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"What the hell? Where am I?"
Mallador thought this while carefully examining his surroundings, His flaming purple eyes moved over every detail to his surroundings as he turned slowly.
The Reaper was in a place covered by white mist that, for some reason, he could see through just fine.
Mallador cursed and placed his left hand under his chin. He had a habit of doing that when he was thinking.
It seems I am in some sort of mist infested land. But how can I see through the fog?
"This can't be a new Yggdrasil expansion. I can actually smell. The health department would never allow smell to be inputted in a game."
Ever since a Yggdrasil player died of an allergy by smelling a peanut like fragrance item in the game, the devs were repeatedly flamed by the community and the health department, forcing them to remove the simulation of smell in the game.
In Mallador's home, his room was damp and dusty. He was too busy playing Yggdrasil to clean. Only when he needed to, which was once every month. The Reaper knew too well what his room smelled like, and the new smell in the strange land was not of his home.
Suddenly, Mallador's head started aching as he screamed out in pain and knelt down. Then, a message filled his vision, covering everything else.
Yeah, I'm definitely not in the game anymore.
The Reaper began to read the message before his eyes.
Hello Mallador-san. As a final present from me to celebrate Yggdrasil in its glory days, you get some new gear :) Thanks for playing, Munakata Subaru.
Mallador's smiled inside his mask.
"That bastard really gets me"
The Reaper was very much into collecting cool looking gear or items with overpowered stats, no matter if he couldn't use them, no matter if he couldn't keep them for long. He just craved the feeling of having something solid to reward himself for his hard work. His friends knew that.
Mallador's eyes drifted down to the bottom of the message as he finished reading the words from his friend. Laying eyes on his new items for a first time.
Mirst, Mallador marveled at the items' beauty. It fit his imagery as the Reaper. A crow mask was covered by a purple hood. A torn cape stretched to the thighs. Two shotguns looked forward menacingly with their two purple eyes.
Mallador's eye shined brightly like distant stars. His drool almost came out of his mouth. He was a massive weapon nerd.
"Munakata-san, you have outdone yourself."
Mallador knew that the items were made by Munakata because the Dev was the only one who could make something so full of detail. He was the head of the devs after all.
Then, his eyes widened in shock, and he screamed out in outrage.
"WTF! THAT IS TOO OVERPOWERED! JEEZ!"
The Reaper had received a set of armor and two shotguns. They were possibly the most overpowered items in Yggdrasil.
Reaper's Mask (world item): Forged in the depths of the Shadow Realm, this mask brings death to the living. Gives wearer ability to see through any illusion, camouflage, disguise, fog, etc.
Reaper's Coat (world item): Worn by ancient kings of the Shadow Realm, this coat is imbued with their wisdom. Gives user increased intelligence, completely nullifies all attacks in tier 8 or below to wearer.
Reaper's Pantaloons (world item): Sewn together by the fates of the shadow realm for the worthy. Gives user 40% extra movement speed. Lowers effect time of movement slowing spells and abilities by 75%. Lowers cast time of shadowmancer spells by 100%.
Reaper's Boots (world item): Worn by the best shadowmancers. Gives user more control and power in their shadowmancer spells abilities. User moves faster in the Shadow Realm.
Reaper's Shotguns (world item): Tears through the souls of Physical objects, killing even the divine and unholy. Does damage to every type of enemy. Does not require reload. Players killed can not be resurrected. Anyone hit with the weapon will have -50% speed, attack, and defence for 30 seconds.
Set Bonus: Takes 80% less damage from physical attacks in physical form. 80% less damage from ethereal attacks in Wraith form.
Mallador was still shocked by the stats of his new gear.
"He must have done this because the game was ending. If I were to use this gear against players the devs would never hear the end of it. Geez, and everything is in the world items category. Does that mean I'm immune to world items? That is the most overpowered thing about this gear. Still, I have to watch out for world items like [Susa Ibhola] that can be used on world item users though. But still, I'm op now."
