When Maou logged back in, it was nighttime already. Equipping his wand, his strode out of the tower for the first time since he had arrived. "I'm back you bastards~ . Did you miss me?" He asked to the restless ratmen who had been waiting outside. There were around 20 of them now, and their red eyes gleamed in the dark. They had huddled together, preparing to assault him all at once. Idiots thought Maou. he raised his wand and fired a big blast that took a quarter of his mana.
The dark mass Maou fired was even visible in the night time, for it was darker than the darkness around it. The ratmen were a nimble race though, and this was only boosted by fighting at night, so a good number were able to dodge at least partially. around 7 were hit straight on though, and died instantaneously. "Insta-kill~! you see what just happened you rat bastards? Dont worry, you'll join your brothers soon~ along with the rest of your kind!" Maou taunted the ratmen with a deranged evil grin on his face.
"Come onnn, you guys hunted me right? you chased me through the forest, almost killing me for no reason right????? Dont you want to finish the job? I'm right here you know~ why aren't you attacking, pussies?" Maou's taunting made the rats rush towards him, hatred in their eyes. Maou dashed forward as well lashing out with dark energy from his wand. After around 2 minutes, he had managed to kill 6 more, but the remaining ratmen began to behave differently. using teamwork, they began to pressure him.
Every time he attempted to attack, one of them would go for his arm, forcing him to defend with a [mana shield]. while the others attempted to go for his legs or get behind him. After around 5 minutes, the stalemate had continued, only Maou was beginning to get tired and only had around a fifth off his mana left. All or nothing, eh? Maou completely dropped his guard. The ratmen all rushed in together, with their claws and fangs yearning for his blood. In a single moment, he had lost almost all of his health, however in that same moment, using all his remaining mana, he had let loose a wave of dark magic from his body which shot out in all directions.
He fell to his knees. all the ratmen were dead, however, now he was dying too. The ratmen's claws had caused the bleed status, which meant he would constantly lose health, of which he had barely any left.As far as deaths go, this one aint too bad. With these thoughts, He fell to his knees, and as he proceeded to fall forward, lost consciousness . When he opened his eyes he wasnt looking at the roof of the chamber, but that of the tower. "What the hell..."
"I see thine foul mouth is still in order." Standing over him was Ra Voriik Dune, possessing an armored skeleton of course. "Thou art lucky I was a necromancer, for I cannot leave the tower. I had to reanimate some of those foul, lowly creatures to bring thee back here. Still, I warned thee! I told thee that thine training was not through, yet ye went forward anyway. Furthermore, I never planned for thee to kill them! I was seeking to have those creatures be thy first servants, but ye had to let thine rage and thirst for vengeance get the best of thee."
Voriik had began pacing up and down the room, ranting about Maou's foolishness. Every time time Maou attempted to argue back, He was shut down with cold hard facts. If Ra Voriik Dune had not been there, he would have died. Any argument that could have been made would ultimately end with this indisputable fact. Maou eventually just sighed and said "I get it old man, I should have waited."
Voriik also sighed. " Boldness is important for a dark lord, and so is making thine own decisions, ye have both of these qualities. However ye lack prudence, and let thine anger get the best of thee. A good dark lord must keep a cool head and make level, thought out decisions if he expects to thrive. What's done is done, So, how hast thine level grown from this skirmish? Those ratmen were around level 5, so they should provide ample experience for thee. I suggest thee invest in vitality some, you should have more than enough mana for now... although we still havent completely broken thee of thine mana-wasting habits"
Maou checked his notifications, and he had leveled up nine times. He put half of the points in AGI. He realized how important that was,especially as a magic user. He needed to be able to dodge and evade since he had no shield or sword to block or parry. He then put the rest in Vitality. He had almost died twice from taking just a few hits, so he knew how important these were. He had also noticed he had learned new skills.
