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Chapter 9
"God, damn it! Why won't you die!" Neville roared as he was sent tumbling through the air again after blocking another powerful swipe attack by the chimaera.
It seems like people had forgotten to mention that chimaeras could apparently, breath out fire, and that they could eat magic to heal themselves.
It had already been ten minutes since the match had started and all the young wizard had been able to do was reduce its health by half, but not after it had destroyed half his golems.
He had been forced to switch with his Greenfang Armor half way into the battle unless he would get skewered by the razor-sharp spikes on the chimaera's tail.
Complete Greenfang Armor
Rarity: Very Rare
Weight: 18 pounds
Durability: 600 / 600
Armor: 800
Description: An enchanted armor given to Neville Longbottom after the defeat of Greenfang the Apostle of Gaia. The full armor consists of two boots, two gauntlets, one chest plate, and one helmet.
Damage Reduction is 30%
Immune to all types of poisons for two hours a day
Nature based magic is 50% more effective
Can teleport between nearby trees
The armor in question was made of some type of silver like metal and green glass. The boots and gauntlets had a set of three sharp claw-like daggers on each of the knuckles. The breastplate had the face of a snarling Greenfang with two glowing yellow gems for eyes. The helmet was similarly made to look like that of a wolf heads, although it could open its mouth for Neville to speak or drink potions.
Neville glanced back at the beast in front of him. It had already eaten three of the Elementals, sucking away all the magic that held them together.
Gathering magic around his body he summoned the one skill he had created and trained in to fight people like Eve. From around his body burst out purple crystalline spiked chains, the tips ending in six inch spikes.
Binding Chains (Lvl 45):
Active: The ability to bind a creature or object in strong adamantine chains, can only be broken by 400 STR of higher. Can summon multiple chains at once, and each can be controlled individual or together. Chains will last for 5 days.
Effects: Subjects tied up in chains are unable to move or use magic. Works on both physical and non-physical enemies.
Cost: 50 MP
It had taken him many hours and he had had to use 3 of the skill-disks, to get it at that level, but he knew it would give him an advantage against most enemies, like the pest in front of him. He summoned 8 chains from his back, all of them pointed at the chimaera.
"You stupid goat, I'll make sure to mount your head on a plaque!" He screamed as the chimaera opened its mouth and spat out balls of fire like a machine gun. 'Observe.'
Name: Chimaera (Lvl 322)
Title: King of the Ring
HP: 34, 035 / 76,000
MP: 32,700/ 45,000
STR: 323
VIT: 439
DEX: 120
INT: 40
WIZ: 39
LUK: 54
Perks:
Dragons Hybrid: Can use fire attacks.
Goat Stubbornness: Can continue to fight as long as it has HP.
Lions Roar: Can release a roar powerful enough to stun enemies or deflect attacks.
Magic Absorption: Heals the creature by eating the magic in object or spells.
Armor: 1,000
Weakness: smell, tail, mouth.
Summary: Chimaeras are extremely powerful magical beasts that thrive in magical environments, consuming other magical creatures to grow more powerful. Consuming other magical creatures gives them a small chance to gain a new ability. This chimera has consumed several goblins and humans, making it able to use magic attacks or deflect them.
'At least it's down to at least half now. Let's try to see if I can get closer.' "Aim for the tail,"
Neville Longbottom
HP: 5,060/ 6,600
MP: 2,800/ 8,250(7250 + 1000)
Neville used [Sprint] to close the distance between himself and the beast, using the chains to pull himself away from incoming fireballs or make sharp turns. He was just a little bit faster than the chimaera and once he was close enough to touch its whiskers, he dodged the lightning fast swipe from its claws, going into a slide underneath it. Once he was directly under the belly he struck, four spiked chains wrapped around the midsection of the creature, sealing away its breath attacks. The four other spikes wrapped around each of the legs sealing its movements.
"Steal! Steal! Steal! Steal! …" Neville called out still stuck to the underside of the chimaera. The attack he was calling out was [Thief's Hand], and he was using it to steal away some health and magic to heal himself and cripple it at the same time.
