Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter of any other references mentioned in this fanfic.
A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you are all staying safe and healthy. One of my aunts had to stay quarantined because she got the virus so I can understand how hard it is for others.
Moving along, I'm happy to see so many of you were able to guess correctly. Yes, it was Erza.
Now to answer some of your questions, though just a few since I'm using my lunch break to post this.
Charles does have plans for the Death Eaters but no, he's not going to recruit Bellatrix. Evil Overlord rule #something: Don't try to recruit talent from the other side when there are people just as talent on your side without the risk of them betraying you.
I love Evil Overlord Rule meme's I recommend looking some of them up.
Another thing, I don't expect you to pity of feel bad for him. Just understand his actions.
Also I can understand if it seems like I'm adding to many things at once, I'll try to limit myself from now on.
Even though this is gamer story, I try to cut back on the game element as much as possible but sometimes it can't be helped.
Fair warning, Charles is getting some new skills this chapter. Also a look into his life before his reincarnation, which is as close to a backstory as your going to get.
Well enjoy.
Chapter 22
Hidden Quest: Looking Glass
Description: Centuries ago, a powerful wizard managed to seal an ancient power inside of a mirror. For decades he safeguarded the mirror, deterring any looking for it. Fearing that someone would abuse its power after his death he had the mirror broken and the shards scattered.
Objective: Find all the shards. (0/1000)
Reward: ?
'So, it's like a giant jig-saw puzzle,' Hermes commented as the three of us looked at the giant mirror frame. It was easily 20 ft tall and 5 ft wide, with jagged pieces of glass sticking around the border.
"Apparently," I said amused. Seeing as we hadn't found any mirror shards on our way here, I'm willing to wager that either they weren't created yet or they were scattered in different dungeons. "Well, its time to head back."
We got back to the orphanage a little past five in the morning, right around the time I normally got up.
With a mental flick I switched out my armor for some normal clothes. Black slacks and a white button up shirt.
"Professor Flitwick should be here in two hours. I don't have to remind you about your objectives, do I?" I said adjusting the collar of my shirt in a mirror.
'Of course not,' Hermes scoffed as he flapped his wings.
"Good, I'll call you out when its time," I told them.
They both bowed their heads before disappearing into their own personal dimension.
Walking out of the room I made my way to the kitchen.
Putting on the apron, I rolled up my sleeves and started taking ingredients from my inventory.
Daily Quest: May I have some more?
Description: Feed the hungry boys and girls of Hampstead Orphanage. (0/58)
Reward: 2000 Exp, Increased closeness with Hampstead Orphanage.
Dismissing the window, I got to work cooking breakfast.
With my help a number of the older residents were able to get part-time jobs with the local business. This not only boosted the orphanage's reputation, but it also brought an influx of donations. Seeing as I wasn't old enough to get one though, I settled for doing the odd job here and there, mostly as a way to explain where I got my money.
The first of the dishes was out of the kitchen and into the mess hall just as the first residents started to wander in.
[Cooking]'s level has risen by one.
[Cooking] (Passive) LV 20 EXP: 0.8%
Description: Food you make is now more delicious. There is also an additional chance that they might carry certain buffs or effects. Normal people can now benefit from these buffs without having [Gamer's Body]. Recipes learned: 329
Effect: You know exactly how to season and flavor food to make it the most delicious.
Effect: Dishes you are familiar with can be crafted instantly. (No Experience is given.)
Effect: Able to decipher the exact cooking method and ingredients used to make a dish. (Recipe will now appear when using [Observe].)
"Oh?"
I briefly pondered if it would work on the Life Nectar made by the Gnome Village. Though I might hate the little buggers, I must admit that they were rather tightlipped with their secrets. Even after torturing them for hours on end they had refused to give me the method to make more nectar.
By the time I was finished the last dish the mess hall was filled with excited children and groggy teens.