The Reaper then equipped his newfound gear, keeping his old one in his inventory.
"So, I'm in this new world in my in game character, my abilities work. I could receive a message, so I don't see how my abilities would fail. But, how do I use them? There is no console."
In Yggdrasil, players looked for spells in their consoles, but in the new world, the consoles were nonexistent.
Strange. It's almost like I know how to use my abilities by heart. I feel like I used them before. This is really weird.
Then, Mallador notices something strange in his surroundings. The fog was moving slowly. Too slowly. It was almost like everything was in slow motion. Mallador frowned.
What is this? Why is the fog in slow motion?
The Reaper frowned again as he remembered one of his passives. The gunslinger passive was called [Gunsman's Reflexes]. The ability increased the speed of the character and decreased the cast time of certain Gunslinger skills. It wasn't too useful for Mallador, but every bit of speed counted in the game since it could be used to dodge attacks.
However, in the lore, [Gunsman's Reflexes] increased the gunslinger's reflexes, seemingly making everything appear in slow motion.
I might have to turn that ability off. I want to see this world for its real speed.
Mallador suddenly remembered an old superhero he adored in his youth. The flash. He facepalmed, knowing that he had basically become the flash.
"Everything's in slow motion, but my movements should be at normal speed, but in my in game avatar, I can basically achieve super speed with my stats."
So, basically, I'm in a different world, a fog infested wasteland it looks like. I am in the body of my in game avatar along with its abilities and inventory. I have no idea where to go and no idea where I am.
The Reaper then smiled.
This could be interesting.
I have nowhere to go. I have no home, no family, no loved ones, no purpose. Maybe I can find a new family that won't leave somewhere in this new world.
After those thoughts, Mallador began to test his abilities. He started by shooting his new gun. He pulled out one of them from his inventory, holding it in his right hand straight in front of him, aiming it in the smoke in front of him. The Reaper pulled the trigger.
The bullets that came out of the gun were black, wreathed in purple flames. They cleaved through the air, all while the gun made a bang sound. When the bullets cut through the fog, it made a hissing sound and retreated from the Reaper.
Mallador frowned again.
Is that a living organism? Guess I'll use [shadow appraisal] to see if the fog is alive or not.
"[Shadow Appraisal]
The Reaper cast his spell to try to examine if the fog was alive or not. However, the ability seemed to have failed. Mallador began to panic.
" Are you kidding me! WTF! I can't use shadowmancer abilities?!
Mallador love the shadowmancer class. It had pulled him out of several unsatisfactory situations before. He had fond memories of its spells and how cool it made him look.
Suddenly, the ground shook and large chunks of rock flew into the air, staying afloat.
Mallador looked up in shock, his eyes almost as wide as his mouth. He thought and thought why this was happening. Was an enemy attacking? Was the ground alive? At the end he came to a singular conclusion. Mallador remembered the lore behind the shadowmancer class. The abilities were more like the force from star wars than actual spells.
In game, spells made the shadowmancer class easy to use, but apparently everything goes according to lord in this new world. This might be a pain. I don't know how to control this new power. On the bright side, I might be able to use abilities not listed in the shadowmancer spell list.
Alright, I'll try something. Lets see, how about I throw throw one of those floating rocks?
Mallador concentrated on making the rock move at the desired location with the desired speed. He decided to put down the other chunks of rocks since he had no use for them.
The throwing rock suddenly moved forward, so fast that it was almost blurry. It disappeared into the mist, moving faster than a speeding bullet. Mallador let it be, he had no use for the rock. He would, however, check where the rock landed later after he tested his other abilities.
Meanwhile, the other floating rocks slowly descended to the ground, moving to a stop with a crunching sound.
Geez, that rock was fast. I have this much power?
"Hmm, shadowmancer and gunslinger abilities work. Now I just have to see if I can access the shadow realm."
"That place would make transportation much easier, although, I don't know how the waypoints would work though."
Mallador scratched the back of his head with his right hand.