New Skill: Taunt. provokes the enemy
New Skill: Blackwave. 100% chance for knockback, 50% chance for stun, 20% chance for fear. Causes explosion damage. Costs 750 mana
New Stat: Fighting Spirit +15
Maou told Voriik about his growth. "Ah thou hast reached level ten already? Well then, It is time for thine next phase of training, after which, thou must leave this place and gather minions. It matters not how ye do this, but a dark lord must have minions. Worry not though, my heir, for I shall give thee two gifts!
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The first shall be thine secondary class! If I dont have a class book around here for it, then I shall help thee attain it, or something similar. The second gift depends on the class ye choose. Also, be aware. I shan't help thee with thine last class. After this, thou must walk thine own path. I shall always advise thee, but I will not be thine crutch."
"Sure, whatever old man, no crutches. More importantly, I want the summoner class!" exclaimed Maou. Finally, he could begin summoning his great demon army! And his demon concubines. His Evil grin slowly began to twist into a perverted one. As Maou began to chuckle in a way reminiscent of a perverted old man, Voriik slowly backed away. H found that the air around Maou had become creepy.
"A-anyway my heir, ye only wish to become a summoner to summon demons, no? Then our class of Magus is a better fit for thee. We magus excel in written magic, and can bind whatever we summon with a contract. Summoners' summons disappear after a certain time, although they get full experience from the summon's kills. I suggest ye simply learn how to use summon tags, not waste a class slot."
Maou paused for a moment to think. Truthfully, he didn't even plan for the last class, otherwise he would just pick that one for now. Ah! that one might work, it seems a little redundant after hearing what the old man just said, but it should be fine. "Monster Tamer." Maou declared. This way, if he found suitable minions, he could tame them immediately.
"Ahhh, not a bad choice my heir! Not only do ye get some experience, but ye can also take on certain beneficial traits! Luckily, that class is fairly common, so I should have the class book on the base level..." Maou followed Voriik down the stairs from his living quarters on the second floor. They went from shelf to shelf in the base floor library, until eventually they found it.
Maou began reading. It was about a man had hidden in the forest as a child after his village was razed. He was saved by a wolf who became his companion. After a while, he began taking on the traits of the wolf. After several years, and gaining numerous more companions, He had looked more beast than man, and though he did good wherever he went, he was still feared. In the end, he was struck down by a hero of the four church,es calling him an abomination.
At the end of the book, Mau was offered the class.
New Class: Monster Tamer
+100 leadership, charisma
+50 Fighting Spirit
low level Monsters slightly less likely to attack
Will take on traits of certain monsters.
New Stat: Leadership
New Stat: Charisma
New Skill: Tame. Able to tame other creatures. more effective on those lower leveled than you.
"Not bad, I'll have to try these out later. Hey old man, You said I have more training or something? No wait, my second gift!" Maou exclaimed. He was really starting to feel like a demon lord from the first one, so he was looking forward to the second gift. He of course didn't realize he was still to weak.
"I'll be holding onto thine second gift for now. however thou art right, thou dost have more training. Ye hast only grasped the first level of magic combat, I shall now instruct thee on more tactical ways to use that wand." Voriik said as he walked towards the basement. When they got there, instead of their usual spar, Voriik began more of a lecture type lesson.
"Firstly, notice thy wand has the attribute of adding darkness to whatever ye channel through it. Thou hast only been channeling pure mana, so thou only discharged pure darkness, but there are other combinations as well." Voriik detailed several different mixes, and the theories behind them for about an hour. Maou, never really being one for school, just broke it down into simple equations.
* Dark+Fire= Black Flames. Not very hot, but can burn mana
* Dark+Wind= Smoke
* Dark+water= Poison
* Dark + light= twilight. This was an odd magic that was capable of hurting both light and dark creatures, but was better for illusions
"Now that thou hast understood some of the basic combinations, let us begin attaining the elemental masteries for them!" Voriik exclaimed enthusiastically. ughhhhhhh too much workkkkkk. For the first time that he could remember, He began to wonder if being the demon lord was really all that it was cracked up to be after all.