"Here Ms. Emily, enjoy," I said placing a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon and toast in front of her. Leaning in I whispered in her ear, "No need to worry about the pantry, I was able to refill it using magic."
"You're an angel," she said warmly not knowing any better.
(Daphne)
The young heiress was currently glaring daggers at her cousin Nicholas over the dining room table.
He didn't look the least bit bothered by her stare as he continued to eat his breakfast with a smile.
It was a good thing that the only people at the table were them and her younger sister. Her parents and Uncle had left on business related trip earlier in the week.
"Come now cousin, all I said was that I wanted to meet him. I'm curious to see what the boy who managed to catch your interest is like."
The thought of Charles and Nicholas meeting was concerning. Not because she thought they wouldn't get along but because she was almost certain they would. As much as she hated being passed over in the family business, she didn't deny that there was a good reason. Nicholas was not only charismatic but smart too, and in his hands the family business would no doubt flourish. The problem was that he was too charismatic. She was worried that he would be able to get Charles to his side before she could secure his loyalty.
"I told you already I don't-" she started to say.
Giving a fake sigh Nicholas cut her off, "Oh very well, I suppose if you're that against it, I'll hold off for the moment."
Daphne narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"By the way, I heard you plan to watch this year's Dueling Competition. Any reason for that?"
The blonde momentarily threw a glare at her sister before turning to face her cousin's impish face.
(Ministry of Magic)
I watched as the witch at the desk looked over the registration form.
She glanced up at me with a skeptical look before shrugging her shoulders and stamping the papers. She stood up from her seat and filed it in the cabinet behind her.
"The junior tournament will take place on the 27th of July. Don't be late," she warned sternly.
I nodded before walking away.
Looking to my right, I smiled at the goblin professor, "Thanks a lot for covering the entrance fee Professor."
"No need to worry Charles, the costs of club related activities are covered by the new school budget," he informed me.
We were currently at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Magical Games and Sports located on the seventh floor.
His expression soon turned serious, "I've scheduled an appointment with an old friend of mine that should be able to help us get some answers."
I adopted a sober look, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous."
"Are you having second thought?" he asked with a concerned voice.
I shook my head, "No, this is something I feel I have to do if I want to move forward."
On the way to elevator we came to a door labeled Ludicrous Patent Office.
"Hold on a minute Professor," I said as I quickly dashed inside and came back out with different pamphlets and forms.
The small professor looked at the things in my hands and raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"A friend of mine recently gave me a book on spell creation and mentioned I could make some money by patenting any new spells?" I answered his unspoken question.
"A friend you say?" he said.
Seeing as he wouldn't let it go, I decided I might as well use this situation to my advantage.
"Daphne Greengrass actually," I explained. Despite trying to hide it I saw a flash of suspicion in his eyes the moment I said her family name. "I tutored her on the weekends in exchange for some spare coins. I was honestly surprised she approached me after knowing my Muggle-born status. I suppose some Slytherins are just more openminded than we give them credit for."
Flitwick stayed silent with a scrunched brow as if he were trying to make sense of something.
I decided to add another nail to the coffin, "Actually, she was the first person who suggested I could have mixed blood." I saw his eyes widen subconsciously in surprise.
It looked like he was going to say something before shaking his head and smiling, "It's good to have friends. If the exam results are anything to go by then she's a smart girl… very observant."
I'm curious to know what conclusion he must have come up with.
Coughing into his fist he motioned for the elevator, "We should really get going, don't want to be late after all."
Riding the elevator to the Fourth Level I called out Jinx and Hermes from their pocket dimension. There was no need to worry about them being spotted by Flitwick as spirits could choose to be seen or unseen by others.
Once we came to a stop only the professor and I exited the elevator. 'You know what to do,' I said over our telepathic connection.
As the doors closed behind us, I turned to my companion, "Ahem, so Professor who exactly is it that we're meeting?"
The wizard started to say something before a grey-haired gentleman walked up to us, "That would be me."