"Guess I'll find out."
Mallador snapped his fingers and was suddenly in the shadow realm. The dimension was normal. The world was the same as before, but with a purplish tinge. He did not notice the massive black structure behind him. Mallador snapped his fingers again and reappeared in the physical realm. He put his hand under his chin and began speaking to himself again.
"Hmm, There is no issue with the shadow dimension, but I don't know how to set waypoints. That is going to be troublesome."
Mallador signed with fatigue. He had another problem to deal with now.
"Anyway, I can't stay here. I'll need to interact with the beings on this world to actually know where I am."
"I'll travel in the shadow dimension to hide from possible enemies. I don't know how powerful I am in this world."
With a snap of his fingers, Mallador was in the shadow realm once more. He decided to summon his favorite mount for quick traveling. He was nervous of how the summoning system would work in the new world.
"[Shadow Charger]"
A steed made from solid shadow formed in front of Mallador. It had no saddle and was larger than the average horse. The player would have no problem getting on though. He would hold on to its long, dark mane if needed.
The horse lowered its head to the ground, prostrating itself before the Reaper. Its flaming purple eyes looked at the ground, full of loyalty.
The mount neighed slightly, calling out to Mallador. However, the wraith was stunned. Even though Yggdrasil had some of the best graphics ever made, it was nothing compared to this. The horse was so realistic, so detailed, that Mallador's jaw hang open behind his mask and his eyes widened.
The horse nervously neighed again, feeling the eyes of its master bearing down on it, fearing failure.
Mallador got over his surprise and smiled at the horse.
"Hmm, I don't suppose you know what I'm saying but can I ride you?"
Mallador knew that it was a foolish question considering he had summoned the mount for the sole purpose of riding it, but he was a polite man. He always asked.
The horse simply neighed again and knelt on its legs, allowing its master to ride it. Suddenly, it began to speak telepathically to its master.
"I am overjoyed to be your mount, master."
The Reaper backed away in surprise. The horse could speak? And such perfect speech at that. It did not stutter. It's words were as strong like its body.
Mallador asked the [Shadow Charger] in surprise.
"You speak?"
"No, my lord. I can maintain a telepathic link with you because you are my summoner but I cannot speak to anyone else, not that I want to."
The horse looked away from Mallador, its cheeks a slight tinge of purple. The player's imaginary sweat dropped down his neck as he realized that the horse was blushing.
"Umm, just wondering. Are you male or female?"
"My gender should be female, although I will be male if you order me to, my lord."
Mallador's imaginary sweat kept dripping.
I don't even want to know what that means.
"Umm, you can call me Mallador if you wish."
"Yes, Mallador-sama."
Mallador frowned behind his mask. Sama? That was too grand for him. But since the [Shadow Charger] wanted to call him that, he decided to let it go.
"Hmm, you need a name. I can't just call you shadow charger. Lets see now."
Mallador placed his hand under his chin.
"How about Misha?"
"I am satisfied with whatever name you choose for me, Mallador-sama."
Back when Mallador was a child, he had a brown bear plushie he named misha. The plushie disappeared one day, leaving the young player crying for days.
Misha wasn't exactly a horse name, but the mount was as thick as a bear, and probably stronger too.
"Good. We will depart now."
Mallador walked to the horse and sat on it, his hands grasping its mane tightly.
The horse rose on all fours. It neighed happily. The mount was overjoyed by the sensation of its master riding on it.
"Where shall I go, Mallador-sama?"
"Forward. There's nowhere to go but forward."
Misha neighed loudly and galloped forward, through the mist.
During his travels, Mallador noticed a lot of skeleton warriors in the area. They ranged from level 5-20, not a threat. Mallador thought that this place would be an excellent spot for ambushing newbies. He quickly put the thought out of his head. He did not have time to think about that kind of thing.
The desolate wasteland was devoid of life, inhabited only by the undead. Everywhere was practically the same with few natural landmarks. Still, Mallador still pressed forward. There was nowhere else to go.
