE MP REGEN GAINED

PASSIVE MP REGEN 15MP PER SECOND

ABILITY ADDED - SUPREME MAGIC

SUPREME MAGIC MAX LVL

—Woah, that's a lot of stuff—

Lazarus was taken aback by the sheer magnitude of his skill additions, his overall level hadn't gone up though but the change was still impressive. He now had all of the tabs open and this is what he saw:

LAZARUS NULL Demon Overall LVL 2

HP - 330

MP - 720

+15MP p/s

SP - 9999999999999999999999999-

JOB - OVERLORD LVL 1

STR - 20

DEX - 27

CON - 20

INT - 130

WIS - 65

CHA - 84

LCK - 103

Spells known:

BIND MONSTER

MINOR TELEPORT

FIREBOLT

WATER SHIELD

DARK BOLT

CONSUME

MINOR SHAPECHANGE

Abilities:

DANGER PROJECTION - LVL 2

DAMAGE PURGE - LVL 4

SUPREME MAGIC - MAX LVL

DEMONIC RESISTANCE - LVL 1

He took his time over the next half an hour to mill over his stats, he saw no reason to change anything right now. Everything sat right with him. He knew what two of his abilities were as he'd used them already but Supreme Magic and Demonic Resistance were new. So he pressed on them.

SUPREME MAGIC

THE POWER OF YOUR SPELLS IS AMPLIFIED, YOU ARE ALWAYS ABLE TO CAST MAGIC EVEN IF YOU ARE WITHIN AN AREA OR AFFECTED BY SOMETHING THAT MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE. YOUR MP REGENERATION IS TRIPLED IN SPEED.

DEMONIC RESISTANCE

YOU NULLIFY FIRE AND DARK DAMAGE UP TO 20

40 AT NEXT LVL

—Huh, they are pretty useful—

Next up were the spells.

[solomon-rincewind]

Part-1 of a fantasy series I'll write roughly weekly

"Do you wish to stand atop the food chain? To be the most powerful?" A voice echoed out from within the deepest recesses of Milo's mind. The young man's mind responded without a second thought, before he'd even noticed that the voice which had asked wasn't even his. — yes, who wouldn't? —

"Very-well then"

— Woah, wait what?! —

But it was already too late.

Suddenly instead of being safely nestled in his single bed at the corner of his dark room playing on the latest "DOOM" game that had come out; He was suspended in midair, at least a mile above ground.

"Whaaa-- AHHHHHH!" His partial curiosity gave way to outright terror when he was no longer suspended in the clouds. Wind rushed past his head too fast for him to even acknowledge the sounds of his own scream.

Down he fell, part way through his body caught fire or at least the air around it did as he felt vaguely warm not burning in super hot gas. His throat had dried up so he was forced to continue his screaming internally. When he was finished having what felt like him to be a panic attack - although he'd never really had one - he had noticed something was off. He'd been falling for a really long time now. Almost, yeah, he'd say about 20 minutes. No matter how high he was, if he could still see the details of the land he could... the land.

He'd never seen anything like it. It was like he was viewing a fantasy map in 3-D. Villages sprung up in between lushly green field and colourful meadows, to his far left, almost the horizon, was a huge desert. To his right was a large mountain range topped with snow. But most impressive of all was the difference in what was in front of him and what was behind him. Behind was what appeared to be the setting sun, it was slowly ducking behind several large stone towers of what looked like a fortress with a huge city surrounding it; on closer inspection this fortress turned out to be a royal castle with cascading red and gold embellished sigils lining the walls. To his front however - in the direction he was slowly falling - was the ever encroaching night, the pitch black sky that clung to the edges of the land slowly creeping higher over the world he was plummeting to. Inside that darkness he could see was a large, crooked mockery of the fort behind him, its towers extended much further into the sky forming jagged tips on which he sure hoped he wouldn't fall. A giant walled off city also surrounded this one but it's buildings had a reddish tinge to them. In the middle of it all were lush green fields which must've stretched on for hundreds if not thousands of miles, on these fields were villages which ranged from small thatched houses to huge ringed, walled of expanses of stone buildings. The space between one town must've been at least 10 or 15 miles each. Re-envisioning his trajectory he guessed he'd fall within a mile or so of a village about a hundred miles from the giant evil looking metropolis.

