Here I was, in an empty Colosseum with Mu, Titus, and Marga. Mu crossed his arms with a smile on his face.

"Frank, you are truly a strong warrior, but if you want to be stronger, you're going to have to learn how to use your Djinn, and I can help you with that because..."

He grasped the handle of his sheathed blade and slowly unveiled the sword. I was surprised that Mu himself was a Metal Vessel User. The base of his sword had the same magic circle as mine. Wonder what kind of Djinn he has.

"I too am a King Vessel." he proudly announced.

Mu closed his eyes and did a fencing salute with his blade. He chanted a strange incantation.

"Spirit of Hunting and Nobility, in the name of my Magoi, and my will to grant me greater power, I order you and your members."

His eyes opened with a serious stare, yet retaining his smile, giving him the impression of a battle hungry warrior.

"Come forth, Barbatos!"

His sword was engulfed with a bright light, transforming the sword into a trident-like spear; the middle blade being the longest. He pointed at me with his spear.

"You must allow your Djinn's power to become one with you. Basically fuse your Djinn's power with yourself."

Mu nodded and his trident reverted into a sword. He sheathed it in his scabbard again. I wonder why?

"That's the ultimate goal of Djinn utilization, the Full Body Djinn Equip,"

I held my pair of scissors with one hand and looked at it. Mu laughed.

"But a Full body Djinn Equip will take a long time to master, instead, you should learn how to use a Djinn Weapon Equip, like how I did with my sword,"

I grasped my scissors tightly and gritted my teeth, expecting results. Nothing. No flash, no anything. I have no idea what Mu means by "allowing your Djinn's power to become one with you". I don't even know how to activate this power.

"What's wrong, Franklin?" Mu asked out of concern.

"I don't get what you mean about the power of the Djinn becoming one with me," I said in frustration.

Mu glared at me, as his smile dissipated into a frown. He transformed his sword into a trident and charged at me with surprising speed. He didn't lunge at me with his spear, but he used his extreme speed to punch me. Surprisingly, it hurt like a real fist despite my undead body. The force of the punch was so strong, I instantly found myself in a crater on the Colosseum's wall. Mu was now serious. I started to grasp my scissor tightly. Nothing was coming out. How do I activate my Djinn's power?!

Orobas, how?! I thought to myself.

When I got out, Mu was already behind me. He grappled my head with his free hand and started to smash my body into the ground repetitively. It didn't hurt as much, but it progressively hurt more.

I just realized something. It may or may not be true but is the Metal Vessel based upon willpower? If it is then, is Mu's willpower focused on getting me to awaken my power?

"Why do you not fight back Franklin? Do you not have the willpower to fight?"

When I fought Marxus, I fought for the sake of survival and getting this over with. But I'm guessing the real question is, what am I going to use this power to fight for? Do I have a resolve?

Third Person View of Marga and Titus

Marga had a troubled look. She was clearly concerned for Franklin's well being.

"Titus, why isn't Frank fighting back?" she questioned. Titus retained a serious look.

"He's questioning himself why he fights. He can't use the Metal Vessel right if he doesn't have willpower."

Frank, though a zombie, was actually slowly suffering from Mu's constant head smashing.

Titus was told of the Dark Metal Vessel by Aladdin. He has noticed that both the normal Metal Vessel and the Dark ones have different approaches to activate their power. Like the Black Rukh, made to defy destiny, the Dark Vessel requires the person to give up their destiny through suicide via the Metal Vessel. The White Rukh love those who pursue their destiny or the truth. The Metal Vessel is activated through willpower, to not give up and forge onward to their destiny.

Inside Franklin's head.

"You have no fighting spirit," the voice of my dad said.

"Get a life!"

Numerous voices of commands filled my head. It was because of fear. A fear of my power taking over me. A fear of changing. A fear of disobedience. I can't fight without someone by my side. I'm too weak to have a Dji-.

A slap. It was Orobas again. He was glaring at me.

He looked around and saw a series of memories. Memories of scolding, commanding, self-pity. I saw no good memories. I was never a big hero, nor a star athlete. Of all people, why did Orobas, an all powerful Djinn choose me?

"You're hopeless aren't you, Frank? Remember what I told you this early morning?"

With a whiff of his hand, the dark memories shattered. New pictures emerged. It was me with a mysterious hooded figure in a cave full of skeletons, with a dragon humanoid fighting me. The next image after was a me standing victoriously over the dragon?! Could that hooded figure be that shady lady I met who told me about the treasure underneath a basement?

"During your adventure in my dungeon, you fought with a mysterious hooded girl. Despite your weakness, you still chose to pursue the treasure and you still gained my power."

