I have spent about a day in the dungeon aimlessly looking for the adventurer. I began to think that perhaps this wasn't a good idea. After having slain the green skins, I continued on into the darkness but there were no signs of any adventurers within sight. All of their camps had been abandoned so I thought that there may have been a powerful monster within this floor of the dungeon killing them all off.

As I continued advancing through the dungeon, I heard metal clank against each other, echoing through the entire dungeon. In the distance, I saw a man fighting swarms of undead so I decided to get closer to him. I was in shock at the scene before me.

Black blood from the ghouls was splattered everywhere, on the stone floor, wall, and on the enemies themselves. The man, however, had little blood on himself. I also noticed the number of bodies piled up which had to number at least two hundred. The man was large, tall, and muscular, built like the orc from before only this man was, of course, human.

The most noticeable thing about the man was the giant two-bladed battleax that he was wielding. It was at least half his own size. I decided to get closer but instead of hiding this time I thought trying to communicate with him upfront would be a wiser move especially because I give off a malicious aura that would make me quickly noticeable by strong enemies.

"Oh, what have we here? This ghoul gives off a malicious aura unlike what I've seen before..." The mysterious adventurer said with almost a fearful tone. I tried my best to respond but again, I could not talk reasonably yet so instead, I just let out what I could.

"J-J-J-Jooohnn?" I spoke. The best way I could describe my voice was a deep screeching sound that escaped from my vocal cords. It was hardly intelligible so I hoped he understood the message.

"What!? A talking ghoul? You really do learn something every day, but how do you know my name? Wait, don't tell me, that staff..." Before the mysterious adventurer, John finished talking he pointed his battleax right at me and began to grow in anger. John instinctively knew that I had killed the two women. An aura of anger and hatred could be felt. I fell to my knees and had to force myself to stand before him. There was no getting through him so I decided to attack first.

I pulled out my staff and conjured [], almost instantly summoning ten undead skeletons, and began to advance with my forces. John quickly retaliated by charging at them with little plan of action and swept them up like they were nothing. Bones shattered everywhere before I could even think of my next plan of action. John was now at a breath's distance from me and swung his sword at me but before he could land it, I used [] to create undead bodies able to block his attack.

My plan was successful and I remained unscathed. John then stopped his relentless attacks and began to say with a hint of surprise in his voice, "you are an anomaly among ghouls. You have intelligence, too much of it. Leaving you alive would be detrimental to adventurers and humankind alike. To add to that, I assume you killed Kayla and Jenette, which is something I cannot forgive you for." John began to cry and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand so as to not show weakness and took on a fighting stance.

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I quickly dropped my staff and pulled out my worn-out sword from my waist and I, too, took a fighting stance and with a vertical slash, my sword met his battleax. The clashing and clanking of metal echoed across the hall of the dungeon. Our auras also clashed bringing pressure to our vicinity. Anything nearby would have fallen to its knees and would be knocked out by the amount of pressure our auras were producing.

John's attacks were incredibly heavy and explosive to the point that my entire body vibrated. It was getting increasingly difficult to stay standing, however, I didn't go down without a fight. I noticed that John was sweating from his bronze-colored face and began panting harder and harder.

Since I was undead, I didn't feel tired nor did my stamina feel drained. As long as I kept holding my own, I could defeat John so I decided to use [] on my blade and increase the intensity of the fight.

Conjuring [] was slightly ineffective. John hardly slowed down but he did stagger only mildly that it was almost hard to notice but I managed to see it. John quickly rebalanced himself and was more enraged than ever before. John had completely lost it and began to throw a flurry of slashes in my direction.

Unable to do much I began to fumble. My body vibrated so hard that my teeth began to chatter and I even began to lose health.

[You have taken damage! -5 HP]

I felt a sharp pain throughout my body. My strength began to weaken and I could no longer hold on against the flurry of attacks, I lowered my defense and with a vertical strike, John sliced through my shoulder.

[You have been critically damaged! -44 HP]

[Warning: you are about to die. Due to being near death, your stats have been slightly increased]

I was dazed. The world around me was spinning. Time and everything near me began to distort before me. Everything began to turn black then I remembered I had the [] skill. I wanted to save it for the near future when I would truly fight a monstrous opponent but now was no time to think such thoughts.

I got up and began to channel the spell through my right hand. "I won't let you! It's over ghoul," yelled John which I suspected was incredibly infuriated that I still stay standing.

Before John could get any closer, using my left hand I conjured an army of skeletons from right beneath him. The skeletal hands that began to emerge from the abyss grabbed onto his legs, stopping his movement and giving me time to conjure the spell. After about ten seconds, the spell was ready and out of my hand came out a ghost and it began to rush towards John.

The ghost instantly stuck his hand into John's chest and pulled out a glowing, golden soul, and devoured it. John's soul had a golden color which meant that he primarily used holy magic which would make sense on why he was able to kill the undead with ease.

"N-no way. Did I lose? Damn, it all!" These were John's final words before he remained motionless lying on the cold stone floor.

[Congratulations! You have slain the holy adventurer, John but because you used [] no experience will be rewarded. Instead, all stats will be replenished. "Status," I thought.

Status

Titles: [Lord of the Wicked] [Master Necromancer] [Death Knight]

Name: [Unnamed]

Race: [Ghoul]

Class: Necromancer

Level: 6

HP: 54/54

Mp: 10/10

HP Regen: 15/Hour

MP Regen: 10/Hour

Debuff: N/A

Buff: N/A

I had hoped that what the system said was some sort of error but it was true. I hadn't leveled up. If only I had a right-hand man. I should have used the [] skill beforehand. What's done is done. I won't make the same mistake so I used [] and conjured a skeleton.

As I started to inspect the skeleton, I began to wonder what the name of my new ally should be. I thought of various names that started with the letter "A" and came to a conclusion. "Alex," I thought. This would be a fitting first name for my first ally.