12-A Quest From the Ancient One
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Out of thirteen slaves he bought, Allen had created three renegade spirits. Black condensed balls floated in front of him.
According to his plan, the first spirit would be used to learn the Undead Raising Technique from the original book. The second spirit would be used to learn an offensive spell that could damage other’s soul and body. The third one would be saved by him for future usage.
After Allen had mastered Renegade Spirit Refining, his resistance to pain and mental damage had gone up. He could withstand the pain and suffering of absorbing ordinary living beings’ souls to nourish his own soul.
His expenditure had been divided into two. Firstly, Allen needed slaves to nourish his soul, level up, put experience into the system, and refine renegade spirit; luckily, ordinary slaves were cheap. Secondly, he had to exchange magical resources to learn a top spell he had recorded in the system; it was a pity to not take advantage of them.
Allen looked at the video of Darkness Chain. It was one of the top spells he had chosen under his taste. It had to be versatile. This chain could be used to bind, attack, support, and even defense. The resources required to learn it could be found in the hall.
As he went to the homepage of the system, he accidentally saw mailbox, the new function the Ancient Beast of Enlightenment and Knowledge had given to him. He remembered he had got one message.
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The First and the Last Quest from the Oldest Being
The oldest being in the entire multiverse took a liking to your desire for knowledge and power and decided to give you a reward. However, nothing can be achieved without effort.
You must complete this task: Feed the system with 50 souls.
Rewards: 1. 50 experience to the system. 2. A free pass to level up the system to tier 2.
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His system was tier 0. Allen wondered what was provided in the next tier.
Allen let the renegade spirits floated around the room. “If the number keeps increasing, I need to store it somewhere, somehow.”
Allen left the tent and headed to the hall. As he went in, two people chatted casually about something that attracted his attention.
“Did you know? All elders and their attendants have gone out. The sect elder has summoned them to our sect’s true base.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard it. I can’t believe they leave the task of making slave soldiers to us, mere disciples, without being watched.”
“Well, it’s an urgent thing. The sect leader will open the Nether Necropolis. It’s a dangerous place, but many opportunities reside inside. I heard the rumor that it’s located near Shadowperk City, but only the sect leader knows the entrance.”
Allen’s eyes widened when he heard that. Then, he remembered the place where he got the system. A place the Shadowperk citizens went by the task from the magus of Myriad Essence School.
“But it’s only an empty mansion. Maybe there’s existed the entrance to the said necropolis somewhere inside it.”
When their chats had reached the climax, a third-person barged in their conversation. “Gentlemen, you can’t be lax here. Elders have trusted Eldest Brother Grimfield with everything. He’s on the way here. You can be punished if he knows.”
Suddenly a bunch of people came in. They were led by a man with ruffled hair. His eye bags were swollen and dark-colored. His back was hunched. However, his pale body got big muscles.
“Greetings, Eldest Brother.”
Everyone was bowing, so Allen followed it too. Grimfield was passing by him. However, he suddenly halted and glanced at him.
“Oh, looks who’s got here. It’s Elder Karnstein’s new attendant,” Grimfield said.
“You recognize me, Eldest Brother?”
“How can I not? I have had watched you sparring with her. Hell, she didn’t stand a chance against you in close combat. To be able to defeat a favored, I, El Grimfield, admire you.” He touched his shoulders. “You can raise, my friend.”
“It’s my honor to be known by you, Eldest Brother.”
Grimfield nodded. “What makes you here, friend?”
“I just want to exchange some resources to learn a spell.”
“Oh, you must be learning a close combat spell.”
Allen sighed. “Sadly, I am not. Master ordered me to learn mid-range combat spell. I’ll act as support for her.” He didn’t lie. Mircalla had told him so.
“That’s a waste of your talent, but that makes sense. Elder Karnstein is a close combat magus. She made Mr. Evest a long-range magus, even though he’s skilled with martial arts. By the way, how may I address you, my friend? Isn’t it awkward to address you like that?”
“My name is Allen Vos.”
“Oh, it’s no surname given from her. Haven’t you got a surname from Elder Karnstein?”
Grimfield’s voice became slightly colder. It made sense because every elder’s attendant would get a new surname from their masters; it was a proof of honor.
“She was in a hurry that she only left this.” Allen showed the insignia Mircalla gave him. “She has promised to give me a new surname later.”
“I see. She really trusts you to leave it in your hand.” Grimfield embraced his shoulder and whispered, “Say, Mr. Vos, do you have any interest to learn body spell? I can help you. I am a core disciple that serves under sect master directly. I can teach you this sect’s top-secret spell for a reasonable price. For example Limitless Vigor Body Art. It can enhance your body to the point it’s comparable to that of rank one magical beast. Only core disciples can learn it with the help of undead coffin.
“If you get interested, come to the number one tent anytime.”
With that, Grimfield walked to the receptionist and left after he got his goods.
Allen didn’t have any intention to come to him. After all, Mircalla had told him those slave soldiers had learned the same thing. The practitioner of that art would get his body rotten like an undead. In other words, El Grimfield wanted to harm him.
Allen looked at the direction he had left. He snorted. “Hmph, I am not easy to get scammed.”
Allen exchanged some resources before he went back to his tent.
