The corpse twitched while a hint of smile outlined Laurent’s profile. The body showing reaction was the first step of it falling under control after the small link was formed. The goblin corpse’s twitching was soon replaced by its entire hand moving, as it bent and put his palm against the ground.
With its support, the goblin slowly picked up his upper body, then bent his legs to get up. But he didn’t fully get up as he first kneeled in front of his master to show his absolute obedience.
[Detected user to have successfully converted a corpse to undead with complete control over it]
[Does the host intend to accept Necromancer as his class?]
If he were to decline, his link with the corpse would naturally weaken as he was currently controlling the corpse with the help of the system. Many tried using skills of different classes while having a different class altogether but none succeeded.
It was alright at first, just like his link would only weaken and not disappear even if he declined and chose another class. But as his level kept increasing, it would be more and more difficult to use necromancer related skills. But he had no such intention, he calmly accepted his class and looked back at his corpse while ignoring the extra notifications.
Beast tamer and Necromancer’s had lots of things in common, with one of them being, the beasts and undeads which come under their control keep full memory of their life except the part where they were killed and absolute obedience towards their master was somehow drilled into their very soul.
As to them questioning how they came under control? Absolute obedience wouldn’t allow even the most curious and rational being which became an undead to do that.
He nodded slightly and commanded the goblin to get up. There was of course a natural language barrier but the necromancer class allowed him to directly convey his intentions without any barrier.
Frowning slightly, he looked back at his undead. With a slight doubt in his mind, he opened his system notifications. As an average man thorough and thorough in every aspect of his past life, including even his class bonuses, he had stopped looking at the external factors like bonus as such and instead focused on himself. Exactly why he ignored the system notification previously.
[As you have picked up ‘Necromancer’ as your class, the following bonuses have been provided to you]
[Mana affinity : 60% + 50%]
[Psych affinity : 40% + 20%]
[Vitality affinity : 60% + 50%]
[Mystic affinity : 80% + 70%]
He was gobsmacked. Even that would be an underestimation. It was almost equal to when you see your own report card.
The former percentage was his own initial affinity with the respective energies, and holy fuck was it so high. In his previous life, all of his affinity were at 5 percent, average.
Yes, in a world with no mana, the majority of them had no affinity with it. Their affinity lay in other areas but even then, it ranged from 1 to 10 percent. Only a few had high initial affinity, barely anyone bragged about their potential in his past life but out of those who did, even the highest had 40 percent in vitality.
And what about him? Even his lowest was at 40 percent. Not to mention there was a way to increase even these affinities in the evolution tree and through some rare treasures.
The latter percentage was of the bonus this class provided, in a sense it determined the person’s talent with it and boy was it so high. Again, his average past life only had 10 with every class, getting beast tamer in the last with the same 10 percent.
“Wow”
In the end, only a single word escaped his mouth as he stared at his status. Even with his heck load of suffering and experience, he was overwhelmed with emotions as he watched good things finally come his way.
After a heavy sigh, he took an extremely deep breath to calm down his bubbling emotions as he waved his hand to minimize the interface. He looked back at the goblin who was silently standing there with his body covered with a black cloak.
‘Seems like he had a silent personality to begin with.’
Because as far as he knew, even the personality of an undead was well preserved.
He beckoned the silent goblin to stand before him and asked,
“First, do you know of any settlements nearby? Second, what were you doing here? And third, are there more of you outside?”
Laurent waited for the goblin’s answer while he scrutinized his surroundings, wanting to gather as much information as possible and make plans based on his summon’s answer. Unfortunately, a pop-up notification soon covered his vision as a voice sounded in his ears,
[Host’s available time in foreign world has reached its limit]
[Withdrawing host from the World of the Fallen Deity]
Just as the goblin was about to answer, he watched as his master disappeared.
“Huh? Is this world glitched? My master bugged out.”
But soon, he watched in horror as his own link with master seemed to have disappeared.
“Just how —”
The goblin’s recently converted body plopped to the ground with a thud like a puppet whose remote controller had gone out range.
*****
Laurent had the same experience with colors as he felt the air around him unfreeze and he was back in the washroom, in front of the mirror, staring back at the turquoise colored eyes of his mirror image.
A smile outlined on his face as he patted his cheeks, he had to make things right this time. He mentally asked the system,
“When can I go back again?”
[One day]
“Oh yes, what happened to my summon?”
