“Hey kid! What are you doing! Go to your hut!” An overseer shouted while waving his single edge sword.
Getting knocked out of his euphoria, Kel Kazan turn to the source of the voice in anger. After being locked into the ring for how many years, how could he not be fuming after being talked down by an ant like being.
You dare talk to me like that!
Anger flared up as memories of Nora’s life on the island started to surfaced. After devouring Nora’s soul, memories of Nora’s life had been branded into Kel Kazan conscious. It was as if he himself had lived as Nora. Thus with all the memories of Nora, Kel Kazan began to embrace himself as Nora.
With anger and hatred overflowing, Nora began channeling her mana to strike the overseer. However, just as she was about to cast the spell, all her mana ran out. Nora was taken aback as she tried to channel her spell again. No matter what she tried, the spell didn’t form.
Why isn’t the soul burn forming? Uh? Why is it being like this? Soul burn! Why can’t i channel any mana?
“Hey! What are you doing! Get back to the hut! Are you deaf? Did you finally go crazy?” The overseer shouted as he started to casually walk towards her. The overseer acted casually as if it was a common occurrence.
Nora began panicking as the 5th circle spell she had used multiple times before without even blinking an eye was not able to form. Check status!
Level : 1
Name : Nora Valen
Class : Death Lord
Health :7/10 Mana :0/10+4
Str : 9 Agi : 11
Con: 11 Int : 13
Experience: 0/10
Achievement points: 4
Achievement Shop (requires level 50)
Class Skills
mana control, mana shield , mana bolt
magic regen boost, mana boost , arcane strike
Death magic mystery, Magic resistance ,Raise undead
Soul fire blast, upgrade undead, soul mystery
Greater undead, army boost, siphon soul
Grand undead, Soul world, Shinigami Scythe
The Status Window differed greatly from the last time she was the undead death lord. Nora felt confused as to why she was level 1 again and why her stats were so low. However, she was soon able to realize the implications. Ha, it hadn’t disappeared. My class and skills are still there!
She had thought all of her powers she had accumulated had disappeared and was panicking moments ago. However, after realising what had happened, she began to calm down.
The reason why her levels disappeared was because she had used all of her life force to create the Horcrux, thus causing her to lose all her levels and stats. However, after taking over the body, she gained the stats of the body. This was evident by her low level and low stats, while still having her main class of death lord and the skills that came with it.
The death lord class was the final advancement of the necromancer branch line that one would get when reaching level 200. Thus, since she still had her class while still being level one, it meant that she could not use any of the high tier spells or skills as she did not have enough mana.
She had achieved everything she could as a necromancer. She had controlled and used the Undead for everything. Now without her levels and mana, it was virtually impossible to summon her generals. She would need to grind her levels back up before she could.
Nora did not know how long she spent in the ring nor how the world had changed since she was the undead death lord. Thus, it was imperative that she had to regain her lost strength immediately. She, who once had been the ruler of the dead had been reduced to a pauper who was starving and weak. She couldn’t see into the future, but she needed power if she wanted to to achieve her goals.
There are many things i need to do! I need to learn how the world changed! I need to destroy the calamity church! I need to get revenge on the Abyss! I need to rebuild my castle! There are so many things i need to do and right now i’m too weak to do any of it. If i want to achieve my goals, i need to gain back my lost strength back fast! Thus i need to lay low for now until i gain back my strength.
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With a plan underway, Nora immediately ran back to the hut to sleep. From her memories, it was bedtime and if she continued to fool around, the overseer would kill her. The only reason the overseer did not do anything while she was monologuing was because the overseer thought she went crazy. It was a common occurrence for the kids here to go mad, thus the overseer did not take them seriously.
“Sigh, i really need a promotion, working with these kids on this stupid island ain’t worth the pay man,” Nora heard as she got further and further away from the overseer.
Judging by their mana signatures the overseers should be around F rank which is around level 20 to 30. Right now i’m too weak to kill them all, i should train first to around level 20 to 30 before i start my rampage on this island.