After about an hour of falling Milo was starting to get hungry, darkness had already fallen, though he could see the torch lights of the villages and cities. The dark city towards which he was oriented had change appearance drastically once night had fallen, it now shone a brilliant gold and its outer cities and villages emanated a faint red glow aswell. The other fort on the other hand had sank below some hills which Milo had noticed after half an hour. He was now nearly 100 meters away from a medium sized town that was arranged in a kite like pattern with a grandeur mansion at the flatter end of said kite. About 30 seconds later his flight (or should I say falling) speed accelerated exponentially. Doubling then tripling that faster speed and repeating the process about 20 times in the space of a couple of seconds.

He passed out.

"Five more minutes..." Our hero Milo groaned. Then a sharp pain struck his leg and his eyes flung open. An arrow was lodged deep into his lower leg. "What the actual HELL!" He screamed, eyes dodging round to survey his surroundings and possibly find the shooter.

YOU HAVE SUFFERED A MILD WOUND

-20 HP

A window, a sort of transparent panel had appeared in his imaginary field of view, somehow he knew that this was called a 'status window' and that it was telling the truth and also that no one else could see his. The window closed then was immediately replaced by another one, this one wasn't the same as the last, instead of the previous plain brown, grey lined layout it had black lines and it's back was a series of feint ones and zeros in the colour green. This ones text was far more angular and looked like something from a cheap digital watch.

ABILITY - DANGER PROJECTION

STATUS - ON

Suddenly his vision lit up, bright green - what he could only describe as holograms - lit his vision, they were lines that ended in a circle that was narrowing slowly. Some of the lines stopped on his lower legs, a couple on his torso but most were going overhead and making the circles on the cobbled ground behind his crater.

— Wait crater? —

A frantic look around revealed he was lying in a crater about 3 meters in diameter in the middle of a central street in one of the villages he'd seen. No wonder people were shooting arrows at him, he'd just fallen from the sky in a fantasy world.

One of the circles floating on his leg connected to a green line closed to a point as an arrow came wooshing through the air and imbedded itself into his non-injured leg.

YOU HAVE SUFFERED A MILD WOUND

-26 HP

"Holy crap!" He exclaimed in pain, hugging both impaled legs and bringing his body away from all of the lines at once. The stranger looking window popped up again though this time it said something different.

WOUNDS DETECTED - PURGING DAMAGE

+46 HP

The arrows popped out of his legs, head and all. The bleeding wounds both sealed up in an instant, leaving a trail of red flesh behind. In that same instant the other circles narrowed down and 6 more arrows flew past him. None hit him though as no notification showed up and he didn't hurt, he heard the strange TCK of metal against rock as they each impacted the ground to his left.

—Prediction lines, automatic healing?! What am I? A protagonist in some litRPG?!—

He thought to himself half in frustration and half in amusement. More lines of prediction appeared, centred on his body which he now had balled up. In reaction he lay flat on the floor, ensuring all the lines were over him. A couple of seconds later a volley of 8 arrows zipped past him in the air. The brown window popped up.

ABILITY LEVEL UP! DANGER PROJECTION IS NOW LEVEL 2

YOU CAN NOW PREDICT MAGICAL PROJECTILES

His mind was filled with the knowledge of what these would look like, instead of green, thin lines they would be thick purple tubes or cones depending on the spell.

Not happy with his current predicament he wanted the guards, who he could now see all wielded both a sword -which were currently sheathed- and a short bow which was being used to try and kill Milo. They also outnumbered him 8:1.

"Stop shooting!" he shouted "I mean no harm" holding up his hand in a Vulcan salute. The brown window popped up once more.

SKILL: DIPLOMACY CREATED THROUGH A SPECIAL ACTION

DIPLOMACY LVL 3

The guards all exchanged glances with one another, lowered and put away their respective bows and then rushed him. Milo closed his eyes and stretched out both hands in protest. Letting out a "Plea--" before being smacked in the nose by what must've been a sword hilt and falling unconscious.