Orobas put both hands on my shoulders.

"But the thie-"

"Even if they killed you, I still chose you. It wasn't a survival of the fittest, it was who was worthy to be king. A king who cheated his way to the throne doesn't deserve to be king."

I was silenced by his interruption.

"If you let more bad memories sink into you and let them define who you are, you are nothing more than a Dark Vessel."

The Djinn of Pursuit and Knowledge sure is smart and persistent.

"Franklin, don't kill yourself just because of mistakes. Your mind always told you that, but did your heart really believe it?"

I shook my head. Another slap.

"This isn't the end, your not alone. While you are alone physically, I'm here, your Djinn, your servant," he grabbed my arm and stared at me with a confident smile.

"Your friend,"

A field of luscious grass and flowers appeared on my feet. Orobas spread his arms out, presenting the beauty of positivity. The skies were crystal blue, a beauty worthy of marveling. I smiled at the beauty of the bright side.

"Now get up!"

I opened my eyes. The constant sight of the ground coming toward me and away from me started to get annoying. I grabbed Mu's muscular arm with my legs and pushed my body backward as if I was doing a front flip. My zombie strength equaled Mu's Fanalis strength, as it was enough to lift him without too much struggle (I can't really feel struggle). His back slammed into the ground, and I was on top. Mu smiled confidently from my reversal and whipped my body away from my arm. This time, I braked my knock back with my feet, saving me from my crash into the wall. This time I clenched my scissors tightly.

"Spirit of Pursuit and Knowledge," a surge of black lightning consumed my arm. I think Mu just stood there, smiling.

"In the name of my Magoi, and my will to grant me greater power,"

The lightning started to explode outward. He said to converge my power into my weapon. I closed my eyes and channeled this alien power into my scissors. It wasn't enough. I was slowly getting exhausted from focusing power on my scissors.

"I order you and your members. Come Orobas!"

Black lightning danced around me. Crap, it's exploding outward. The Colosseum's walls and pillars were getting hit by the lightning. Marga and Titus were shielded by a yellow barrier. If I don't want to destroy this area, then I have to compress my lightning into the weapon. But how come it's not working?

Become one with your Djinn.

Does this mean I have to allow it to fuse with me. In that case, I don't care if it electrifies my arms. I can't feel it anyway, but for some reason, it felt like it doesn't intend to harm me. I realize why. It's my Djinn's power. It doesn't want to completely consume me, but bond with me. I have to allow it to fuse with whatever my "Magoi" is.

Stop, you're getting reckless.

"John?" I said quietly. I fell on my knees. The lightning fizzed out. All that inspiration, stopped by my brother, John's voice. I can't move.

Mu, Titus, and Marga ran to my kneeling body. Titus examined my immobile body. All three had concerned looks to my plight.

"Franklin, your magoi is nearly depleted," Mu commented.

"Perhaps the Magoi itself is fueling him to keep his body moving." Titus commented.

I saw him turn to Mu. His voice was serious.

"He truly is living dead."

Mu's eyes widened from Titus's discovery.

"Living dead?" Mu said, "No wonder why he was able to sustain massive injury."

"But if he's a living dead, how was he able to recover his bones from his match with Marxus?" Marga asked.

That was a good question indeed. Could it be this "Magoi" that regenerates it?

"Maybe his Magoi is constantly leeched by some sort of Life Magic, which keeps him living. Franklin's lack of Magoi control has left him in Rigor Mortis."

"Rigor Mortis?" Marga said curiously.

"It's when the corpse's limbs become stiff, making them hard to move,"

Spoken like a true scientist, Titus. Being a magician of creation must mean he has a vast knowledge of various subjects. Titus looked at Mu and they both nodded. The half-blooded Fanalis carried my stiff body and rest it on my shoulder. The only thing I could see was the moving ground. I really hope Titus is trying to help me.

"Don't worry Franklin, we'll bring you to a professional,"

Incantations seeped out of Reim's Magi. I want to turn my head to look, but all I can see is the ground. A light shone to where Mu was facing (which was behind me). For some reason, the ground slowly shifted from sands to a marble floor. I think I might be in Titus's palace. The burly pink-haired man placed me on a bed with my knees on it.

Everything was fancy and rich. The room was white and shiny with red banners displaying the Reim Empire's emblem: A laurel. I saw a red throne, possibly where Titus sat. Many guards were beside the throne and they started to question my presence. Titus approached the guards.

"High Priest, why do you bring a gladiator to your chambers?" one of the soldiers asked.

