Looking at the ‘elf’, I see a beautiful elven woman, her face as smooth as the highest quality silk and her eyes akin to blue opaque jewels glistening in the sunlight, stripped almost naked, with remnants of her armor still attached to her body while the rest of it lies on the floor, torn to shreds.
‘Dang...If I have a manhood, I would definitely fall for her…Well I am still taken aback from her beauty but…I am quite uninterested. Shame…’ I thought as I mull over the fact I am without a manhood.
The elf’s beige skin could be seen from afar, as she was crawling backwards against a wall in despair, deprived of her sword, which was a few meters ahead of her.
‘What is that green dude though? Is he an Orc or something?’ I thought as lumbering towards her was a muscular male bipedal humanoid with dark green skin, two meters in height, and less than one meter in width, snickering at her misfortune. The creature has a human like face, albeit very muscular with little to no fat and dark green skin. I am not sure if he is an Ogre or Orc, as my image of an Orc is a humanoid fantasy monster with a fat, bloated stomach and pig-like face, but this one is humanoid in appearance and with good muscular physique. I will just call him Orc for now…I wonder if he can speak.
“Well well...don't fear me! I won’t do you anything bad at all...hahaha!” The Orc said with a hungry tone, looking at her naked petite figure with degenerate eyes.
‘He can speak?! And he speaks english!??! That’s too fluent!’ I thought as I expected there to be major language barriers, but to my fortune they can speak english! Although looking at the situation closely…
‘Uhhh…Ayeeeee…am I witnessing a rape? Should I help? Hmmmm…’
Thinking over my options, one choice is to go reveal myself and save her openly…and risk being hunted down and killed by other parties should my existence be discovered one way or another. Plus, I am living in a tomb with a private magic library and a Alchemy Room, and who knows what else is there, so I can expect a lot of greedy invaders later on.
‘Too risky. Maybe…’
Option two, kill the Orc stealthily, which seems sound…but…
‘What should I do with the elf? Won’t she gather her friends/allies and kill me, indirectly at least? I do not know the intelligence and culture of these people…and their viewpoints in general.’
Option three, kill all who entered my residence and leave no witnesses of my existence alive.
‘Too violent…I am not a psychotic murderer for crying out loud. And, it will undoubtedly draw attention to me should someone investigates their disappearance. Maybe I should…yeah that can work.’
While I am juggling my options, Orc inched closer and closer to the almost naked elf as she whimpered and cried, tears trickling down her face.
“Please…someone help…anyone.” The female elf whimpered as she closed her eyes, not wanting to see her looming fate.
‘Aye yae yae…’
I can hear her voice even from the shadows due to my heightened senses. I am surprised I can think out my options here this well…usually I would panic from stress or something, but…
‘It seems being undead does have its perks, but I will still claim a living body later on. Anyways….’
I have decided to save her for now. I crept through the shadows towards the orc unaware, although…
‘Oh crap, I forgot whether or not they can detect me…’
I thought as I did not take into account if there are people who can detect me in the shadows, as the book did say that those sensitive to magic or well trained senses can detect those traveling through shadow.
Staying in shadow for a while, I did not see the Orc turning his eye to me nor did I see the elf turn her eyes to me.
‘Uhhh…’ I am sort of confused. I just learned the spell quite recently and yet I managed to move in undetected…Hmmm…
It would seem either I’m skilled enough to move in undetected, or the people here are too…let’s just say, amateurish. Pondering on this, I resumed moving through the shadow as I moved into the orc from behind, traversing as a shadow shifting from the ceiling to the wall, and then to the floor.
“Hehehehe, I hope you are ready, my sweet lass!” The orc said as he opened his jaw and laughed disgustingly as his hands crept closer to the elf.
Seeing this, I slowly emerged from the shadow and rose up from the floor behind the orc, I quickly covered his mouth from behind and used a Wind Spell to explode the air pressure in his mouth, knocking him out. However, I failed to muffle the noise completely as a small, but medium volume sound of wind escaped my hand due to my inadequate skills.
Though, luckily the elf was still closing her eyes overwhelmed from her fear. Taking advantage of this, I sunk into the shadow with an unconscious orc in my hands, testing my skills in dragging a person with me to the shadows, and…failed, as the shadows rejected the orc; I then gently laid him down with my fleshless arms on the floor without making a sound.