Neville Longbottom
HP: 6,600 / 6,600
MP: 7,800/ 8,250 (7250 + 1000)
Feeling back to almost 100 percent he separated the chains from his back, and slide under the still struggling beast. "Formation P!" he called out and the remaining golems got into different positions. Grapping the spiked dragon tail of the chimaera he began to spin in a circle, completely lifting his opponent off the ground before with a great huff he sent it hurtling into the direction of an awaiting stone golem, that kicked it to another, who punched it to an airborne wood golem that hit with a double hammer slam and into the awaiting arms of a dirt golem that performed a German suplex. The crater that it left was massive, but more awaited however as Neville was thrown high into the air by another golem.
Once he was dozens of feet in the air he gathered magic, summoning half a dozen floating glyphs below him and pointing to the captured chimaera. Giant magical balls fired simultaneously each one doing three times their normal damage thanks to the effects of the glyphs.
Magic Bolt (Lvl 43)
(Active): Gathers magic into a sphere and then is able to launch it in any direction. Can be launched as a ball or as a beam. You can change the shape or size of the beam as well as power depending on how much it was charged. Can now track and follow opponents.
Attack: 2500
Cost: 300 MP
Range: 500 ft.
It only had 1,000 Armor points meaning that it could only ignore 2,000 points of damage and each one of the bolts now did 7,500 points of damage.
They exploded upon contact, blowing away chunks of dirt and ice away.
The attack had cost him 1,800 MP in total and done 33,000 points of damage, a great attack, the only flaw it had was that it was extremely slow, something that most intelligent opponents could see and dodge accordingly.
Falling to the ground again he saw that although it was still alive, it was only barely breathing. Its fur was scorched black, the tail was missing, probably blown to smitherring, and it was bleeding from all over its body.
Neville took the time to savor the victor, reaching into his inventory he summoned a cigar and lit it with a small lighter. He wasn't one to smoke but he had picked up the habit of smoking a cigar after a major battle. Taking a couple of puffs, he walked closer to the chimaera until he could touch it and then expelled the smoke in its face. He had gotten a brand that smelled and tasted like cinnamon since he couldn't stand the smell of normal tobacco.
The large beast couldn't even turn its head, but it still glared at him with those fierce yellow eyes.
"You put up a good fight (puff), just not good enough," he said to it before with blinding speeds he plucked those same eyes from its head and taking away the rest of its health points in the process.
Looking at the eyes he threw them into his inventory, sure that they could be useful later.
Then he stood up and spread his arms wide like an orchestra director finishing his performance. The arena of Goblins roared with approval, they cheered his name, those that had bet on him winning being the loudest.
"Congratulations Mr. King, on single handedly winning all the Sacred Blood Trials! I hereby declare the King Clan as official members of Gringotts!" Rotfang stated and began to clap as well.
[Quest Complete]
Greed is in the blood: You wish to join the organization of Gringotts, a bank were greed and wealth determines everything.
Objective: Pass all four of the tests.
Quest Reward: Treasure Map, (20,000 G) X 5, Perk: Eyes of Worth
EXP gained
Boars: 100 EXP X 67= 6,700 EXP
*Jack: 45,000 EXP
Bull: 200 EXP X 8= 1,600 EXP
*Skull crusher: 60,000 EXP
*Giant: 75,000 EXP
*Chimaera: 100,000 EXP
Total: 288,300 EXP= 288 Shop Tokens
[Your defeat of certain enemies has gained you the following skills:]
Create (Lvl 1)
(Active): Allows you to create permeant non-magical objects that the castor is familiar with from magic.
Cost: 500 MP per pound
Taming (Lvl 1)
(Active): This ability allows you to tame a wild beast to your will. Their INT must be lower than your own or else it will fail. Creature that are tamed will act as familiars and can share their senses.
Cost: 300 MP and 1 Soul gem
Giant's Strength (Lvl 1)
(Active): Allows the user to increase their strength using magic. Raises STR by 20.