YOU HAVE RECIEVED A STUNNING BLOW

-30 HP

YOU ARE NOW UNCONSCIOUS

WOUNDS DETECTED - PURGING DAMAGE

+30 HP

NEGATIVE EFFECT DETECTED - RIGHTING EFFECT

Milo woke as if from a fully refreshing night's sleep. This time his eyes snapped open and he surveyed his surroundings immediately. He was in a dirty prison cell, about 2 meters wide and 4 meters long, infront of him was the exit, a set of long iron bars. To his immediate right was a wall, to his left, another and infront of him on the right of the room was a bunk bed of some sorts, made of rotting wood he thought it best to stay on the floor. In said bed was a middle aged man with wild brown hair through which a pair of horns which matched his lavender skin were poking out, he was moving his hand through the air in lines downwards, as if finger painting the same line over and over.

"Erm excuse me?" Milo timidly greeted the man trying his best not to agitate him.

"Huh?" The mans eyes drifted over to Milo and then lit up. "Oh you're awake kid? Glad to see, you had me worried there"

"Worried ?"

"God yeah, a kid falls from the sky, begs for help then the guards assault him" he shrugged "what's not to get worried about?"

"Well I wouldn't call it begging" Milo mumbled quietly. "What were you doing just there?"

The unkempt man sat up and stared down at the boy, getting a full look at the lad. He had shoulder length black hair, a narrow face and a long and thin but oddly muscular body, his clothing had been exchanged for prisoner garb the same he himself wore. A matching shirt and trouser set, these were poorly sown together and were ripped and torn in many places but their plain light brown colour hadn't faded.

"I was looking at my status window, everyone does that kid, you from the wilderness or something? You not know that?"

Ahh, the typical 'how come you don't know this basic thing' question of the new world genre.

"I must've hit my head on my fall as I can't remember anything, all I can remember is my name."

"Pretty tough kid, so what is it then?"

"What?"

"Your name?"

"Oh yeah" he replied, he'd long had a fantasy name stored up in his head "my name is Lazarus Null"

As soon as he'd said that name the brown window popped up and said:

NAME CHANGE RECOGNISED

NAME IS NOW LAZARUS NULL

It disappeared as soon as Milo, now named Lazarus, had read it's two lines of text.

"That's a name and a half kid." He smirked and held out his hand "The name's Lothar Illhorn, I'm locked up in here for pissing off the wrong Nobel."

Lazarus shook his hand, it was a bit smaller than his own but Lazarus could feel the strength he possessed.

"Our names begin with the same letter so let's be friends." Lothar's smirk turned into a wide brimmed grin.

"Sure." Lazarus smiled at the request and it's reason but allies would be powerful so he would choose this kind man as his first.

"So how do you access your 'status window'?" He quizzed

"It's easy." The demon-kin stated drawing a finger down in the air as if to prove some point. "You just swipe down with your offhand and it'll pop up."

Lazarus tried this and sure enough the brown window popped up, this time it seemed to hold a table of stats, his stats.

LAZARUS NULL Demon Overall LVL 2

HP - 330

MP - 570

SP - 9999999999999999999999999-

JOB - N/A

STR - 20

DEX - 27

CON - 10

INT - 120

WIS - 50

CHA - 84

[solomon-rincewind]

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[solomon-rincewind]

The Great War

The year is 1915 and the Great War is only escalating with the training of new soldiers on both sides, harnessing the natural powers individuals possess warfare has escalated to new heights. But in a world filled with men and women with strange, random abilities Damien Void has the most useless of them all. None.

"Damien..." the sounds struggling, swimming to reach me in my deep sleep. "Damien! For God's sake we don't have time for this!" Louder this time, just enough to make me stir.

I jolted, first upward then solidly downwards as my head collided with the wooden table in front of me - or below me, a matter of perspective - due to the force applied to the back of my head.

"What was that for?!" I yelled at the skinny man standing over me in an officer's uniform; his blonde hair stood on end on his balding scalp and wisps of facial hair sprouted from his chin. On his breast pocket was a name tag saying Capt. Edward Golf. In his hand he held a stapler, the object he had used to jostle me awake and then seemingly attempt to knock me out with.

