Chapter 12: Step Two… The pervs
Good morn… there's someone in my bed… I don't have a daughter in this world.
"Kaija… is that you." The mass shifted as I looked down only to be met with glowing red eyes and a mop of black hair. I can't exactly say it's warm but I do find her presence comforting. "Do you even sleep?" The tired nod of her head was humorous. "So… what's with your new… outfit?"
"Do you find it unpleasant?" She asked cutely finger to chin and all. How fucking dare she take advantage of her superior charisma right now… fuck I hope no one asks me for help I probably can't say no.
"Most certainly not." my words left my mouth with little interference from my brain. I need to regain control of the situation. "But as lovely as cuddle time with my favorite vampire is, I've school to attend to." This earned me a pout from the overly affectionate vampire. With great difficulty, I separated myself from the very comfy bed, disentangling from the often overly affectionate vampire. I work through my morning business work-out, cleaning, dressing, eating, and so on.
Today went about as well as yesterday, I'm still somewhat impressed that I've managed to gain a tail this quickly that little kittens followed me just about everywhere but the bathroom and into my house. But anyway I work my way through the throng of students leaving.
*Ping*
School day completed.
(+2 Wis/Int/End/Dex)
'Might as well sprinkle some points in while I'm at it.'
Name: William Morgan
Race: Human
Level: 2 (25% 45%)
HP: 450 470
MP: 500 790
STR: 30
END: 15 17
DEX: 25 27
INT: 25 52
WIS: 25 27
CHA: 5 55
LCK: 60
Points: 25 10
Necromancy: [Grimoires [The Liber Mortis 21/21, The Kroveri Hæma 12/21, The Liber Animas 16/21, The Promæn Caro 21/21, and The Reunu Pertemru 16/16] 86/100] {Slots: 0/15}
Reviling in my accomplishments I can only feel my good mood robbed from me as I see a certain trio slip off of the path in the direction of the kendo club. Great idiots… well I was bound to make an enemy of them eventually. All with the prerequisites find the female appealing doubly so for a harem anime universe. Seriously the lowest I've seen is a seven and that was being cruel. So letting them get nice and distracted I slowly crept up on them. Better make sure I can win if a fight breaks out.
Issei Hyoudou
Lvl: 15
HP: 450/450
MP: locked
Matsuda (The bald one)
Lvl: 10
HP: 250/250
MP: locked
Motohama (the one with the glasses)
Lvl: 12
HP: 180/180
MP: 10/10
Huh… not even worth last names. It looks like Motohama has some mana weird no way his WIS and INT are that low. Maybe he has negative wisdom… it would make sense if that was a trait shared by all three of them. Either way after making sure they weren't going anywhere I decided to sneak around to the front and stroll calmly into the dojo. Just my luck the vice captains are standing guard… not so my luck they seem to be the swing first questions never type. So… this is gonna hurt.
"Wait I-" *whack*
-5 HP
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HP: 430/470
Before another blow can land, I barely grab the end of Katase's shinai dragging her off balance using it to block Murayama's incoming strike. Using her shock to my advantage, I hold onto her weapon as well. I fix both in place with a glare. Holy shit… forty health between the two of them… fuck, this hurts.
"Now then…" I groan out rather pathetically. "I would like to tell you what I came here to… Without having my bones broken. So can we be adults?" I'm fixed with some rather impressive glares for mortals. But in the end, I get a grudging nod from Katase. "Lovely… Now what I was trying to inform you of before you assaulted me was the only presence of three rather unsavory figures I saw crouching behind this building." The looks on their faces quickly switch from angry to confused to furious in quick succession. Katase stomped into the changing-room, and soon after, a rather poorly dressed mob raced past me in search of idiot blood. I leisurely follow them to enjoy the idiot trio's suffering, obviously. Seven minutes and Issei as his "brothers in arms" had left him to die being beaten within an inch of his life later, all he can do is look up at my chuckling form in a mixture of horror and hatred. Good idiot, let the hate flow through you. Attempt to attack me outside of school… it's only fair after all. After he had run off, I was about to head off myself. My shoulder was grabbed. Turning, I found Murayama with a questioning look.