Cost: 200 MP
Duration: 1 Hour
Combine (Lvl 1)
(Active): Allows you to combine two abilities, creatures, object, etc. of similar types into something new. Abilities that you own can be gifted to others this way.
Cost: 700 MP
[Hidden prerequisite met: Defeat opponents 200 Lvl above your own with a non-living army.]
[Title: General] acquired
[General: You are now able to lead large amounts of people at once. People under you get a 50% increase to all stats.]
Doll Creation (Lvl 1)
(Active): One man army? Yes, you are with this ability. You are now able to create permeant beings made out of simple materials and breathe life into them. They have their own personality and abilities but are all extremely loyal to you. Stats are determined by Lvl and magic, cannot be leveled up once made.
Cost: 500 MP and 10 Soul Gems
[You have gained the Perk; Eyes of Worth]
[Eyes of Worth: A passive ability that lets you know the desires and wants of a person. They also show you if the person is worth investing.]
He closed his eyes as he felt an overwhelming sense of joy at all of the notifications. The skills were just as amazing as he thought they would be, and now he could make an army using his new skills.
He felt a brief tickling sensation on his eyes before it went away, opening them he noticed that the world had suddenly gotten a pink shade, and all of the people in the crowed had gained a small window. Blinking again he forced his new ability to go away and the world regained its original color back.
Looking at himself summoned the remaining golems and stored them back into his inventory by making it look like they were sinking below the ground.
A door materialized in the stone wall of the ring, and a small goblin gestured for him to follow.
Making his way towards them he made sure to pick up his discarded war-hammer.
"Clan Leader King, this way please. I will lead you to the conference room where you will meet the rest of the Clan Leaders," he said in a respectful tone, after all he was talking to a new Clan Leader, plus he had seen the destruction that the wizard was capable of.
Nodding, Neville followed behind the goblin, changing back into his suit using the quick option in his inventory. Taking out his staff he readied himself to meet the other goblins.
"This is as far as I am permitted to go. They have yet to arrive but please enter, your seat should have already been added," the servant said as it began to walk away.
Seeing no reason not to, the young wizard walked inside. The interior was one giant circle with a giant round wooden conference table standing right at the center, a set of 13 red throne like chairs spread evenly around it. He saw that each had a plaque with a clan's name etched on it.
He walked around the room inspecting the various paintings and items, most were about the goblin wars however.
Just as he thought about taking his seat while inspecting a painting of a goblin in the same armor that Skullcrusher had, he noticed that the walls and ceiling began to turn black. Leaping away from the wall he noticed that he was now in a trapped room, the exit having disappeared.
The surrounding darkness was unsettling, and for a horrifying moment he thought that he was back in the endless void.
Just as he was beginning to panic he heard a tap, turning around to the still present floor and table, he saw someone he knew should not have been there. Worse was that it filled him with terror.
"...Neville."
(Scene change)
Augusta Longbottom poured herself another glass of Firewhiskey, trying to call her nerves down.
She stood in her study, surrounded by worried house elves. A few hours ago, they had finally caught the person that had been out murdering Purebloods, an old pureblooded wizard that had once been suspected of being a Death Eater, spent all of his assets trying to dodge Azkaban. The poor wizard had then decided to take revenge on all of those Pureblooded families that had sided against him during the war.
He had been caught when he had tried to kidnap the niece of Amelia Bones, he was then questioned using all available means to ask about the different people he had either killed or abducted. The list in front of her was a copy of his list of targets.
She ran her trembling finger down the list until she reached the Longbottoms. Her heart clenched every time she read off a family member's name and then the word 'Dead'. Finally, she reached Neville's name.
Neville Longbottom - Escaped
She let out a huge breath of relief.
It would appear that although he had managed to capture her grandson, Neville was able to escape. The only problem was that she didn't know where he was, but at least she knew that he could take care of himself in the wild.
Looking at the head of the beast she had found in the forest mounted to the wall, she gave a quick toast, praying that she would find him soon.