[Since, the host is out of range, the summon has lost its controller. If the host wishes to control it, you just simply need to be in the range again, provided that the summon’s carcass wasn’t completely damaged or burnt to ashes]
“Hmm, so it would be lying like a dead body there until I return. Oh yes, how much time would have passed there after like…1 day has passed here?”
[Since the host is in a sealed world, the time at which you exit and enter the World of the Fallen Deity would be the same.]
With a grin on his face Laurent muttered,
‘No wonder traveling between worlds was so difficult, the time difference is probably fucked up. Does it mean it slowly repairs itself towards the Great Game?’
Removing the extra thoughts, he advanced towards his classroom with plans of his future explorations. When he entered, there were a few more students.
‘The top class sure has hard working students, a few of them are already so early here before the first lecture.’
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His gaze scanned across everyone in the class as he approached his seat and —
“What were you looking at huh?”
Familiar voice, familiar tone, familiar nastiness.
He turned his neck and looked at the young man sitting on the last seat with a laid back posture. His long black hair flowed freely, unlike his own long white hair which he tied together.
“Just looking around.”
“Tch”
His turquoise eyes, which looked like they were scanning everything they laid their sights on, were annoying to say the least. If possible he would have taught him the lesson now but he wasn’t in the mood, so he let him be. The guy didn’t strike him as anything different either, just another common type. He would teach him a lesson later.
Laurent remembered the young man sitting on the last bench. Lorcan Hawthorne, one of the few plagues of the world after the Great Awakening. After awakening and getting power, his first action was to slaughter his relatives, his uncle’s body was even hanged on the front gate of his mansion, badly mutilated, clearly looking as if it had been tortured to death.
Lorcan didn’t help his country, planet or anything in fact. He simply used to live at one place all the time. When the government asked for his help with the monsters, he didn’t respond, when they coerced him, he didn’t respond. He was too strong for the government to turn a blind eye against.
So when the government which was so desperately trying to make it easier for humans to live in the new world took action to kill this unstable factor, he killed the soldiers. He was too strong for the government to turn a blind eye against.
Laurent didn’t support the government actions although they were logical, the guy clearly wasn’t doing anything, if it were him, he would’ve rather taken the risk of letting the guy stay rather than provoking him.
But the real problem came afterwards, as if something inside him had snapped, Lorcan went on to slaughter the majority of the upper brass of the government after rushing into their headquarters, which resulted in the fragile sense of order which the government had created to fall like a domino.
Cities were breached by the beasts, armies fell into disarray, the world fell into chaos as humanity lost tens of millions of people that day as the news spread far and wide that Lorcan was seen running out of the headquarters, gravely injured. But the river of blood which flowed in the headquarters that day took them years just to recover from and return to their previous glory, by which time there were already new powers rising.
Laurent hadn’t been aware about anything which happened behind the scenes, but if possible, he would like to know this time. Lorcan would be a very powerful ally if he managed to bring him to his side. His morals? If he himself grew strong enough, which he would, he would be easily able to keep the guy in control.
The next hour and a half, people kept coming as Laurent laid back on his chair while thinking about future strategies. In the end, the class was completely full with a lot of noise.
*SRRR*
The classroom’s door opened as a hunched back old man walked in with slow but steady steps. Following him was a blonde young man with a sunny smile on his face. Although average looking, he radiated the aura of charisma and maturity.
The old man stood on the professor’s platform and addressed the class with a slight fake cough and waited for the class to go silent. When majority of the eyes were focused on him, he motioned for the blonde to stand in front of the class and announced,
“A new addition to our class. His performances were phenomenal, therefore the board has decided to promote him to the top class as a way to reward him.”
He then looked at the blonde who got the cue and confidently declared with same sunny smile,
“My name is Silver. Silver Farrington. I hope to get along with all of you.”
‘Another noticeable figure’
Laurent inwardly remarked as he watched the blonde continue his introduction. Although not as famous as Lorcan, this person’s rise was similarly steep but so was his fall. Yes, he died a bit too early but Laurent believed his potential was on the same level as Lorcan. Depending on what he heard in his past life, even his morals were good, so he would be a good choice.
*****
Lorcan glanced at the new addition to their class with disinterest before he went about doing his own thing. He was thinking about calling his mom today, who was home alone with his sister. They hadn’t talked for days and he was beginning to miss them.