"We've got an alert coming in." He explained "Its about 2 clicks out"

That got my attention, we were 30 miles behind our own advancing lines and getting further back each day, no enemy force should have gotten this far in without prior warning.

"What?! How did they get this far in?" I yelled throwing myself to my feet and directing the question towards Toby our communications officer. He turned, his shoulder length blonde hair springing round revealing glazed over eyes and a long pointy nose on his angular face. He was receiving signals, his ability, the ability to send and receive radio signals in a range of 40 miles.

"Come on Void, calm yourself. I only just received the signal 5 minutes ago and I'm getting more infor--" he stopped speaking, the crisp blue of his eyes returned but with it a sense of dread, of panic. Of terror.

He sprung to his feet and made a B-line for the open doorway at the back of our little cylindrical concrete base. Captain Golf stood in his way, halting his desperate approach.

"What did you plan to do there Private?!" His face upturned in anger at his colleague's attempt to flee.

"I --I, er, I was..." his voice trailing off and the terror that had once filled his eyes drifted out, replaced by shame. "Sorry Captain." He sobbed, head hung low. Slowly trudging back across to his regular seat he told us of what he'd heard.

"We're doomed." It shocked me, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. But he didn't say it to scare us. It was a fact, a statement. He continued... "the group we were informed of as being 2 clicks out were actually 5. But they're flight units and they're bombing the command units, all of them." Flight was a relatively common ability with a variety of strengths. It was a well known fact that the enemy had a large supply of flight units but the implementation and development of new impact bombs meant that the flight units had a new purpose; not just reconnaissance but bombing strategic positions.

"We should be fine though Toby, ours is hidden in the growth. Only high ranked officials know of the location." I explained like he didn't know, part of me knew the response even before he said it.

"Be quiet Void, they are bombing the other camouflaged top secret ones aswell. They know where we are and are heading straight for us." His figure seemed to curl up as if trying to defend itself from the oncoming attack. I felt sorry for him, his ability was unique, one of a kind. He could have been a great code cracker or telecoms officer but he was placed here by a higher up who thought he would be safe and of more use. But then again my ability was also unique and so was the Captain's. The Captain could make his body into concrete, good for deflecting blows with knives and offensive abilities but not so good at blunt force trauma from bullets or hyper sonic blast waves. I couldn't do anything, my ability was no ability, completely unique, never had anyone ever in the history of man not had an ability.

"We can still do something though, we could call in the AFU Guns, shoot them down." I desperately tried to explain.

The Captain, already made completely out of stone now just shook his head. I collapsed into my seat, thoughts darting round my head faster than I cared to focus on them. We really were doomed, if we attacked, attempted to shoot them down with the weapons we had on hand then we'd miss and our position would definitely be discovered and we'd still die. If we chose to not do anything, wait it out quietly, then maybe they'd pass straight over but they knew of the other bunkers so we'd still die.

"We wait." The Captain's gravely voice stated. Toby climbed underneath his brown wood table at the side of the room, covering his head in the suggested manner of the help panflets. The Captain stood there, at the end of the room with his stony eyelids shut, still blocking the exit. I sat, pondering how to survive this dilemma, it was true that the easiest and best way to survive was to wait as none of our guns had a high enough range and they may not even know of us. I didn't want to die. A strong, overwhelming urge not to die filled me to the brim, I felt as if I had limitless energy, I could run, climb or fight all day long and not break a --

Darkness.

I'm not sure when it happened but the bomb had struck the outer layer of the bunker and 100lbs of concrete had come pouring down into our heads. I was almost certain I was dead, I couldn't feel anything, see anything, move or hear anything. I couldn't feel myself breathing and the terrified thoughts that I felt fell away as fast as they formed.

Devoid of anything. This must be death. I thought.