(Scene change)
Neville had recognized the person sitting at his seat immediately, how could he not when he saw him every day, he even had a miniature copy of his suit.
"H-how?" he uttered with dry lips.
The emotionless face of the young boy was eerie as he spoke, "Do you mean how am I here, or how are we in the same place at the same time? Well, either way it doesn't matter? Please Mr. Price have a seat." He gestured to an empty seat a couple of chairs away.
Neville sluggishly did as he was told, never did he think he would get to meet the original owner of the body he was using.
"Now I am sure that you have many question Mr. Price, and rest assure that that is the reason for why I am here, to give you answers. Now before you ask, no, I am not in fact Neville Longbottom, this is just one of my many forms" the supposed dead boy answered back.
Slamming down his worry he forced [Gamer's Mind] to activate. "If you are not Neville then who are you?"
Leaning backwards the unnamed being began to speak, "Now that, is a rather complicated question with a rather simple answer. Perhaps a riddle will help."
"I am the man without a name,
For I am life's eternal bane,
I do not judge or cast blame,
For in my eyes you are all the same."
"Now then what am I?" he said as he summoned a glass of white wine from thin air.
Neville began to think, but the answer was more surprising, "... Oh shit. You're Death."
"It seems you got it, good. Now then I here to explain a couple of things, in the hopes that you may help in a certain matter pertaining to your 'arrival' as it were," the now named person answered.
"Okay, I mean, wow. Just wow. I guess I should ask how is it that I am here, in this universe that should have just been a fictional story," Neville said, the questions he had been suppressing surfacing to his mind.
"Very well, but I will need to explain a couple of things first. First of all, let me ask you this in a way that you can understand, have you ever thought how computer A.I. in movies work, better yet how the brain works?"
"Don't they work the same, the brain sends electrical signals along the nervous system and the A.I. just sends out different signals to other programs, right?"
"In a way, but what I was getting at was the fact that they both use electrical energy. Now then let me ask you something else, what would happen if the electricity that your race has come to enjoy so much, suddenly developed consciousness?" Death asked, patiently watching as the young man tried to think of an answer.
"I don't know," Neville finally admitted, he had never thought of such a thing.
"I know that it is a rather hard concept to imagine for most, but let me elaborate. This has actually happened before. What your race calls magic is in fact that, it has been so for countless eons. Wizards and magical beings treat magic as a separate being, and with good reason. It is a type of energy that has done something that should have been impossible, it gained awareness."
"But that would mean...," the reincarnated man thought of the consequences of such a thing.
"Correct again. The reason why nobody has been able to find rules for magic or an explanation for how it works, is because it is constantly changing the rules. Wizards have some silly notion that they create magic using their souls, I can assure you that one soul is no different from any other, what actually happens is that Magic lets them tap into its energy to perform their spells. In this world Mr. Price, there are three governing bodies that oversee the world, Magic, myself and one other," Death revealed.
"I understand but that still doesn't answer my question. What am 'I' doing here," Neville asked again.
Taking another sip of his glass, Death continued, "I was getting to that, what you must understand first is how death and life work together. The other being I was talking about has no name but the closest one to match it is Gaia, the planet itself has also gained sentience, after it had fused with a piece of Magic. The ley lines as you call them work the same way as veins, carrying magical currents throughout its body, regulating the flow and making sure that magic is constantly moving. It does however have one other important job, and that is to create the bodies that will house souls. In comes my job, despite popular belief I don't take souls to the afterlife, my job is to create the soul and then collect them again when the time comes."
Neville summoned an inventory window, happy to know that his powers still worked, and took out a bottle of wine before ripping off the cork and drinking it straight from the mouth. "So, there is no afterlife, then what happens to the souls?"
Now death waved a hand and a blank giant jig-saw puzzle appeared, he carefully took out a single piece and held it up for the wizard to see. "I made the first ever soul after I ripped a piece of myself and gave it to Gaia so that she could form a body. Every single being with a soul today were once a piece of myself. People, animals, insects, plants, they all have a soul, and once their time has come I collect them back into myself. You could say that I was, am, and will be every single thing that has ever lived in one way or another."