Finding the limit to my mana usage, I cannot carry my victim with me…as when I tried, my mana storage is strained to the limit from pumping the mana needed to carry someone else with me to the darkness. Damn it, I wish I could store and use him later on as a live experiment. I so want to test my necromancy, and I need the live bodies to dissect so I can study humanoid biology to start preparing my new body. No one cares about a rapist…well at least those that aren’t rapists will care, though shame I cannot take him with me. If I do, my mana supply will take a major hit.
‘...Wait, I just thought about dissecting live bodies like guinea pigs…’ I am starting to feel the change in my undead body…as I have little to no concern for the living in general which scares me a little.
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‘What will I become…’ I thought wondering about my future again…feeling uneasy of the obstacles ahead of me.
Shrugging off my thoughts, I decided to leave the orc here for now, and sank back down into the shadows as I escaped the crime scene, searching for the other presences. I need to ascertain my situation, and determine who infiltrated my residence and why the hell they are they here.
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Elf’s POV:
Opening my eyes, I see….
‘W-What happened to him?’
I see the Orc trying to rape me lying down unconscious drooling on the stone floor for some reason. I looked around the corridor to see only stone and torches, finding no traces of other presences here. The Orc has no wounds on him, yet…
‘Ah! My Lady!’
Remembering my situation, I quickly lunged to my sword on the ground and grabbed it in my right hand before the Orc wakes up or any other orc sees me free. I escaped from the orcs to delve deeper in the ruins in hopes of finding something anything that can help me free my friends, but…I failed as one of them caught up with me. I was tired and my left ankle is bruised…regardless…
“I must go save Lady Olivia before she is defiled by these brutes.” I muttered as I rushed off to the corridors searching for my mistress, holding my almost naked breasts with my right arm and my sword ready with the other.
Running through the ancient corridors, my feet tapping on the sedimentary chiseled floor, I searched for Lady Olivia and the others as quickly as possible. Each room I saw was full of stone coffins or empty space occasionally statues of birds and human jackals on pedestals lining the sides of the wall as I rushed towards the pathway towards the ruin’s entrance.
“Heh heh heh…”
I heard echoes of laughter coming from down the right turn of corridor I am facing. Looking around and finding a room entrance to my right, I quickly hid by dashing into the room seeing more stone coffins serried in rows upon rows. There are more than enough coffins here to match a small army…
Shrugging off my unneeded thoughts, I ducked down behind one of the stone coffins, away from sight as I eavesdropped on their conversation.
“He must be enjoying himself with that runaway as we talk Ga ha ha!”
“Yeah, I want in on the hot action!”
“Me too, but boss is strict on us exploring the ruin. I see nothing but coffins and empty space. Are we in a tomb or something?”
“Maybe. Boss thinks we can make this our new hideout hehehe.”
I heard their conversation as I poked my head up from behind the coffin close to the entrance, seeing three armored Orcs, one of them carrying a torch for light, passing by as I waited for the chance to move past them…
‘My Goddess must be smiling upon me…I don’t know how I escaped, but I thank the mystic forces at work here.’
Seeing them gone, I quickly rushed past them as I made my way to my lady. The lighting in the corridors are dim from the lack of torches, which are surprisingly long lasting considering this is an ancient ruin as the flames still flicker even against the test of time.
‘They must be magical items…’ I thought as they don’t seem to be normal. There were records to such magic items before the End of the Ages, but the methods to make them were lost after that that period.
I then sneaked out the coffin room and resumed running my way back to my lady ready to save her.
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The Skeleton’s POV:
‘Are you telling me criminals are planning to make a hideout of my residence?! Unacceptable!’ I thought in rage after hearing the bandits within the shadows, stalking them from behind unaware…
‘I will definitely kill them…I need to test my powers anyways.’ I thought as I followed them until they headed deep enough in the corridors.
“Hm? Hey, isn’t that…?!”
The Orcs then encountered their fallen comrade I knocked out, putting an end to their peaceful stroll as they clamored to the fallen orc.
“Hey Hey! Wake up!”
One of the Orcs shook the unconscious Orc awake causing him to cough loudly, most likely trying to cough out the excess air I forced into his mouth, although he is failing to show significant progress in his recovery.
“*Cough**Cough**Cough**Cough* Ughh...What happened…*Cough*...I can’t breathe right…” The fallen Orc complained as he continued coughing.
“What happened to you? How’d you end up like this?”
“Did the Elf do you in?”