Returning back to the huts to sleep, Nora began to draw mana from the surrounding to regain her mana and increase her mana pool. This was how everyone on Landran did it to grow stronger. By absorbing mana while the mana pool is full, they could increase it’s size and grow stronger.
The levels and stats were things only Nora could see. As a reincarnator who came into this world, she was gifted with the system. Even after dying and turning into an undead soon after reincarnating in this world, the system still remained.
Walking in the direction of the huts, Nora could see 5 wooden structures in the distance. The dirt path inside the compounds led Nora towards the sleeping quarters.
The huts had the look of a poorly planned structure gone badly wrong. The walls of rough wooden planks were haphazardly placed allowing streams of moonlight to lit the interiors of the huts. Dirt and moss clung to the grooves of the corrugated wooden roof that jutted out, overhanging the walls on every side.
They were simple,small and run down. It definitely wasn’t a suitable sleeping area for kids. With holes and misplaced planks of woods everywhere, in a rainy day, everyone in the hut would suffer. The pouring rain would easily enter into the huts and drenched everyone inside of it.
Before Nora turned into an undead minion of the abyss, she had been a prince. As prince Aran, he had lived a life of luxury and comfort, not having to worry about basic necessities. After he had became an undead skeleton, he lost his ability to sleep, eat and enjoy the pleasures of life. Thus after taking over a body and becoming alive again, Nora had hoped to enjoy the pleasure of life again.
However, being reminded of her life as a slave, Nora was sent into a rage. The desire for vengeance on her family and the owners of the island grew tremendously.
Inside the huts, children slept on the wooden floors. Although everyone disliked each other and saw each other as competitors for food, most started hugging each other for warmth. On the island where people could die at any time, it was wise to have a friend or two to watch your back. Thus, they would usually hug their friends for warmth.
The cold night and the freezing winds had breached the gaps of the hut and had sent everyone shivering. It was only through the warmth of bodies could they endure the cold without blankets.
No one inside the huts had awakened their mana pool yet and thus were unable to protect themselves from the harsh weathers. Whenever someone awakened their mana pool, they would be deported outside the island.
Walking towards the corner, Nora laid down on the wooden planks. Now that she was a human again, she could not go without sleeping.
“Nora, what took you so long?” A soft young voice spoke.
Turning around, Nora got reminded of who the source of the voice was. Everyone usually had a friend they would hug each night each other for warmth, Nora was no exception. Nora sleeping partner was Emily, a 13 year old girl. She had short black hair and dark blue eyes.
She had a small nose and big eyes sparkled under the pale moonlight. Although she was not as pretty as Nora, many would still consider her appearance cute.
Her legs were bundled up together inside her brown rags and her arms wrapped around them. Shivering under the cold weather, she opened her arms up for Nora.
Having lived as an undead for many years, Nora was very unfamiliar with hugging. It beens so many years since the last time she physically hugged or even touched someone. It was only through the memories that Nora knew what to do.
Entering the young girl’s embrace, Nora hugged her back, legs wrapping around each other like koalas. Even though Nora had been an undead death lord who caused the sufferings of millions, after getting free from the controls of the abyss and having a body again, Nora felt an emotion she had forgotten long ago, compassion.
Seeing the miserable situations of all the children here and what kind of fate await them if they managed to awaken their mana, Nora’s cold frozen heart started to ache.
Unlike Nora who knew many things about life, none of the kids knew what kind of horrible situation they would even up in later. Almost all the kids would pray to god to awaken their mana so that they could leave this island.
However, with the wisdom of multiple life times, Nora knew what would exactly happen to them. Those who managed to awaken their mana would be turned into slave soldiers, while those who reached 15 years old and still hadn’t awaken their mana would be sent to the mines, spending the rest of their life mining. Furthermore, the pretty ones who reached 15 would most likely be sold as sex slaves.
Even though Nora didn’t know how much time has past since her death, she knew that human nature were hard to change. The strong, rich or powerful would always step on the poor, weak and defenseless. That was how life worked. She, herself had done it many times before.