He only ever was able to keep them in his close circle and care for them, anyone other than them? Maybe his dad. But he never felt close to anyone else. Everyone else disgusted him, their fake smiles, snobbish attitudes, personality flaws they refused to consider, having been incredibly observant since childhood, he could see everything.
Being born in a prestigious family didn’t help either, every one of his relatives were after their family’s wealth. It was the reason his direct family stayed away from them. His disinterest in people only grew as time went by, making him even annoyed at how people ‘couldn’t’ see their own mistakes, how could they ‘not’ see such an obvious flaw?
At the end of today’s lecture, he concluded that apart from the Laurent guy, everyone else basically acted the same, but even the change wasn’t so much as it would interest him.
He packed up his bag and left for his house just like everyone. He liked living a little far as it propelled him for a healthy amount of walk daily, but today for some reason he had a bad feeling and his body felt weary, so he opted for a bus today.
‘Ah, no seats.’
He hated public transport, but he wanted to hit the gym to get rid of the annoying feeling so he picked up what came first.
He noticed the young woman standing opposite him shuffling a little as if it was uncomfortable. With narrowed eyes, even in a crowded bus, he forcefully backed away a little, creating space.
Purposely, he looked the other way and instantly caught the young woman sneak a glance at him as she moved closer while appearing to be uncomfortable. From an outsider perspective, every action of hers seemed subconscious.
Lorcan’s one hand was already in sight, holding the bar above to keep him in place, and with quick thinking, he held up his second hand above to make his hair. He then slightly jerked his leg backwards, hitting the man behind him while doing that. The young woman in front waited for almost a minute, during which he was making his hair the entire time.
As if she had enough, the young woman let out a pained shout as she distanced away from him, her shout creating some space. With indignation on her face, she pointed at him and accused,
“Could you stop touching me inappropriately? Are you not ashamed? —”
With tears already forming in her eyes, she continued,
“Do you not have any female companions or family members? What if someone does the same to them?”
She looked at the crowd watching and pleaded,
“Help me! This guy is vile, what if he follows me home? I feel unsafe.”
But before anyone could react, the young woman felt a strong grip on her neck, bringing about such an intense pain she forgot everything she was about to say, she watched the guy she was accusing with dread in her eyes. His eyes looked dead, unfeeling, and uncaring.
Just as the crowd was about to get rowdy, Lorcan opened his mouth to speak,
“I’ll kill you.”
A pin drop silence spread over the bus as Lorcan continued,
“I’d rather go to prison for something I did than something I didn’t. I like being in control of my life. I don’t care if it kills me, it’ll at least be because of something I did.”
A psychotic laugh escaped his mouth as his indifferent eyes drilled fear into the young woman’s very soul. The crowd turned hesitant as they felt something was wrong.
“How the fuck can you threaten someone with their life? Isn’t that basically coercing this young woman to speak in your favor?”
A middle aged woman stood up and left her seat as she spoke out, making her stance clear and even swaying the crowd.
Lorcan had no intention of arguing with some brainless idiot. He instead looked at the man who was standing behind him and addressed him, all the while keeping his hold on the young woman’s neck firm,
“Did I not move backwards even when I didn’t need to? Weren’t both of my hands in plain sight up in the air when she shifted near me? —”
He suddenly smirked and continued,
“Heh, did I not jolt you once so that you look in my direction? Watching everything play out?”
The man in question looked like an introvert with social anxiety as he shakily nodded his head without saying anything when everyone looked his way.
“Heh.”
Lorcan sent an undisguised glance of disdain and mockery towards the middle aged woman who had spoken out earlier, not even bothering to dirty his mouth engaging with her. He instead looked towards the young woman and asked,
“Do you want to continue?”
The young woman was regretting doing her act today, she should’ve left it when she saw that the guy had been alert. She hadn’t seen him notify the man behind him either, probably something he did when she wasn’t watching considering how calculating the young man looked, not to mention ruthless.
She did her best to move her head any way possible to show her agreement, the blood flow to her brain was lessening, making her dizzy and panicked.
*haah* *haah*
The young woman took deep breaths with several coughs in between as she held her neck, as if to relieve the pain. Tears ran down her face, messing up her makeup, the mascara having already spread across her eyes. Her look elicited pity from people but it quickly changed when she, without saying anything, got down the bus—which had halted due to the emergency—and ran away.
With a deliberate annoying smirk on his face, Lorcan took the seat which the middle aged woman had left open and closed his eyes.
Public transport wasn’t that bad, his mood had improved.
A satisfying day.