"Why did you help us?" Wow, she must have a really low opinion of guys.
"Appreciating the female form is all well and good. But seeing those three idiots ruining it for the rest of us bugs me. Anyone with a hint of nobility in their heart would have done the same. Enjoy your practice." With that I shrug of her hand and cool-walk away.
Group: Kendo Club
[Affection: 35%] For your noble ideals.
Group: Kuoh Student Body
[Affection: 50%] For your actions against the Pervert Trio and you noble ideals.
Title Earned: Tragic Prince
(Due to your tragic backstory and noble stance you've been granted the title of Tragic Prince. Your relationship debuff no longer affects Kuoh staff and students.)
Class Opinion:
40-48%
Group: Pervert Trio
[Hated] You're permanently just another pretty boy bastard to them.
'While I have you calculating how does sacrifice affect mana?'
*Power Scale*
1 mp = 1 mp
1 mt = 2 mp
1 hp = 3 mp
1 ht = 10 mp
mp = mana point
mt = mana total
hp = health point
ht = health total
mt and ht require twelve hours to recover.
'So if I convert all but one point of health into mana?'
HP: 1/(1/470)
MP: 8467/(0/790)
Submit sacrifice? Y/N
'No thanks. Is that enough to remove a sacred gear without killing someone?'
*No, that would cost at least 10,000 mp. You could however safely un-soul-bind an artifact safely with 6,000 mp.*
Right… time to train [ID: Create] ya know for training purposes. Finding my way home I inform Kaija to tell anyone that comes looking for me that I'm busy today. Finding a nice corner in my room I sit down and start training my [Observe] and [ID: Create].
*Three hours later*
Skills:
Observe: (lvl 46/100)Gives you an intermediate readout of your target and how they presently feel about you.
Crafting/Enchanting: (lvl 1/100) Assembling objects from gathered resources from campfires to starfighters (With the necessary schematics/Research of course.)
Necromancy: [Grimoires [The Liber Mortis 21/21, The Kroveri Hæma 12/21, The Liber Animas 16/21, The Promæn Caro 21/21, and The Reunu Pertemru 16/16] 86/100] {Slots: 0/15}
Create/Exit Instant Dungeon (57/100): Create and exit custom IDs. Levels dictate the size and quality of ID/enemies. (Dungeons: Cursed Sands/Goblin Realm/Hot Gates/Empty| Time Dilation: 0 to 1 min = 1 day)
Good. [ID Create|Cursed Sands| 1min=1day]
As soon as I finish the spell I feel like I'm being sucked into a straw before I find myself laying face first in a desert.
"Ahh, reminds me of home." I go through a few stretches before making my way towards the fuck-massive pyramid in the distance using sand sensing for the first time in forever I feel several bipedal creatures moving towards me.
A few minutes of walking later and I find myself facing around a dozen skeletons bearing Egyptian weapons wearing the remains of tattered linen wraps and clothing. Alrighty then. Summoning my grimoire, I will quickly transform it into its Liber Mortis form. Leafing through the available summons, I find what I'm looking for. [Summon: Death Knight] quickly casting it five times, the hulking armored forms of my new Death Knights appear around me. They kneel before me.
"We come from beyond the veil to serve my master." Ahh, this must be the difference between lesser and greater undead.
"Rise and at arms, my knights! Protect your master." As one, the five stand and turn, drawing bastard swords with fluid ease. Even at my level as they are, they're heavily built towards combat as they fall upon the brittle skeletons with brutal efficiency.
*Ping*
You've gained two levels. 10 points and raise six stats by 5.
'Alright, let's allot some stats and bank the points'
Name: William Morgan
Race: Human
Level: 4 (97%)
HP: 470 670
MP: 790
STR: 30
END: 17 37
DEX: 27
INT: 52
WIS: 27
CHA: 55 65
LCK: 60
Points: 10
I now have three stats that far outstrip human capability. All these extra points I've been picking up without leveling at all are starting to add up.