Flitwick turned and smiled, something the mysterious man mimicked. "Filius it's been too long," the man said stepping forward to shake the smaller man's hand.
"Yes, it has old friend," the smaller wizard agreed before turning in my direction, "Ahem, Charles this is Oswald Blackgate, Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
Stepping forward, I shook his hand, "A pleasure."
"Ah yes, Filius has told me a thing or two about you. Heard you're quite the Quidditch player. Never did care for the sport myself but to each his own," the man said before giving me quick look over.
I took this time to use [Observe] on him and what I found made me raise a metaphoric eyebrow.
Looks like my latest quest would be completed ahead of time.
"Ahem, why don't we move this elsewhere," he finally said before leading us all the way to the end of a hallway toward a door that had a golden plaque with his name on it.
As expected, it was much bigger on the inside. It was a large oval two-story study, with a large number of bookcases covering every wall. A few magical instruments could be seen floating here and there, a huge aquarium with exotic looking fish took up most of the wall behind a large wooden desk. The room was filled with all types of oddities, but the strangest had to be the portrait of Darwin hanging on one of the walls, the last thing one would expect in a magical office.
Two black leather couches sat opposite of each other in front of the desk with a small glass coffee table in between them. With a wave of his wand, Oswald vanished them. He then called over two wooden stools and motioned for me to take a seat.
"I do apologize if this seems rushed, but I'm rather pressed for time at the moment. Apparently, someone has been breeding acromantulas with fire worms, with the results being as disastrous as one would expect," Oswald said taking the opposite seat.
"We understand you must be busy, we're thankful that you're willing to see us at all," Flitwick told him.
The end of the wand sprayed me with a blue mist that caused me to lean back in surprise.
"Always time for a friend," the man replied without stopping his examination, "Oh, that reminds me, I heard a rumor that Vincent is entering this year's Dueling Tournament. He's been getting a big head after you retired. Don't suppose you feel up to knocking him down a peg."
The smaller man's face darkened briefly before letting out a breath, "No, my dueling days are over. I'm a teacher now."
"Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, Vincent's pupil is also entering the Junior Dueling Tournament," Oswald commented offhandedly before looking me in the eyes, "There's a chance you might end up fighting him."
I grinned, "I'll look forward to it."
"Ha, at least you aren't lacking confidence," the wizard laughed before taking out a handkerchief and wiping his wand clean. "Well there's one thing for certain, if you are part magical creature, there's no clear outward indicator. Though that could just be that your species doesn't have one or you aren't old enough to exhibit them, some traits might even be magical in nature rather than physical. Your sudden growth spurt and muscular physique could just be the result from a healthy diet and all the training you do. With that being said, Filius wouldn't have brought you all this way if there wasn't at least a possibility, so I'll ask now, what makes you so special?"
I looked at Flitwick as if asking for permission.
"It's okay. Oswald is someone we can trust," the small professor said encouragingly.
Exhaling, I looked at the man and started to explain, "I'm strong." It was obvious that my abilities would get exposed one day as I had no desire to hide them forever so why not do it at my own pace.
Oswald raised an eyebrow, "Show me?"
Standing up I walked over to the wooden desk. I estimate its weight to be somewhere between 300-400 pounds. Bending down I gripped the edge of the table and effortlessly lifted it over my head.
I turned to look at the Department Head who had a gobsmacked face.
"Oh, and I can also heal fast too," I added.
-Hermes-
Riding down the elevator down to the Department of Mysteries turned out to be surprisingly simple.
The two made sure to remain invisible as they followed the Unspeakable into the entrance Chamber behind the black door.
The room was circular with twelve handless doors, a set of wards could be felt over the doors, but nothing that could keep out the two spirits.
Jinx felt something call out to her from one of the doors causing her to stare in its direction, something the Hermes noticed, 'Don't get distracted now, you know why we're here. Bring back anything that might be useful to Charles and don't get caught.'