Neville clutched his head trying to understand the world-shattering realization of what he had just been told, "So does this mean that I am also a piece of you?"
"That is where things are different, you originally aren't from this universe, and therefore I am not the version of me that created you. Magic played a very clever trick on that version of me, and sent you to the Void as you call it, a place that we are not allowed to touch, a place were the barrier between worlds is the thinnest. At the moment of your death it cast you there and the me of your world was unable to retrieve you, it then proceeded to guide you to this world. Tell me how long do you think you were in there?" Death asked the confused wizard.
"Wasn't it a year, there was a countdown clock and everything," he said honestly, even though he felt that the real answer would be different.
"Let me give tell you something, time in the Void is constantly changing, never staying the same. A second there could fluctuate between one real second or a millennium, and you had the unfortunate pleasure of staying there for a year."
"Wait! If that's true then why don't I feel order, and how old am I really?"
"Time is a relative thing, for example: if you were stuck in a room without out windows and didn't need food or drink, but the only thing there was a clock, then your brain would adjust itself to perceive it as normal, even if one second was actually five. Time has always been a tricky subject, a five-year-old for example will feel a single year longer than it does for a fifty-year-old, only because to him it is one fifth of the amount that he has been alive. As to the matter of your age, at the time you were put inside the Void, it was going 5 million times real speed. You are 5,000,027 years old. You should be happy, most people don't look half as good as you when they reach a fraction of your age," the personification of Death, told him mercilessly, a small smile formed when he saw the man in question suck in a sharp breath.
"...So, then what happened?"
Feeling more relaxed Death summoned other food, "I say it now since it's the next topic we are going to discuss, but you are an experiment. Have you ever wondered why your power takes the form of a game? No. Then let me explain. Your ability makes you interact with the world as a game character, but it doesn't turn the world its self into one. But if you are the character then who is the player?"
"...Ah shit. It's Magic isn't it," Neville spoke after putting the pieces together.
"Bingo. However, you must realize that it chooses to guide you rather than to take direct control. Another point is that it isn't actually a game, it was just the simplest form that your mind could comprehend. Every time you gain a point in one of your stats, Magic is shifting reality to make you stronger, faster, durable, and several other things."
"Why? What does it have to gain?" he said not finding the reason why Magic would give him those abilities.
"Let me clarify something. Gaia constantly gains experience as long as something is born on her surface. I gain experience every time someone dies and they merge back with me. Magic however gains experience any time someone uses it. However, the one thing we all have in common, the one thing that all sentient beings have in common, is the desire to grow, evolve as it were. A bit of advice, the best method to progress is to set up rules and then figure out how to break them. That is the reason why Magic chose you, you will be the hammer that can break his own limitations. Every time you do something out of the ordinary, it learns and adapts. The so-called quests are its own way of testing what you can do."
"God, damn it! So, you're saying that everything so far has just been one giant lie. That everything I do is just to benefit this stupid sentient energy," Neville slammed his hands on the table and got up, running a hand through his hair to calm himself down.
Death was not shocked by the reaction, "There is also the matter of certain aspect of your games that I would like to go over. One point for instant is the Shopping Tab on your menu once you leveled up you LUK stat. Many of the spells and items are things that haven't even been thought of in this world, so how are you getting them?"
"I don't know, doesn't it just create them?"
"No in fact, what it actually did was invade a new universe where those things already existed and then slowly began to copy their knowledge to his own. Despite their innocent design the Shop Tokens are actually tools it uses to puncture more holes in the Void and make the connection bigger, and every monster, plant, or environment that is foreign to this world is a copy of something it has managed to collect."
"Oh God." It was almost too much to bare but he still needed to ask something that had been on his mind, "What about Levels and EXP, what are they really?"
