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The Ruined Death Knight

After someone took my life away from me, I felt something or someone pulling my entire being together with my memories away from me and placing them into somewhere where it was cold and hollow. And when I thought that my life came back to me... I realized that my new life as one of the dead had already begun... "Who am I?" Which path will this soul choose? A path of Perseverance or a path of Ruination? * * * * P.S: This is my first novel that I write so there is bound to be mistakes...so go easy on me xD

Allenheim · Fantasy
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You can Actualy Runesmith!?

"Your mind me taking a look at those before making a decision?" I pointed at the armor stands to the side.

"Hmph, go ahead if you still doubt my work. I will be back there, so call me when you are done."

Looking at him go I scoffed internally.

`I would be a fool not to check it when you sell faulty stuff.´

Forgetting about the dwarf's behavior, I turned around for the more juicier stuff.

Walking towards the armor stands I even realized a big problem right off the bat.

"Seems like there aren´t that many sets with the right helmet..." I murmured somewhat disappointed.

This time the problem wasn´t the quality, but more of the design.

Not every set had a helmet that covered my whole face. And that was no small problem.

It wasn´t like that I could walk outside without giving any care to the whole world with my skeleton face.

If I were to do that I might charm someone with a weird fetish, but at the same time call doom upon me.

"I could buy the set without the helmet and buy another helmet that isn´t part of the set..."

`But I would much prefer buying the whole package...´

After some look around there were about 3 sets that had all my requirements.

[Heavy Steel Armor]: A armor made by a journeyman dwarf blacksmith. By the arts of a dwarf blacksmith, the heavy armor turned tougher and ticker than this actual weight tells. The armor holds an Enchantment of the lower tier earth attribute which makes the armor slightly more resistant towards blunt and piercing attacks.

"An enchantment, huh. That´s a first." I said slightly surprised.

`If I remember right enchantments should be similar to runes and yet different.´

Touching the next armor set the information of it came right in front of my eyes.

[Salamander Steel Armor]: A armor made by a journeyman dwarf blacksmith. By the arts of a dwarf blacksmith, the armor managed to make an armor made of salamander leather and combine it with steel while holding the traits of Salamander. The armor is slightly more resistant towards the fire and the enchantment on it makes the mana that goes through your body flow more smoothly if the mana is used for a fire-type spell.

"Lether from Salamander..? It would even be great for Rapha but on me. I rather pass." As far as I knew those salamanders were simple just overgrown lizards which breathed fire. At least that´s what I understood when I talked with the different slaves.

The idea of the armor using some monster parts did sound somehow appealing. but the armor was wasted on me.

"One more left I guess..." I reached my hand to touch the armor that had bints gold-looking metal while the rest was of steel.

Touching the armor made the description appear in front of my eyes.

But before I could even read it a slight hot feeling came towards my palm that was touching the armor.

"The heck?"

I quickly withdraw my hand. Seeing that the heat disappeared and my palm was still fine, I gazed towards the description

[Blessed Steel Armor]: A armor made by the corporation of a journeyman dwarf blacksmith and a priest. An armor forged by the arts of a dwarf blacksmith from steel and some parts by asherrim. The armor was blessed and enchanted to further increase the efficiency of holy and light magic spells.

"So this once increase holy and light magic and it isn´t just made out of steel?" Clicking at the words in the window the description came into my sight.

But after reading them I was shocked.

[Holy Magic]: A magic allowed only the believers of a certain holy deity. The bane of dead mana.

[Light Magic]: Magic is heavily combined with Life Force, which makes it more effective on beings with more dead mana or less if the beings don´t have any dead mana in them.

[Asherrim]: A rare metal that is as tough as iron but holds extremely well light and holy properties. Also goes by the name of [Blessed Iron].

"So there was such a thing...Isn´t this kind of magic basically against every undead?"

As a being who has pure dead mana inside my body make holy and light magic literally into anti-undead magic in my book. The same goes with that asherrim stuff!