'Don't worry, I won't fail,' the hell spirit said in a serious tone before turning into an invisible gas cloud that seeped underneath the closest door.
Hermes shook his head at her impatience. He turned to the remaining doors.
Charles had told him to steal a time-turner if there was an opportunity.
Feeling a pulling sensation in his head he too felt drawn to one of the doors.
He used his size manipulation to briefly turn himself into the size of an ant and fly under the door.
Once he was on the other side, he scanned the room. It was a large black chamber full of planets floating in mid-air.
He let instinct guide him as he flew toward a spot in space that seemed to shimmer.
-Jinx-
The cat shaped spirit stood in front of the towering stone archway. The sound of distant voices could be heard coming from a ghost-like veil in front of her.
A member or your party has found a new area: Space Dungeon.
Seeing the message pop-up, Jinx narrowed her eyes.
"I won't be left behind brother."
You have found a new area: Hell Dungeon.
Would you like to enter? Y/N
(Orphanage)
With a pop, we appeared behind the orphanage. It was already late into the night, well past curfew, so there was little chance we would be seen.
I hunched my shoulders and spoke in a tired voice, "That took longer than I had expected, and in the end we didn't get any closer to finding what I am, just that I'm weirder than the average wizard."
"I apologize Charles, Oswald is a good man, but he does tend to get too focused when it comes to his work. It's a bad habit he had even during our school years," Professor Flitwick tried to excuse his friend's behavior.
I cracked a grin, "I think that's something that applies to all Ravenclaws."
"I suppose so. Either way, we can at least conclude that you do indeed appear to have a magical creature heritage. Now we just need to find out which ones they are. Oswald said we would get a better picture after some more tests."
"Right, is it just my imagination but did he seem I don't know, giddy at the prospect of more tests?"
The miniature wizard coughed into his hand awkwardly, "Anyways, make sure to record any new observations in a journal just like he said. I'll come later in the week so that we can polish up your dueling before the competition, until then remember no magic."
"I understand," I said as I approached the back door, "no magic outside of school, unless supervised by a high authority figure."
"Good boy," was all he said before apparating away.
Taking out a key, I unlocked the door and made my way inside. My earlier tiredness vanished as I walked to my room.
Inside I found Hermes and Jinx both sleeping on the bed. I always found it strange seeing as spirits didn't need sleep. Then again, neither did I, but I still enjoyed it.
Taking a knife from my inventory I sliced open my arm about 2 inches from my wrist and pushed out a bloody blue scale from under my skin. Next, I reached into my mouth and pulled out a fake molar, a real one regenerating almost immediately. The last thing I took out were a set of black hair extensions that had been cleverly mixed into my own.
It had been a pain to carry them all day but it was thanks to them that I was able to fool most of the magical tests.
Walking to my desk, I found a curious lump of rock and a blank book on it.
'Hmm, what could this be?' I thought as I used [Observe] on the rock.
Adamantine Ore- Rank: Special
Description: A special type of metal ore that can only be found in meteorites. Items made of adamantine boast an ultra-hardness capable of withstand extreme amounts of pressures and temperatures making it virtually indestructible. Weapons made of Adamantine do twice as much damage and never lose their edge. Armor made of Adamantine are immune to normal melee attacks.
I raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Just where the heck had they gone?
Reaching for the book, it turned out to be a skill book.
You obtained the skill book [Create Artificial Spirit]
[Will you learn this skill?] [Y/N]
You obtained the skill Create Artificial Spirit
[Create Artificial Spirit] (Active) LV1 EXP: 0.0%
Description: Minds and souls are surprisingly easy to create and can be used as the faithful servants and tools of their creator. Allows you to create artificial spirits. The abilities of the artificial spirits are proportional to the magic abilities of the caster.
Cost: 2000 MP
As the information entered my mind, I felt the edges of my mouth rise up.