"Levels are the accumulation experience. Experience however is different than what you might imagine. As you have probably noticed, you do not gain EXP if you knock out an opponent, only if they die, there is a reason for that. Experience is made by just living and performing tasks that ensure your survival, not a very large amount mind you but enough to gain a couple of levels throughout your life. There however is another way to gain experience and that is by taking it away from someone else. Everything is connected in the endless cycle of life, you must take life if you want to continue living, that is the fundamental law. Consuming plants and animals bestows a fraction of their total experience to you. The more experience you have the higher the level, and the more powerful you become. Those Shop Tokens are in fact a physical representation of experience and are in fact very valuable artifacts. I however am more interested in those Soul Gems in your inventory. Ten of those gems are capable of creating a soul, a soul that has never been a part of me is very enticing."
Walking back to his seat, he slumped in it and looked up to the endless void that had replaced the ceiling, "So what else can you tell me?"
Death leaned back in his seat showing that he was in no rush, "Ask away, this is after all one of the few times that you will get straight answers."
Neville knew that there was not a lot that he could do in his position, but at least he could get a clearer picture of the entire thing, and he began to ask questions that he had always been curious about.
"So, what about Soul Bonds, is that an actual thing here or just something that was made up?"
"There is no such thing as a 'Soul Bond'. What happens is that sometimes I make a mistake and accidentally create two identical souls, sometimes they can even communicate with each other, but nothing romantic about it."
"What about the heirs of the Founders, are they a thing?"
"Founder? You mean those wizards that made Hogwarts? They're dead, the whole heir thing is just a fabrication by the Wizarding Government to claim rights to their possessions. There is also no such thing as secret Founder Magic is you were wondering."
"Okay, but what about the Deadly Hollows, what was the true story behind that?"
"Oh, those things, I completely forgot about those, really should get them back? What happened you see was that I was trying to create a new soul at the time, and I needed guinea pigs so I took the first three I came across. Getting a hold of all three doesn't really make master of anything, I mean why would I create something that would allow someone to control me, I would have to be extremely stupid. What the three object actually do is cures the owners, in exchange for their power they are left with misfortune and once they die their souls get trapped inside the objects.
"Whatever happened to Merlin?"
"That is an interesting tale, I had once decided to visit the world to see what it was like, so I asked Gaia to craft me a body. During my time on Earth I may have overdone it with the magic, you have to understand that at the time magic was very underdeveloped. I mean there was this one time that I changed a duck into a cantaloupe, I not sure why I did it again, but everyone started to lose their head over it. Many of the so called amazing magical feats that made him famous could have been done by a talented sixth year student. Don't even get me started about the time that I decided to give the whole birth thing a try, and was then proclaimed as the son of God."
The questions went on for a long time, Neville had taken of his jacket and loosened his tie, taking another swing of Vodka, having broken out the hard liquor somewhere in the middle of their conversation.
"Hey Death, I've been meaning to ask, but how come Eve was able to gain powers from drinking my blood. Is that going to happen every time someone does that or was that just a special circumstance?
Death was in a similar state of undress also with a bottle in his hand, alcohol doing very little to both of them. With a lazy wave, he dismissed his worries "Oh, that? You don't have to worry about it, Gaia was just being a vengeful bitch, she's been in a mood ever since you killed her pet wolf, good job on that by the way, always hated that mutt. She doesn't want you running around using her power so she took the chance and tried to give it to someone else, like that redhead. I should probably warn you that she will try to kill you the first chance she gets."
Looking at his new friend, Neville asked, "That sounds like a serious problem?"
"Don't worry too much, just do what you would do to any female, give them sacrifices until they forgive you. You know chocolates, flowers, extremely powerful artifacts of mass destruction, the usual," Death responded nonchalantly tipping over the bottle to show that it was empty before throwing it behind him with a shrug and reaching for the table that was littered with a wide selection of spirits and wines, Neville's personal collection.
"Hey didn't you say that you needed my help with something before," the young-looking man said, finally remembering the whole reason for why they were talking.