"He's in need of serious medical attention," Titus replied,"Bring Sphintus and the Carmen Family to my chambers, tell them we have a serious medical case,"

With a salute, the guard ran across the hallway. Titus approached me and crouched down to my level. He looked at me with a smile; a smile that promises hope.

"Don't worry Franklin, Sphintus and his family are experts in life magic. I'm sure you'll be fine."

I wished I could smile back, but my mouth is stuck in a miserable frown. Inside, hope and faith is all I have. After a few minutes later, a group of dark skinned people came in. They were dressed in Egyptian style clothing and each one had a snake snuggling on their necks as if they were accessories. I think Sphintus was the young one with a hairband. He smoked a cigarette with a cocky, delinquent look. He walked to me and crouched to my level. He playfully waved his arms in front of my eyes to test my conscience, resulting in a staff whacking his head. Titus was the culprit.

"Hey! Hey!" Sphintus complained.

Sphintus scanned around my body for a few minutes and finally concluded his analysis.

"Franklin is truly a living dead, brought to life by a special Life Magic that is hard for even me alone to accomplish me," Sphintus said sternly.

"How do are you able to heal him?" Marga asked the Egyptian.

Sphintus spat out his cigarette and held it with his left hand.

"Remember how the magicians of Magnostadt helped you to live longer?" Sphintus asked the little girl. Her response was a nod.

"As you can see, Franklin has a surprising amount of Magoi, and the special Life Magic that keeps him alive slowly saps his Magoi to give Franklin control of his body. He aimlessly utilized his own Magoi to heal his injuries and attempt to do the Djinn Equip, making him possibly immortal if he has the sufficient Magoi. This strange Life Magic is focused on only giving him control over his body despite failing body systems at the cost of Magoi."

"How can he keep his Magoi sustained?" Titus asked Sphintus. The dark-skinned teen smiled with confidence.

"We don't know how to rid of the Life Magic that saps his Magoi. The only way to keep him sustained is if we transfer our Magoi to keep him alive for a few days,"

With that, the Carmen Family started to channel magical power. A magic circle was formed underneath me and I was engulfed by its light. I felt a surge of power flowing through me. I started to regain my ability to move as I slowly stood up. While the Carmen family were closing their eyes and focusing on their Magoi transfer, Titus, Marga, and Mu were happy for my well-being. My frown instantly shaped up into a grin as I felt my Magoi (whatever it is) recuperate. I feel like I'm on top of the world. The light dissipated, hearing the panting of the Carmen family. They used up a good amount of their Magoi to bring back my own Magoi. So, how do I keep sustain my own Magoi now? Suddenly, I started to feel sleepy and I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up inside a different room, but I was greeted by a different group. I saw the same warrior lady who I fought just to get into the training grounds. She was crouching? I turned my head left and discovered that I was lying on my chest. There were various needles puncturing various points on my back, which I didn't feel. I looked forward and saw Shambal, staring at me while in a thinking pose.

"Welcome, Franklin, I am Master Shambal, you were asleep while the Carmen Family checked up on you,"

Checked up? I hope they found a way to slow down this Life Magic. I really want to find a way to sustain this "Magoi" so I don't have to be involved in frequent meetings with magicians just to heal my Magoi. If this Magoi is some sort of life force based on your physical condition, then self sustaining activities such as eating or sleeping wouldn't work.

"The Carmen Family realized if they released what they called the "Life Parasite", you'd be nothing more than an actual corpse. But with that parasite, you're able to gain the abilities of what you call a "zombie". Your durability is something you could figure out yourself, but your enhanced strength came from the fact you're muscle contraction ratio has been lowered. They've also discovered that the Parasite also preserves your body as if it's a real one, thus letting you keep your youthful look."

So much science. But this science is so interesting. I'm guessing this is how Zombies could destroy doors and dig out from their graves quickly.

"You remind me of a certain man I trained a year ago," he said calmly.

"Who is this man you speak of?" I asked the old guy.

He walked toward me and sat down on a stool nearby. He looked at me with a gentle expression.

"A young man named Alibaba Saluja," he said with a smile.

Alibaba? Didn't he lead like 40 thieves or something? Let me guess, there's an Aladdin and Jasmine in this world? There might be, considering the existence of Djinn.

"You two have a similar plight. For you too have not another kind of Magoi, but two more types Magoi inside of you,"

"What? How is that a problem?"

"There must only be one type of Magoi in your body, because if all the Magoi don't agree with each other, your body will be destroyed."

I raised my brow.

"Is Magoi suppose to be your soul?"

Shambal shook his head, answering my question.