This is what I needed to cover the weakness of [Doll Creation]. While it was true that I did receive experience whatever my golems killed something, seeing as the system treated them more akin to magical weapons, the fact that they couldn't level up themselves meant that I couldn't use them on stronger opponents. Case in point the death knight and his wraths that completely obliterated my mob dolls. There was also the problem of just maintaining them as they needed a constant supply of soul stones to function which would only increase the more I continue to make.
Walking over to the two sleeping spirits I, placed a blanket over them before taking a seat in front of the desk.
This was no time to sleep, my mind was already racing with ideas.
(Oswald)
The aged wizard ran a hand through his silver hair as he stared at the data in front of him.
"Charles Bell," he muttered with dark grin.
A pitiful moan behind him momentarily broke his train of thought. Turning around, he glared at a misshapen creature locked behind a metal cage. A long tongue, too big to fit inside its mouth, hung uselessly trailing droll down the ground. Glassy bulbus eyes that looked ready to pop out of its head were staring vacantly ahead. The best way to describe it was as if someone tried to splice a human with a dog.
Oswald ignored it as he focused on what to do next.
"It's lucky that this came when it did, the hags that usually supplied me with my specimens have all gone and disappeared. Either they were all killed or managed to get captured. Luckily, I always made sure to be under the effects of Polyjuice when we made the trade so they couldn't trace it back to me," he said before adopting an amused look, "Still to think my old friend Filius would unexpectedly bring me something so interesting after all this time."
Walking over to bookcase he retrieved a large iron chest covered in chains.
With a snap of his fingers the chains unlocked themselves as he took out a dusty tome. A stylized picture of a phoenix on the cover was all it took to determine who the book once belonged too.
Thirty years ago he had been lucky enough to come across a splintered faction of the destroyed Phoenix Clan after the other Three Clans had purged them out of China.
It had been a simple matter to get rid of them once he had earned their trust, so certain of their own superiority that they didn't think it possible for a wizard from a lesser country to betray them.
The book containing all the clan's research material spanning centuries. Though to call it a clan was stretching it as they more closely resembled a cult. Still the research proved to be invaluable as the Phoenix Clan were known to be master of Alchemy and Conjuration. Though the experiment depicted in the book were nothing short of horrifying, the results from those same experiments could be said to be revolutionary. If only they hadn't started to kidnap members of the other clans, then they wouldn't have been discovered and subsequently destroyed.
"Just watch me, I'll accomplish what you all failed to do. I will bring wizarding kind to the next step in evolution." he promised darkly.
(Factory)
Once again, I lamented the lack of technological progress. Never did I feel more out of place than when I got a stark reminder of just how different this time was compared to my own.
For example, although the internet was around, it was just barely starting out, a literal pond compared to the giant ocean of information it would someday become. As someone from the future the was used to the having the best technology money could buy, having to wait for a page to load was humbling.
"I would kill for some broadband," I muttered with a humorless laugh.
"I'll kill them for you master," Jinx offered as she jumped onto my lap.
I stroked her head with an amused smile, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
Currently I was trying to get ahold of famous geology expert, who specialized in meteorites.
Although I was capable of doing many things on my own, that didn't mean I could do everything. If being rich taught me anything, it was that if you had a problem you couldn't solve, rather than struggling on your own it was both faster and better to get professional help.
Simply put, I didn't have the time or equipment to find every little thing about adamantine. The few experiments I was able to conduct were too unprecise for my taste, which was why I was going to send a sample to an actual expert.
Speaking factually, that was the only thing I could do at the moment. The amount of Adamantine that Hermes was able to mine was too small to make anything useful, and it was unclear when I would have the chance to visit the [Space Dungeon] myself.
Though even if I did, I didn't have the necessary tools or manpower to set up a mining operation. According to Hermes, the asteroid field where he found the ore was crawling with insect like monsters that were resistant to magic.
The best thing to do was sell it and acquire some legal funds I could use.