Before the fallen Orc can answer however, I slowly emerged from the shadows rising from the floor, preparing a Gust Spell in my left hand and my Fire Bolt spell in my right, and thrusted my palm forward, firing a gust of wind at one of the Orcs.
*Whoosh*
“Ahg!?!? *BAM*”
And propelled one of the Orcs headfirst into the wall, knocking him out as its face collided against and bounced off the wall plopping back down face flat on the cold stone floor.
“What the?!”
The two other orcs turned around to see me with my hand thrusted while the third orc was still coughing.
“*cough* W-What happened?”
The Orc asked while still coughing as I fired a Fire Bolt at another one of the Orc before he can react.
*Boom*
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!” The orc dropped to the ground flailing in pain and agony as the bolt exploded, lighting the Orc’s upper body ablaze in scorching orange flames.
“Gomog!!! You!” The last standing healthy Orc looked at me enraged after seeing his friends attacked.
He reached out to the two-handed Warhammer, with a light brown wooden shaft and octagonal dull grey metal hammer head, on his back and took it out, running towards me with his warhammer raised in his hands.
“RAHHHHHH!!!!”
‘Angry!’
I thought as I prepared my Lightning Stream spell in my right hand and waited for the Orc to get into range…he seems to be so angry that he did not even stop to consider how I, a skeleton, even managed to sneak up on him unnoticed. I continued preparing my runes as I am confident I can take him down as easily as the others.
But…
‘Whoa!’
The Orc gained a sudden burst of speed and I was soon within range of his war hammer.
“Dieee!!!” The Orc shouted as he swung down his weapon aiming for my head.
‘Crap!’ I thought as I wasn’t expecting this…I’ve never been in a real life fight before, especially in a medieval fight to the death!
Cancelling my spell, I raised both my arms in front of me as I blocked the war hammer, feeling the bones in my arms straining from the collision as I fell down on my back feeling my bones rattling upon impact with the floor.
‘Ow!’ I thought as I felt pain in my arms, clutching both my arms together as I rubbed my bones of my arms for a second. I thought undead are supposed to be immune to pain, but it seems that only applies to mindless undead…
Pain is the body’s method of communicating its state with the brain, and I seem to have one.
“What?! You supposed to die!” The Orc shouted in disbelief seeing me seemingly unharmed.
‘Agh…No idea what you mean, but as if I would let myself die from that!’ I thought after hearing his ludicrous words; as I charged my Lightning Stream spell in my right and left hands while still laying down on my floor.
The Orc snapped out of his confusion as he tried to attack me before I finish preparing my spells, raising and then swinging down his war hammer, but learning my lesson I swiftly rolled to the left, hearing the war hammer hit the stone tiles in a miss, as I finished preparing and charging my spell.
‘Chew on this, you puke green turd!’
Still on the ground, I turned my head to the Orc and pushed both my open palms forward, firing streams of blue lightning from my palms as the Orc failed to react against the speed of my spell’s lightning, as he was flung into the air and against the wall while lightning crackles all over his body.
“AHhhhhhhHHHHhhhhHHHHhhHHH~!!!”
The Orc was screaming in pain as he squirmed on the floor helplessly while his body flashes periodically revealing a shadow of his bones within his body during each outburst of light.
The Orc soon stopped screaming though after around five seconds…so I stopped casting my spell as I looked at the smoking pile of green muscular flesh.
‘Is he dead…well it does not matter. I can work with him either way…Now…’ I then turned my eyes to the other three orcs, seeing two of them knocked out (one of them is horribly scarred from the flames as his upper body is charred black) while the last one holds his throat as he looks at me charging my spell I prepare another dual Lightning Streams in my hands.
Watching his friend suffer horribly at my hands, he crawled back against the wall in fear, cornered like a mouse in front of a cat.
“*Cough* No, no. Wait!”
‘Shut up, rapist.’
*PSSSZZZZZZAPPP*
“AHHHhhhhHHHHhhHHHhHHHHHhhhhH~!!!”
I blasted streams of blue lightning at the Orc as I wondered what to do with them…
‘Hmmmm, might need to take care of them before taking care of the others…Good thing I learned some necromancy. I do need the helping hands, and there are a lot of coffins in this tomb.’
I thought as I keep blasting my lightning at him, wondering what to do with him and his friends before dealing with the others trespassing in my tomb while hearing his screams echoed in the corridors undisturbed.