After 5 minutes of traveling, Mallador was tired of seeing skeletons with their fragile, rusted armor and weapons. He wanted to kill some of them out of boredom, but refrained from doing so. They could be controlled by someone he did not want to offend, someone more powerful than him.
The Reaper did not know how powerful he was in the new world. In Yggdrasil he was level 100, but here, what was he? An ant or an elephant?
Mallador was tired of the same scenes over and over again and decided to pick up the pace, ordering hiss steed to move at an abnormal speed. The [Shadow Charger] had a special ability which allowed it to rapidly speed up. It could not be used in the physical realm, only in the shadow realm.
The shadowy mount was so fast, everything was a blur around Mallador except for the horse.
After 1 more minute of traveling, Mallador told his horse to stop. He had seen something massive in the blur before him, he wanted to see what it was.
The [Shadow Charger] stopped instantly, its momentum enough to to generate a wind that could power a windmill. Something like the feat the mount accomplished would not only kill a normal horse and the rider, but would reduce them to a bloody paste. But out of the rider and the horse, neither was normal. The momentum also kicked up a great heap of dust, making the scene look like something from a cartoon or anime.
Mallador facepalmed and muttered.
"Showoff."
The player made sure Misha couldn't hear him.
After he took his hand away from his face, The Reaper noticed a massive ship before him.
The ship was massive, more than 103 feet long. The ship had 5 layers of cabins and pure black sails with a giant skull painted on each. A flag hanged proudly on the crows nest. Mallador could not tell what the flag looked like because it was too far away.
The ship was made of very dark wood, almost black. The ship's head was shaped like a laughing skull, carved of the same wood that the ship was made of. Two giant skulls were at the sides of the ship, seemingly observing their surroundings.
The pirate ship was very damaged however, mallador could see from his position that the sails were ripped in many places. The Jolly Roger had holes in it. The wood that made the ship was slowly decomposing. The skulls on the ship were the only things in tip top shape.
However, Mallador was not interested by the ship itself, but by the fact that it was floating in mid air, sailing slowly through the mist that covered the strange new land.
"Misha. Leave me for now. I will call you when I need your assistance."
The horse bowed.
"Understood, Mallador-sama. If you need me, please just call my name. I will be there no matter where you are."
With that, Misha was suddenly covered with a black cocoon. It quickly disappeared, leaving nothing within it.
Mallador smirked again.
"Showoff."
After Misha's departure, Mallador begaan thinking aloud.
"Hmm, I want to get on the ship, but how?"
Suddenly, the player had an idea. He would fly up to to the top. All he needed to do was use his shadowmancer abilities.
Mallador imagined that he was flying at 100 miles per hour to the top of the ship and he was. It was simple. After the wraith was right above the ship, he stopped, floating in mid air, his cloak flapping behind him.
After looking at the top of the ship, Mallador noticed an elder lich steering the ship. It was dressed in brown robes that stretched down to its legs. The fabric was torn and rotting.
However, there was something interesting about the elder lich. It wore a brown pirate hat and had a black eye patch over his left eye, the strap going all the way to the back of its head. The hat was also torn and ancient. Whatever symbol written on the front was now gone.
Mallador didn't know what to think about this new character. He was just too lame.
The pirate captain's skeleton sailors helped out with their chore on the ship.
Interesting, it seems to be a pirate ship. The captain is a cringy elder lich with mismatched clothes and his lackeys are skeleton/pirate stereotypes. Really?
"Huhu. This would have made for a good dungeon."
Mallador regretted speaking those words immediately. He was suddenly overcome with sadness. His friends would laugh so hard if they saw the pirate ship. The wraith would now have to enjoy the sight before them.
Mallador flew down to the captain. The player landed right behind the skeleton, who didn't even notice his new visitor.
The Reaper equipped one of his shotguns and pointed it to the back of the undead captain.
I don't want to hurt these guys. They've never done anything bad to me. Haaaa. But I really need information. I have to do this.