The way this dungeon seems to work is the closer I get to the pyramid; the more significant the groups of mobs become so far; I've seen dozens of skeletons and several lesser mummies. For tactical personal nerd reasons, I've added four more Death Knights, rounding me out to nine. The other six went into sixty skeletons of my own, only this time they're styled after medieval European men-at-arms.
Necromancy: [Grimoires [The Liber Mortis 21/21, The Kroveri Hæma 12/21, The Liber Animas 16/21, The Promæn Caro 21/21, and The Reunu Pertemru 16/16] 86/100] {Slots:15/15}
9x Death Knights
60x Skeletons
Hmm, I still have those spare free item to grab.
{Shop}
(1 redeemable free item)
Skills:
[Random Skill] 2p
[Specific Skill] 4p
[Level Skill] 1p to 1 level
Stats:
[+5 Select Stat] 1p
[+10 Random Stat] 1p
Spells:
[Random Spell] 2p
[Select Spell] 4p
[Random Grimoire] 12p
[Select Grimoire] 14p
Companions:
[Select Companion] 8p
[Random (select universe) companion] 6p
[Random Companion] 4p
'Hey, Aris?'
*Yes?*
'Can I spend my redeemable Free Item chip on an equipment set?'
*I don't see why not. What were you thinking?*
'Talion's Ring Wraith set from SoW?'
*I can't give you the ring and, by extension, the wraith hammer, but everything else is fine. Approved.*
As soon as she says that, I feel a weight settle over my body as my everyday clothes are moved into my inventory to be replaced with the wicked looking set of armor. Pulling the hood up and checking the sheaths on my back, finding the sword and dagger I was looking for, I draw both and test their weight in my hands. Once that's done, I continue the match on the pyramid looking every bit the evil necromancer now. When we come upon the base of the structure, I'm met with a shocking sight. Ushabti and a Tomb-King that explains the size of the pyramid… this is Nehekhara. The Tomb-King is luckily dismounted but his presence is still intimidating, though somewhat undermined by the presence of the dozen living statues about a man and a half in size backed then by what looks like one hundred Nehekharan warriors. The Tomb-King steps forward.
"You have done well to make it this far foolish necromancer; and for that I will give you this one chance to withdraw and keep your life and paltry forces intact."
Oh fuck that!
Name: William Morgan
Race: Human
Level: 6 (22%)
HP: 870
MP: 790 1290
STR: 40
END: 47
DEX: 27
INT: 52 72
WIS: 27 57
CHA: 70
LCK: 65
Points: 10 0
Necromancy: [Grimoires [The Liber Mortis 21/21, The Kroveri Hæma 12/21, The Liber Animas 16/21, The Promæn Caro 21/21, and The Reunu Pertemru 16/16] 86/100] {Slots:25/25}
4x Lesser Lich
{Lesser Lich Arrik
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)
Lesser Lich Filrakk
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)
Lesser Lich Arnak
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)
Lesser Liches Safroth
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)}
2x Zombie Giants
9x Death Knights
100x Skeletons
After confirming my changes to my summon roster I called on my four new lesser liches. Their semi-rotten forms appear standing around me. Though decayed in flesh their clad in pristine robes armed with intimidating iron staves topped in a conical sconce burning with baleful green fire that matches my eyes.
"Summon your cohorts… we shall show this dusty tyrant what a paltry force we have."
At my command the Liches raised their hands gathering a small amount of their fire whispering into it and casting it behind them. Suddenly the flames grew into massive portals and out marched four sections of two-hundred strong skeletons joined my force. I raised my hand similarly but without a need for a stave a brilliant green fire burst to life in my hand splitting into two as I directed it to the rear of my now intimidating battle line. The fires transformed into two large disks parallel to the ground rising slowly revealing the rotting form of to undead giants. I speak using my magic to amplify my voice.
"I came here; to negotiate your peaceful surrender! But now I see that there is no need to!" I raise my sword pointing it forward. "Charge! No quarter!" With that my forces surged into a tilted charge. The sound of all nine-hundred and sixteen of our feet pounded against the ground in a deafening thunder. When the battle started I got the Ping of a new skill.
Skill learned: Swordsmanship
Style: Sword and Dagger lvl 1/10
By the time it ended.