I'm sure there were plenty of organization just itching to get their hands on a newly discovered element. I expected to be made quite a few offers once it got out.
As for any future legal problems, they would be dealt with by the various law firms already under my command.
Now if only the page would load.
[Fluffy's level has gone up by 1.]
[Your level went up by 1]
Right I currently had Hermes training Fluffy in the [Zombie Dungeon].
Actually, now might be the perfect time to finally use up those stat points I've been saving.
Charles Bell
Class: The Gamer
Title: Overlord
Level: LV 43 Next Level: 0.00%
HP: 1750/1750 (550+ 1200)
MP: 840/840 (800+5%)
STR: 30
DEX: 31
VIT: 50
INT: 75
WIS: 78
LUK: 36
Points: 142
Money: 459,334 G/ 2 S/ 5 K
Inventory: 12,000/ 15,000
Seeing as I could now mass produce as much Life Nectar as I wanted, I didn't have to worry about VIT as much. Similarly, STR and DEX were still low enough were I could raise them up through training. The stats I should focus on were still the last three: INT, WIS, and LUK.
After a bit of thought I decided to put 1 point into VIT and split the rest into INT, WIS, LUK.
Charles Bell
Class: The Gamer
Title: Overlord
Level: LV 43 Next Level: 0.00%
HP: 1750/1750 (550+ 1200)
MP: 1,921.5/1,921.5 (1,830+5%)
STR: 30
DEX: 31
VIT: 51
INT: 178
WIS: 101
LUK: 51
Points: 0
Money: 459,334 G/ 2 S/ 5 K
Inventory: 12,000/ 15,000
I didn't have to wait long before being bombarded with new messages.
Since your VIT passed 50, you will gain the passive skill [Poison Resistance].]
Since your INT passed 100, you will gain a random ability related to your brain function. You have gained the skill [Parallel Thought].]
Since your INT passed 100, you gained the passive skill [Medium Mana.]
Since your INT passed 100, you gained the passive skill [Mana Regeneration.]
Since your WIS passed 100, you gain a random ability related to decision making. You have gained the skill [Intuition].
Since your WIS passed 100, you gained the passive skill [Magic Skin].
Since your LUK passed 50, you will gain the passive skill [Lucky Find].
I could feel my mind getting more focused. Ideas and concepts that I understood suddenly had a new layer of meaning.
Before I could get lost in my thoughts, I noticed the web page had finished loading.
"Finally," I muttered as I quickly located the information I wanted, "Note to self: invent high-speed internet."
-Time Skip-
Strolling through the streets of Hampstead, I was for once not on a mission. Rather this one of my rare days off where I took time away from my plotting and scheming to just relax and get in tune with myself.
Frankly, it was more surprising to see how much of a workaholic I had become after being reborn. Though I suppose a lot of that had to do with the lack of safety net that was my parent's money as well as a need to establish my own connections.
Passing a window, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Deep yellow eyes, pitch black hair, pale skin, good bone structure, a perfect mix of my parent's features.
Both had come from old wealthy families, which meant a lot of beautiful people had married into their family line at some point. After all, if you're rich you tend to want the best, be it cars, properties, or spouses. Naturally, that tended to result in good genetics.
Tearing myself away I noticed that I was actually standing outside of a bakery.
Recalling the date, I almost chuckled in amusement.
Walking inside I made my way straight to the counter where a variety of finished cakes were behind a display case.
After looking through the choices I decided one that was covered in pink frosting and topped with whole strawberries.
"I'll take this one," I told the woman behind the counter, already reaching into my wallet.
"Do you want me to write a message on it?" the employee asked.
After thinking about it I said, "Sure."
Walking out of the store with my purchase I continued my walk which ultimately led me to the local park.
Taking a seat on an empty bench I retrieved a fork from my inventory and opened the parcel.
"Happy anniversary," I muttered before taking a bite from the cake.
It was too sweet for my liking, but just the sort of thing my mother loved.