"Just touching those things makes my hand feel like burning...is such magic seriously that powerful against me...?" I mumbled to myself while touching the blessed armor with all the inappropriate ways one would think about.

"Hey! Stop touching that armor already! This thing isn´t for sale!"

Being reminded that someone else was watching me, I took my hands of the armor.

"I wasn´t going to buy it anyway...but I already decided on that heavy armor over there"

"Wait, you mean that armor? Are you even able to effort it?" replied the dwarf with a frown on this face.

"Well, why aren´t you telling me the price first and see if I can pay."

"Heh, for the whole set it would be 20 gold coins. Take it or leave."

Hearing that made me flinch unconsciously.

Although I had 57 gold coins in me the 20 gold coins that the armor cost also made me somehow dumbfounded.

According to Oliver 100 silver coins have the same worth as 1 whole gold coin which is enough for a commoner to live almost a whole year comfortable.

And that guy right now is telling me that this armor has the same cost as almost a year of comfortable but 20 times more expensive?

"I got the money, but isn´t that too expensive?"

The dwarf simply shrugged this shoulder at me.

"Of course it isn´t expensive. do you think that you can find many shops selling enchanted armor like me?"

"...Fine"

Although recently, I gave him these 20 gold coins to this hand.

"Do you have a room where I can change into that armor..?"

"Oh, sure..." said slightly stunned the dwarf.

After following the dwarf into a small room together with the set of armor that I bought.

"You can change here..."

Nodding towards him, I closed the door.

"I guess I don´t need those anymore..."

*Thuad!

Piece by piece, the armor fell to the ground together with the cloth that I had hidden my body.

After removing everything in my body except the small cloth in my ribs. I started wearing my newly bought armor.

The armor chest piece was bulge but not to the point of restraining my movements. But what surprised me the most was the weight differences!

Though my recent increase of attributes, the previews armor that I had felt extremely light in comparison to this armor. Although armor being light isn´t a bad thing, but the cause of my body being pure bones I am extremely light myself! Which makes the extra weight in my opinion a plus.

"It fits nicely too..."

Going out of the small room I see the dwarf smile awkwardly.

"Is something wrong?"

"No..."

"Good, cause I will need to buy something else too."

With a frown on this face, dwarf asked somehow tired.

"What else would you need?"

"I need a sheath for that, "I said while showing Veren at the dwarf.

"So you would like to make a custom order for it, right? If you let me take some measurements of it I can finish it by tomorrow."

Removing the black cloth from Veren, I shoved it to the dwarf.

"Here..."

"It will take just a moment-" Before the dwarf could finish this sentence, he choked midway out of shock.

"Y-You! How!? From where did you get a runed weapon!?" The dwarf said with a crazy smile on this face.

`What kind of reaction is this for him to go crazy? Does he whose sword that is? I better don´t say anything stupid...´

"I got the sword from someone..." That should be enough to calm him down-.

"Who!? From who did you get it from!?"

`Why is he so crazed up to know from who it is!? He has to know who made the runes. Will have to find an excuse first.´

"My father gave me the sword..."

"What!? You father you say!"

"Yes..." That guy is crazy.

"Was he a runesmith!?"

Looking at these eyes turning crazier by the second I unconsciously made a step back.

"And what if he was..?"

With the dwarf making a stupid smile at my response, I was about to grab a sword from this armory and end this crazy man's life.

"Does that by any change mean...that you are also a runesmith?"

As I was about to bunch at him and retrieve the Veren out of this hands, I suddenly froze.

"How did you know...?" I whispered to my stunned self.

But the dwarf ears did by god knows how to manage to hear that whisper of mine.

"So you are one!"

Without being able to react to the joyful voice of this dwarf cause of how stunned I was, he let the Veren on top of a table and quickly grabbed my hand.

And with a voice full of companionship and joy, he said.

"Would you like to work with me!?"

`???´

"Huh?"

Confusion overwhelmed my mind and without any knowledge of what I just did.

I stared blankly at the dwarf Mr.happy face in front of me...