Death ignored the question as he took a swing of some unknown brand of spirit, sucking in a breath as he felt the drink burn his throat, "Ooooh, this is that good shit, where did you get this? I am unfamiliar with this brand."
Looking at the label, the wizard saw the words 'Spirit of Fire' 'Caution: Consumption can lead to three degree burns and painful death'. "I think that was a loot drop in that Dungeon that was covered in fire."
"If you find anymore send it my way okay? But to answer your question you are indeed needed for something. You see Magic has been creating all of these 'bridges' to other worlds but hasn't closed the once he was done. The result is that sometimes something from that world manages to accidentally sneak its way here, so far nothing to dangerous has been able to get through, but that might not always be the case."
"Ahhh damn it, I just knew that this life couldn't be that easy. So, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Good that you feel s eager to help, I mean it is your fault, but props for stepping forward. What I need you to do is destroy anything hostile that gets through and see if you can close them permanently."
"I'll see what I can do. How many are there by the way?"
"Right now, there are 12,045 portals," the god said, making Neville spit out his drink and choke. "Don't worry too much though, most are only active for a couple of seconds, and nothing usually comes out. What you have to worry about are the 64 portals that are constantly open. My suggestion is to recruit others to help you."
"Fuck! What about normal people? Can they see these portals?"
"Yes, actually? Thankfully nobody has noticed anything too strange but things like unexplained weather phenomenon will occur more frequently. I could create some type of illusionary barrier to keep the people oblivious to the fact that creatures are invading the world but I would need a couple of things first."
"Things like what?" Neville said seriously, the last thing he wanted was the world to become apocalyptic because some panicked world leaders tried to bomb some of these portals.
"I don't know, something like 15,000 Soul Gems, 1,000 Shop Tokens, 1,000 tons of gold and other precious materials, 100 objects class Rare or higher, and a vessel to hold it all together. Also, don't be shy about sending any more liquors you find my way," the small child said as he finished the small list of materials he had prepared beforehand, not caring that each item he mentioned was like a stab to the heart for the greedy wizard.
"… I'll see what I can do," Neville said numbly.
"Perfect. Just so you know I am giving you the power to resurrect people back to life, my way of saying thanks. I should also mention that souls that have been dead for more than 500 years have already fused completely to me and are there for unable to be resurrected. Well I should probably get going, I have plenty of souls waiting for me after all. Don't be afraid to give me a call, especially for a drink. Goodbye."
With that the younger version of Neville snapped his fingers and light receded form the walls, the table was clear of any food, and the only person in the room was the adult Neville, who was now clean and dressed in his suit.
The young man in question didn't have much time to think as he heard the door open and a group of old goblins began to pour in, his only thought was, 'Bastard, he took the rest of my liquor with him.'
Getting back into character he knew that he was in for a long meeting. Holding back a grown he knew that he would need the connections that Gringotts would provide if the plan he had come up with during his meeting with death was to come true.
A/N: So now you have your answer on the true reason for why the Gamer was created. I briefly mentioned it in chapter 7 that the game was alive.
To those of you who were worried that Neville was growing too powerful, I added the Anti-magic fields and other limitations, so as to give him a challenge. So far he will is still playing the tutorial mode, but once he starts Hogwarts the level of difficulty will increase. Also the amount of EXP needed to level up will be much higher and the quest will be more complicated and fewer in between.
Now on to the matter of Armor and how that plays a part in the game.
1 Point of Armor can block 2 Points of Damage. ...that's it.
I needed to make more challenges so that Neville doesn't just steam roll the entire story. Also this allows me to bring in other interesting worlds into the mix without bringing in other characters, so don't expect people like Goku or Luffy to show up.
I would also like to mention that I have recently started a new fanfic. It will star an OC, since they are kind of my thing, that has the powers of Izayoi form the anime 'Problem Children are Coming from Another World, Aren't They?' in the Ranma Universe. If you have not seen either of them then I recommend you do. It will usually have short chapters and not very serious, mostly about him poking fun at what most of the characters in the Ranma Universe do. You know, common sense.