Mallador snapped his fingers and appeared in the physical realm. He started whispering in the place where the captain's ear would have been when he was alive.
"Don't move or you will die."
The captain tried to turn around but somehow knew that he would die if he did that. He did not know what the object pointed to the back of his head was, but knew that it could kill him easily. He also knew that the creature behind the weapon would not hesitate to kill him.
He also felt a presence. Something extremely powerful and dark. The undead had no doubt that his visitor could kill everyone on his ship with no effort. However, something was off. The presence was dark, but radiated no malice or evil. This was highly unusual.
The world had two great powers, positive and negative energy. Positive energy was a bright, warm, gentle force that healed the living and harmed the undead. It radiated kindness and charity. Negative energy gives birth to the undead, sculpting them out of hate from their past lives. It was a cold and cruel force that healed the dead and harmed the living. It radiated hatred and evil.
However, the feeling the undead captain received did not belong to either of those forces, but something else. At first glance, its darkness makes it feel like negative energy. But, it is lacking in the hatred and evil departments. It was a neutral power.
The captain was baffled at the newfound power. How could a force other than positive and negative energy exist? But there was no time to worry about that. The being behind him would most likely kill him if he did not take what he seeked, ending the captain's unlife.
However, when the captain as thinking, his crew did not remain idle. They were normal level 30 skeletons. That said, there was a lot of them. They grabbed their rusted rapiers and flintlocks to try to fight the Reaper.
The undeda were all sentient and had developed strong feelings for their captain for always treating them like family. They would not let this new being kill him. That said, they were up against a level 100 player. The swashbuckler did not have any detection skills that let the know how powerful the being before them was, so they just assumed that he was a thief that had to rely on stealth to attack. Thieves are not excellent when combating a group of enemies head on.
That was why the crew thought they had a chance.
Mallador shook his head and signed. He did not want to resort to killing, but if he was attacked, he would do just that.
The captain, knowing what would happen to his crew if they attacked the Reaper, shouted out to them with a hoarse voice.
"Stop! Put your weapons down! If you attack him you will die!"
The Reaper chuckled.
"A clever decision captain."
He turned to the crew.
"Give me the information I desire and I'll leave you alone. I have no other motives."
The captain and his crew frowned. Information? Why would someone go to a ghost ship in the middle of nowhere to ask questions? They had been separated from the outside world for a considerable amount of time now. They did not have a lot of information to give.
The captain took the task upon himself to give the reaper the information he desired. He was the one in charge. He had to act like it.
"What information do you seek, strange creature?"
Mallador smiled.
"It seems we understand each other captain."
He lowered his shotgun from the captain's head.
"Now, let's sit down and negotiate like civilized beings."
Mallador returned his shotgun to his inventory. The undead crew did not notice or care. Their full attention was focused on the powerful being that had come to their ship.
The captain escorted Mallador to his champers. It was a small cabin with walls made of rotting wood. The floor was covered by a ripped and torn brown rug. The place looked like crap.
There was a table in the room, two chairs to go along with it. They were made of a red oak that was decomposing away. Same with the chairs. They were also old and used, looking like they may fall apart anytime.
Mallador ignored the horrible state of the furniture and sat down on a chair on one side of the table. The captain sat on the other side.
"Please forgive our lack of refreshments. We are undead and do not require food."
Mallador was surprised at how well mannered the undead was. Wasn't he supposed to be a pirate?
"Let me introduce myself. I am captain John Hawk of the Queen Annabell's Vengeance. May I know who you are? Strange being-dono?"
Mallador thought telling the captain his title wouldn't hurt.
"Yes. It it about time I introduced myself. I am sorry. My real name is a closely guarded secret. But you can call me the Reaper."
The captain had no choice to be satisfied with that. He could not demand anything of a being that could kill him anytime he liked. The only reason that he wasn't a pile of bones on the deck was because the Reaper didn't want to kill him then.