I might be many things, a sociopath, a liar, a murder, a darn right bastard, but the one thing I wasn't was ungrateful.
I knew very well that everything I was today was thanks to them. They raised me with all the care and love in the world, shower me with everything I might ever want, supported me in any decision I took, yet no matter how much they loved me I was incapable of loving them back. And rather than feel guilty of that fact, I was filled with a sense of pity.
Still for the people that had raised me to the best of their abilities, I too tried my best to meet their expectations, not out of love but duty as their son.
Just thinking how filled with grief they must have felt after my death caused a blow to my pride, feeling as I as if I had failed to live up to the image I had crafted as the perfect son. Perhaps they would get over it after a couple of years, though I doubted it.
'A shame too, I was so close to granting them their wish of me getting married. I know mother would have been ecstatic about that,' I thought with a hint of humor as I took another bite. I was going to propose to my girlfriend right after the concert.
Hannah Evergreen, the only woman who made my heart skip, if only once.
That being said our union wouldn't be out of love but rather convenience. Truthfully neither one of could say we loved each other but the benefits of joining our two families were too good to pass up.
She was cool headed, calculative, beautiful, with a respectable pedigree and merciless to anyone that crossed her, including family. She had gained ownership of her family's fortune and business after an underhanded political maneuver that frankly continued to impress me to this day. Seeing as I didn't wish to take part in my own family business, I figured she would make the ideal partner.
But there was also another reason why I chose her. She was one of the few people that had clearly seen through my facade and come to accepted me. Rather than lovers I would be more inclined to call her a friend, though all the sex we had begged to disagree.
'If she's as smart as I think she was, she should have already made contingency plans in case of my death. No doubt she already located the bank where I kept my frozen sperm and is plotting to get a hold of them.'
To clarify, I had gotten a vasectomy straight out of high school but left a few samples in case my parents ever wanted grandkids. Though I wonder if that was still an option with the current me or would [Gamer's Body] just heal the damage? Hmm, things to ponder later.
Still I wished her the best.
"To you my friend," I cheered as I raised my fork to the sky.
Just then the magical mirror in my pocket vibrate.
Checking to see who was trying to call me I saw it was Daphne.
Come to think about it, I suppose one of the reasons why I helped Daphne out so much was because she reminded me of a younger, more innocent, less sadistic version of Hannah.
Smirking, I accepted the call and was greeted with an all to familiar face, "Hey Princess, I was just thinking about you."
(Factory)
I gave an appreciative whistle at the damage done to my mobster dolls. Jack, my oldest living doll, was missing half its head and 70 percent of its body.
I looked over at Jinx who was busy cleaning herself, "So what happened?"
She gave feline like stretch as she settled down on top of my desk, "Well, everything was going fine at first. We arrived at the usual warehouse, whatshisface, Gerald something, was already there waiting for us with the money. Jack had motioned his henchmen to bring out the latest shipment of Alice when suddenly there was a shout from outside and bullets started to rain down on everyone inside. The humans didn't stand a chance as their weak bodies were torn apart… though our guys didn't fare any better. After that, some guys entered the warehouse and began to look around."
Hmm, no doubt it was rival gang, but which one?
"I took the dolls while they weren't looking and placed a tracker on the drugs before I left," she added going back to cleaning herself.
"Good work, we'll be able to find out exactly who they are and more importantly how they found out about us," I said while making some quick calculations. I would have to find a replacement for Gerald as soon as possible, the meeting with the other crime families was approaching fact.
As for Jack, well it would soon become an outdated model so there was no real loss there.
Just as I was thinking that Hermes appeared as silent as a shadow.
"Good your back, I take it you got the rest of the ingredients. If so, we can start making the doll as soon as possible."
"Yeah I got it all here," he said flapping his wings causing several wrapped parcels to fall out. He then glanced at the table mess behind me and asked, "What happened to Jack?"
"Dead, you can mourn his loss later," I said collecting the packages and walking out the door to the office.