After some rest, Allen focused on learning Darkness Chain. In dining, he sat and took a breath. He imagined the spell model of Darkness Chain. While he was doing that, he picked the resources he had bought.
Allen put some herbs, a certain potion, and bone powder into a mortar. He ground until it had mixed completely. After that, he burnt it and created smoke. He inhaled it a bit and didn’t forget to keep the image of the chain clear in his mind.
The second step, Black mana covered his entire hands as Allen manipulated the smoke. It kept changing form a bit.
Allen sweated. His breath was heavy. After almost 8 hours working on it, the smoke finally became a chain.
“Disperse!” Allen waved his hands and the chain-shaped smoke vanished.
“Darkness Chain!” As Allen chanted the name of the spell, a black chain made of mana appeared before him. It soared to the sky, almost crashing the roof of the tent. With his will, it turned left and circled the room.
Allen’s hands trembled. He cast the spell off. “It can only last in three minutes. I have to work hard. Maybe in a week, I can fully master it. Well, it’s time to rewrite my schedule.”
Each day, Allen bought thirteen slaves. He fed the system with a soul. He didn’t forget to nourish his soul and expand his inner sea; it cost him two souls. The rests were used to make the renegade spirit. Allen could only produce two or three in a day.
Allen only went out to bury the slaves’ corpse. He always did that in the evening. After he had done, he could lie on the ground and watch the sunset. It made him remembered his family in the dream.
“It’s quiet.” Allen always muttered that with a blissful face. After the sun had sunk, he went back to the tent that only had candles as lighting. His mood went blank again.
With only those activities he did, a week had passed. Allen sat in the dining room, playing with the darkness chain he had mastered.
Reymond and Mircalla had said they would be back in a week.
Allen was slightly happy. His fortune had thinned out with all his expenses. He didn’t dare to order slaves for his own usage when she got back, but at least he could focus on something else with his income.
“I have become level 8 in a week. They said people with normal spiritual roots need a month and a half to reach level 9. It’s best if I reach level 10 in three months. Mircalla said if one needs more time to reach that level, one should just giving up on cultivating.
“I have mastered Darkness Chain too and completed forming spell model for the technique from the original’s book. I will alter the plan to learn Undead Raising Technique. For now, I will focus on leveling up and learning Renegade Ghost Rush. With that, I can be an ideal all-rounder.”
Renegade Ghosts Rush was an offensive spell he had found in the original book. It could damage both body and soul. To learn it, Allen had to do two things:
Firstly, Allen had to transform his middle layer of the soul into a soul cage to store souls and spirits; it was a coincidence because he got a headache thinking a way to store his renegade spirits. Secondly, he had to successfully transform a renegade spirit into a renegade ghost.
This spell was different from the casting type. If casting spell conjured its form from the caster’s mana and would vanish within a certain period of time, this spell summoned renegade ghosts from the soul cage.
“This is a true necromancy spell. Renegade ghost will be the first undead I have as a true necromancer.”
Allen picked a spirit that floated nearest him and then recited the spell he had memorized, “The infernal was made to destroy. The will of destruction surges; I sever ties with creation, fate, and reincarnation. My path is linked to death, and to the Death, I will offer this renegade spirit.”
Black mana formed a vortex in his hands. The spirit inside it started to change form to; from a condensed black ball, it expanded and wiggled like jelly.
“This is bad. It will fail!”
Suddenly, the spirit exploded. Allen could hear a cheer as though it had got freedom.
“Damn, I have got nineteen left. Hopefully, I can transform my soul before I use them up.”
At night, Allen decided to stop. He had used up five spirits in total. His stomach rumbled.
Allen peeked outside. It was quiet. “When will they back?”
Allen sat again, but he did nothing. Before he realized, he had got asleep. Sunlight barged in through the gap between the curtains when he woke up.
“They haven’t been back? Wait, why do I wait for them? I actually disturb my own schedules.”
Allen did his daily activity. After he got breakfast, he refined renegade spirits again.
“I’ve got a glimpse of how to transform it. I will make progress.”
The spirit in his hands vanished; he could hear a cheer from the released spirit. However, it was definitely a success. Although the spirit had gone back to the will of the universe, Allen had absorbed the backup karma and memories of it.
The karma and memories of people in despair started to partially transform the middle layer of his soul. At first, it was just a halo sphere. Then, the very bottom of it had changed into a foundation of floors.
Allen grabbed his chest. His breath was rough and heavy. The despair and pain left by the backup memory flowed into his soul. He waited, but it wouldn’t stop.
“These feelings haven’t vanished yet. The book didn’t explain this drawback. Curse you, the original.”
Allen controlled his breath. His body was well; the pain came from his soul. He gritted his teeth. “I should conquer it with my own will.”
Allen wriggled on the floor. He started to regret his action to learn necromancy.
“Is this why the original has have warned me through the book? Then, why the fuck he wrote it vaguely?”
Allen grabbed the edge of the table and forced himself to stand. “No, if he’s me, I won’t prevent someone to learn it just because of this pain. There must be another way. If necromancy isn’t profitable, he won’t have written it in his book.”
Allen went out of the tent from the curtains of the kitchen. There was a birdcage where the messenger crow residing. He slipped a message to the ring that attached to its talon.
“Fly; give my message to Mr. Skylark. I need many slaves to nourish my soul.”
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Well this became dark