"That is fine, Reaper-dono. We all have our secrets."
"I am glad that you understand, Captain Hawk."
"Now then, about the information that I require."
After a long conversation, Mallador got the gist of things. The new world was divided into kingdoms of humans. Two of them, the Re-Estize kingdom and the Baharuth empire war with each other annually in the Katze Plains, the name of the fog infested land.
Those two were the only kingdoms John knew of, since other ones did not cross the Katze Plains regularly. The crew was created by a summoning item of the 6 gods, same with the mist. Mallador assumed that the gods were players that was transported to the new world. He would try to seek them out.
After Mallador got his answers, he prepared to leave. He asked the captain for directions to the Re-Estize kingdom. He did a mental coin flip for the Empire or the Kingdom and the kingdom was picked.
After saying farewell to the crew of the ghost ship that would soon be subjugated by the Sorcerer King, The Reaper rode off into the distance, determined to learn more about the strange new world.
Flashforward
Mallador went to E-Rantel from the shadow realm to spy on people's conversations. After a while, he learned many things about the new world, and after a bit of exploring, he found Nazarick and Momonga. He was glad that someone whom he knew was in the new world with him as well.
As for the NPCs, Mallador thought that it was strange that they were alive now. But, new world, new rules. If someone saw the situation in that kind of perspective, it wasn't as strange. That is what Mallador did.
Mallador was not there when Shaltear rebelled because he was busy with an investigation. He could not be everywhere at once. Mallador felt guilty when he heard of the incident. His best friend could have died and he was not there to prevent it. Maybe he should just show himself to Momonga and help prevent future incidents like this?
Mallador decided not to. Staying anonymous would be the best thing to do for Nazarick. If the guardians knew about him, they would limit his movements in fear of him being hurt. The player was the best possible candidate for a spy and an assassin. His full potential was needed.
Mallador learned to use all of his abilities and passives, along with a few new ones as well. The ability to control his emotions was one of them. He would always have a cool head is he wished, but could also feel the joy of the emotional spectrum. This was one of the positive aspects of the Wraith class.
(Anyway, enough about that. This part of the story is dedicated to the resurrection of Clementine. I can't get off topic.)
Mallador followed the thief who carried off Clementine's broken body to the Slane Theocracy for resurrection. He would not let information get out about Momon no matter the cost. The black warrior was essential for the good reputation of Nazarick.
What would people think if it is suddenly revealed that their armored superhero is an undead whom they believe to hate the living? There was probably way to get around it but it was best to play it safe.
After the thief took Clementine's body to the resurrection priests, Mallador began to smile. Finally, he would see the mastermind behind the black scripture that brainwashed Shalltear.
As for how he knows the leader would be there, one of the resurrection priests said to take Clementine to the Captain of the Black Scripture. Mallador tried to find the man before, but was unsuccessful. It just takes too long to learn the exact location of someone like that.
Mallador would finally have a chance for a easy meeting with him. Clementine was escorted into the room where she was to be interrogated. The mages' pathetic 5th tier detection spells had no effect on Mallador as he followed Clementine into the room.
The former Black Scripture member was strapped to the chair. The captain began speaking. Just when Clementine was about to say tht Momonga was an elder lich, Mallador activated [Gunsman's Reflexes] and time began to slow down, almost stopping.
Everything was not in black and white like when time is stopped, because according to the lore, time is seemingly slowed down because of the user's excellent reflexes.
Mallador equipped one of his shotguns and snapped his fingers, appearing right before Clementine and blasting her through the chair.
He made sure to stay for a while so the captain would sense his power and hopefully refrain from threatening Momon again.
The Reaper left behind a single raven feather as a farewell, and snapped his fingers again.
I'm sorry for the really late upload
Fever+Schoolwork and studying=no time to write
Yeah, the upload rate might be a little slower from now on,
but I'm writing 17pg stories now
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Tell me in the comments whether you guys watch irregular at magic high school/ Mahōka Kōkō no Rettōsei