[Doll Creation] and necromancy were surprisingly similar, the only real difference was the type of material being used and the process to make them. With that in mind, I was able to come up with a way to modify an already existing recipe to better suit my needs.
Down on the ground floor I had already set up a pentagram as depicted in the necromancer recipe book. At the center of the magic circle was a skeleton surrounded by black candles.
Extending a hand, I willed myself to tap into a different source of power that was not entirely my own. Almost immediately I felt a chill as if I had just had a bucket of ice water dumbed over my head. My breath grew frosty as a black aura seemed to cling to my skin.
[You have successfully connected to the Dark Dimension.]
[Warning: Staying in this state for longer than 5 minutes permanently decreases VIT by 1.]
With that reminder I ignored my earlier discomfort and got right back to the ritual.
Placing a hand on the skeleton, I injected it with demonic energy. The pearly white bones began to turn the color of charcoal the more I fed it until it was pitch black.
Stepping back, I took out the rest of the ingredients and laid them around the skeleton.
"10 magic stones, 50 soul stones, 500 grams of crushed gemstones, cremated ashes of regretful man, 10 powdered dragon scales…"
Once the last of the ingredients was added I placed my hands at the edge of the circle and called out my spell.
"Doll Creation."
The circle glowed with blue arcane power as I watched the ingredients melt and mix to form a black ink like substance. The ink twisted and grew until it had the basic body shape of a human being.
I could feel a connection form between us, as it waited for a command.
But I wasn't finished as I cast [Create Artificial Spirit]. Magic stones supplied the rest of the MP needed.
I felt the connection change immediately.
[Liquid Metal Golem has joined your party.]
"Observe."
Liquid Metal Golem
Level 1
HP: 1250/1250
MP: 250/250
STR: 100
DEX: 20
VIT: 125
INT: 25
Skills:
Elemental Resistance (Passive)
Immunity to Weak Physical Attacks
Immunity to Weak Magical Attacks
Auto Recovery (Passive)
Magic Attack (Passive)
Physical Transformation (Passive)
"Hey, doesn't this thing look like that one robot from that film we watched last week," Jinx suddenly commented as she leaped to the ground floor.
She was talking about the T-1000 from the Terminator 2.
I nodded, "Yes, that's actually where I got the inspiration from."
Sure, it wasn't as impressive as the bone dragon or zombie giant described in the necromancy book but that was fine. What I needed were troops on the streets to mark my presence and spread my influence. These golems would be perfect for infiltrating society with their shapeshifting abilities.
With a mental command I made the metal golem assume the shape of my regular mob dolls.
A pistol appeared in my hand in a flash of light. I emptied the entire clip into its chest and watched with satisfaction as the bullet were spit out one by one without any damage.
Next, I tested its attack power. Calling over a normal doll I order the golem to attack it. Its hands transformed into long sharp claws that bisected the wooden mannequin into pieces with ease. Then it sent out red laser from its hand that incinerated it.
The attack speed was slower than I would have liked but overall, it was not bad. The cost to make one only took 7,000 dollars and a few minutes of my time.
The sooner I finished taking over London, the sooner I could start to make my move in the magical world.
A/N: Thanks for reading.
I'll be posting the list of skills later in the week but for now a quick overview of the new skills he got.
Poison Resistance: lessens the effects of poisons.
Medium Mana: magic attacks are more powerful
Magic Regeneration: Doubles magic regeneration
Parallel Though: can split his mind to do two things at once.
Intuition: Can predict the future, Sherlock Holmes style.
Magic Skin: Can absorb a portion of magic attacks
Lucky Find: Chance to receive better loot.
Ahem, so yeah.
And yes, it is that Hannah from BB (Black Butler), I really couldn't picture him with anyone else.
I'll reveal the results from his ancestry test next chapter, promise. Spoiler: its four creatures. He planned for three. Giant is one of them.
Well until next time, stay safe.