Suddenly, something. A sound, rustling, like rocks grinding. One after the other, rhythmic. Then, muffled speech. "Las---was comp--- hilated. Wha-- our next orders?" A male voice had spoken, their accent was barely noticeable but it was foreign. More sounds came to me now, the hissing of a long wave radio, the background chatter of his team mates. I could only assume these were the flight unit who had killed Toby, the Captain and me. Rage swelled up. I could feel my body now, not completely but enough to know that it was there. I wasn't dead, I was alive. Alive and angry. Will all of my willpower and fury I tried launching my hands upwards to get purchase on the rocks to move them. WHOOSH. A flash of green light and suddenly I could see again, the blue sky was blinding but welcome. I sat up, body invigorated and got to my feet. I heard the terrified cries of my murderers behind me and spun around so fast I should have ripped my torso off. I charged forwards, my newfound life and rage fuelling each step as they sped up and the ground covered by each became much greater. I was upon the first in under a second, traversing the 15 meters to him astonishingly fast. His eyes lit up in terror as I swung my arm sideways towards his head and a sickening smack could be heard as his head caved in around my fist and the life faded from his eyes. His body flew into the unspoiled overgrowth away from the crater in which we stood. My feet touched the ground from the final leap and swing. Instantly I changed the orientation of my body to point at the closest other squad member, I could now see there was a total of 4 members left, fear frozen in their eyes as I comprehended the situation and made multiple moves in the space of a fraction of a second. My foot pushed off the floor and I was propelled towards the squad member, she was relatively young, not yet scarred by combat. I grasped her head in my hand, planting its palm against the bridge of her nose and driving it down, throwing her feet off the floor and destroying the skull along with its contents on the concrete rubble; colouring it a deep crimson with her blood. There was something wrong with my arm that I hadn't noticed previously but the thought was out of my mind as I launched myself towards the squad member drawing a gun so slowly that I thought he was moving in slow motion. He was. I was upon him, using my misjudged leap to drive my ruined boot into his stomach causing his eyes to bulge and blood to spray from his mouth as he was thrown backwards and was impaled on a metal rod from the wreckage of my workplace. There was something wrong with my leg too but that thought too was gone as the space between myself and the penultimate squad member was closed. He'd managed to draw his weapon completely and let off a shot that embedded itself in my side. The pain was barely noticeable through my overflowing rage as I grabbed a hold of the arm he'd used to shoot the gun and ripped it off, flesh and fabric tearing along with the bone in his arm snapping in half as I gruesomely tore it off. I discarded it in the dirt and with my other arm drove my hand into his chest cavity as he let out an ear piercing scream that was cut short when I grabbed a hold of something and crushed it. He fell, lifelessly to the ground. My attention was drawn to the last squad member who screamed something along the lines of 'monster' at me and turned towards the sky to take flight. I rushed along the ground, ducking low and dragging up a metal rod from the dirt that was blurring past me. He'd reached maybe 3 to 4 meters up in the air before I leapt upwards letting my momentum carry my body forwards and upwards. I brought the spike down on his back and it passed through the fabric of his clothing and into his back, slipping from my grasp, propelling him downwards now as it caught on his lifeless flesh. I descended through the air landing with a thump on the ground and immediately collapsing to my knees. I'd done it, I'd killed them. My murderers.

But I was alive. Why were they my murderers, but I felt it wrong to call them otherwise.

Staring down at my hands I now realised what I previously saw was wrong with them. They were skeletal, pieces of red flesh and strands of muscle branching over them. I tried to let out a scream but no sound came. I clawed at where my throats should have been, my boney appendages slipping right through and making contact with another bone on the other side. Oh my god I thought, I really am dead. Astonished and horrified I stared down at my arms, their white bones both terrifying me and intriguing me. Then I noticed something, the muscle was spreading, as was the flesh. When I looked down on it the faint green glow that emanated from the edges brightened and green flickers of electricity leapt off, dragging the flesh with it. In half a minute arms had almost fully returned, sections of flesh was still missing but the green lightning that leapt over the gash dragged with it new flesh and they were sealed in less than 3 seconds.

My arms had returned. I gazed down at my legs, the fabric surrounding them was in tatters but underneath the same lightning danced around and healed them, reverting them back to their previous state from the bony protrusions they were. Grasping for my throat again I felt the skin that surrounded my Adam's apple. My hands moved up to my face, following its features. It was exactly as I remembered it. I was back, almost as if I'd never been bombed.

This was it, my power. I didn't not have a power, just that I'd never been in a scenario where it would've activated.

I was immortal.

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