Swordsmanship
Style: Sword and Dagger lvl 6/10
Yeah it's been that kind of afternoon. Now my forces have formed a ring around me and the enemy commander he's armed with a spear against me. So far the battle has been parrying the spear with my dagger, slash with the sword. Issue is.
Tomb-King Akan'utef
HP: 846/900
William Morgan
HP: 540/870
The fight's been wearing me down as to him doing nothing but swatting a few skeletons away here and there.
I quickly duck his jab and force it wide with the dagger moving in for the crippling strike with the sword only for him to push forward with the haft of the spear blocking the swing. Not letting that slow me down I lock onto the spear with my dagger arm and move in close, running the ancient king through in the process.
Tomb-King Akan'utef
HP: 782/900
His immediate retaliation was to lash out with a head but.
William Morgan
HP: 520/870
'Twenty fucking damage from a head but!'
Recovering quickly I sweet his legs and using the sword still impaled in him; slam the mummified king into the ground pinning him there. Stabbing him three times with my dagger.
Tomb-King Akan'utef
HP: 722/900
HP: 659/900
HP: 584/900
Moving away for a moment leaving him recovering from the rapid blows. I take up his own spear ramming it through his head, pinning it to the ground.
*Execution*
Before my eyes his body crumbles into dust scattering into the wind. Taking a moment to relax laying on the sand I look at the box that popped up.
*Ping*
You've gained eight more levels.
*Ping*
You've completed your first dungeon.
Rewards:
Title added: Dungeon Delver
Level ups: 2
Points: 10
*Ping*
You've completed the [Cursed Sands] Dungeon
Rewards:
Title: Master of the Sands
Level ups: 5
Points: 25
You've gained fifteen levels, 75 points and 45x +5 stat tokens.
Name: William Morgan
Race: Human
Level: 6 21 (0%)
HP: 870 1070
MP: 1290 2190
STR: 40 50
END: 47 57
DEX: 27 57
INT: 72 112
WIS: 57 107
CHA: 70 150
LCK: 65 70
Points: 0 110 66
'As for point spending I'm going to max out Necromancy finally and max out my new fighting style. Coming out to court four points leaving me with sixty six.
Skills:
Observe: (lvl 46/100)Gives you an intermediate readout of your target and how they presently feel about you.
Crafting/Enchanting: (lvl 1/100) Assembling objects from gathered resources from campfires to starfighters (With the necessary schematics/Research of course.)
Necromancy: [Grimoires [The Liber Mortis 21/21, The Kroveri Hæma 12/21, The Liber Animas 16/21, The Promæn Caro 21/21, and The Reunu Pertemru 16/16] 100/100] {Slots:25/43}
4x Lesser Lich
{Lesser Lich Arrik
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)
Lesser Lich Filrakk
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)
Lesser Lich Arnak
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)
Lesser Lich Safroth
({Slots:20/20}
200x skeletons)}
2x Zombie Giants
9x Death Knights
100x Skeletons
Create/Exit Instant Dungeon (57/100): Create and exit custom IDs. Levels dictate the size and quality of ID/enemies. (Dungeons: Cursed Sands/Goblin Realm/Hot Gates/Empty| Time Dilation: 0 to 1 min = 1 day)
Swordsmanship: You capacity to wield a sword split into various styles.
Style: Sword and Dagger lvl 10/10
Titles:
Tragic Prince: Cancels out all negative relationship penalties with Kuoh staff and students. Adds the hated relationship to all three members of the Pervert Trio.
Dungeon Delver: 20% bonus XP from dungeons
Master of the Sands: All sand base magic has a 50% discount to mana costs. Additionally all other spells from The Reunu Pertemru have a 20% mana discount.
'I'll be able to leave my house without fear in no time.'
Quickly dismissing my army I activate [ID: Escape returning to my room. I happily switch into my sleeping clothes putting my armor in my inventory. I climb into to be greatly anticipating tomorrow.
({[Alright another one bites the… 'dust' heh I slay me. Anyway thanks for y'all patience; and don't for get them comments. Till next time live long and prosper.]})