"Rukh causes all of the natural occurrences in the world such as storms, fire, and lightning. The power they produce is known as Magoi, which is pure power,"

I see, though I still found the concept pretty confusing. It's kind of like I have to use skills at the cost of HP.

"How you got into Rigor Mortis was when your other kind of Magoi conflicted with your Magoi, thus causing the Magoi in your body to nearly shut down, leaving you in Rigor Mortis."

"Nearly?"

"Though your other Magoi didn't agree with yours, it also tried to keep you alive as well when your body nearly shut down. Such a hypocritical Magoi you have."

After the needles were removed from my back, Shambal gave me two square shaped gems he received from Titus. He told me to put it on my arm before my next gladiator match.

"So, what do these do?" I asked.

"These are special stones made and modified by a famous magician, Yamraiha."

Sounds Japanese. Are the Japanese involved in this world?

"Because of your Parasite and the possibility of your other Magoi rejecting you Magoi, this will help suppress your Life Magic's constant Magoi consumption for a bit. You will regain a bit of your humanity, allowing you to replenish Magoi through food consumption and rest."

"Sweet."

"But be warned," he had a serious look on his face that I should really take seriously, "Some of your humanity will return, reducing your undead strength and durability. You can't regenerate your limbs like last time and you were lucky enough to be allowed to regenerate it due to Titus's interest in your "zombie" body."

My eyes widened. I was too reliant on my super powers. I had no real skill. What am I suppose to do?

Now I'm here, on the sands of the Colosseum. The amber colored sands would soon be painted with sanguine. As always, my Metal Vessel was confiscated, but out of my surprise, I aimlessly decided to take a pair of knuckles or cestuses. If my Magoi already fused with Ben's Magoi and John or Johan's Magoi is inside me, is it possible Theo killed them? I'm not so sure. But if he did, then I swear I will stop Theo from his power abuse. I must grow powerful so that my world will not be under Theo's wrongdoing. To get strong, then I have to challenge anything that will obstruct or threaten me.

Kicking open the gates, I was surprised my next opponent awaited me. An 8 meter elephant man with black eyes. He had no clothing nor armor on, and thank goodness he has no genitalia.

"Scum!" It simply said, angrily.

No time to grovel in fear. I just had to face him with what I have. Clenching both of my fists and raising them up to the same level as my forehead. The crowd screamed wildly from my utilization of knuckles. They were expecting me to win, expecting me to just recover every time. This time, I had to not disappoint, I had to prove them how strong I am.

A/N: I don't know why, but I still continue to write this story despite the lack of reviews. I want to know what you truly think of this story. Is it because of the fact its an OC centered story? Also I promise you, this isn't an OC ship with another character, because I kind of suck with romance.

If you went to the Magi Wiki and saw the character stats of the characters. I'd like to show you Franklin's stats (as a Zombie).

Quantity of Magoi: 3.5/5
Fighting Ability: 3.5/5
Physical Strength: 4.5/5
Technique: 2.5/5
Leadership Ability: 2/5
Wisdom: 3.5/5

Reasons and some background info:

Due to his Magoi and his brother, Benjamin's Magoi being fused, his Magoi quantity increased. While lacking in real fighting discipline makes up in his own style of hit-and-run styled attacks. Due to being a zombie, his muscle contraction limiters were completely shut down, increasing his strength to above-average levels. Smart, yet easily forgetful, but in action, his resolve seems to completely negate his forgetfulness, possibly from diligence in combat. Anti-Social, yet a man who has some knowledge of how people feel has earned him 2/5 in leadership.

Franklin is not perfect. He's anti-social, dependent on his powers, and has a lack of extracurricular training. He's NOT a Gary Stu. He's just a normal being who happened to have conquered a dungeon through the help of a mysterious lady. He's not a super nerd just because he's anti-social. It's because of his anti-social tendencies that prevents him from changing. What truly defines him is his hypocrisy. He has always told his family what to do, yet he just doesn't follow his own command.

Due to many of his years spent on observation in video games, he's calculating, sometimes patient, and strong willed. Despite his anti-social background, he's moral and chivalrous from years of gameplay. He's polite, modest, and always tries to keep peace. He's sometimes rational, and hates irrational matters such as destroying the world.

Despite his hatred of irrationality, he himself is sometimes irrational, due to hypocrisy. During arguments between him and his family members, he sometimes exaggerates or overreacts. This irrationality, stemmed by his horrid memories and attempt to escape from them can cause troubles for him or even others in the future, especially when he has a Djinn.

Please R&R and don't be afraid to give me honest reviews.