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HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World

I dies meet a god and let him decide what would be my fate. Yes that is what happen. I died before my time because of god unsightly mistake. Then he offered me some wishes and which world to go, but I decline and tell the god that anything is fine. And now I am in a world with Magic… yes there is magic in this world. Well what would happen and how I will live in this world… curious, well you have to read the story for that… l am too lazy to explain all that.

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Chapter 29: Troll Hunt!

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I returned to my previous job of decorating the staircase banisters with black and orange ropes, to fit into the Halloween spirit.

Ravenclaw house was raking in points as I and the other muggle-borns went around school with Halloween decorations trying to get others into the holiday spirit.

We had already gotten approval from the teachers, well except Snape, and now we were currently in the lead with points.

Going to the seventh floor I got to work on cleaning the marble statues for any dirt with a rag and some water.

"Ah, I thank you, kind boy. You wouldn't believe how long it has been since I've been properly cleaned," spoke the stone pig as I reached under its belly.

"No problem, just trying to get into the holiday spirit," I told it as I placed a pumpkin ribbon around its neck.

In truth, I was testing its foundation to see if it could be moved from the spot. Those that could would get a pumpkin ribbon while those that couldn't would get a bat one.

Next, I started dusting all of the paintings I came across, striking conversations with a few.

From an outsider's perspective it must have looked like I just really enjoyed cleaning, but what I was actually doing was setting up a trap for tonight's event.

[Special Holiday Quest: Troll Hunt

Do you have what it takes to consider yourself the top predator? Prove yourself by killing the troll. The prizes vary depending on how many objectives you can complete before the event ends.]

[Objective 1: Kill the troll.]

[Objective 2: Do it in under 10 minutes.]

[Objective 3: Use an unconventional weapon to deal the finishing blow.]

[Objective 4: Do it alone.]

[Objective 5: Don't use any magic.]

[Bronze Prize: Complete 1 Objective.]

[Silver Prize: Complete 3 Objectives.]

[Gold Prize: Complete 5 Objectives.]

Seeing as this was supposed to be a special event, it was safe to assume that the prizes themselves had to be worthwhile.

Still, the whole no magic part did make things significantly harder. Though I was confident that I could still beat it so long as I was properly prepared.

Speaking of well prepared, I noticed the Weasley twins scurrying around with a box of pranking items.

A few whispers here and there was all it took for word of a muggle tradition called trick r' treating to reach the redheads' ears. The two looked absolutely ecstatic as they boobytrapped the entire school.

Bang!

"Argh! Damn you Weasleys!"

"Hahaha…"

Almost to illustrate my point, a Slytherin stepped on a tile which caused him to be splashed with red and yellow paint. Everyone in the corridor laughed at his misfortune at being pranked, before cautiously looking at the ground. It was all in good fun as a simple cleaning spell would get rid of the paint.

I memorized the location of all their traps since I would need them later tonight.

After a week of planning everything was running smoothly. The only thing I was really worried about was the human factor, mainly the so-called Golden Trio.

But no matter, today would be the first step on my grand path.

Reaching my room, I took out my spirit stone.

It had already been two weeks since I took it from the gnomes. Unfortunately, I couldn't take the one that was protecting the village since it had already fused to the land. The jar of honey was completely gone at this point.

Fortunately, the dungeon would reset itself every 5 days, and I was free to raid the gnome village once more, for more honey and another spirit stone.

I had even gained a new title from my initial genocide.

[Overlord: Evil always finds a way. You have shown what it takes to be a heartless cold-blooded bastard… congratulations. You are ready to embark on the path of destruction and mayhem.

Effect: 200% boost to the dark arts.

Effect: It becomes easier to tame dark creatures, (light creatures are now cautious of you)

Effect: Territory Management Mode is activated. You can now control and modify any acquired territory remotely.]

Oh, yes, killing those gnomes was indeed the right decision. Too bad I couldn't claim the area as my territory, since the dungeons were randomly generated each time, so any structures I built would disappear too.

I really needed to start looking for a place to call my own soon.

Taking a knife, I clenched it tightly enough for blood to run down the blade's edge and fall on the white spirit stone.

The droplet of blood disappeared as they were absorbed by the stone, it pulsed with light in a rhythm similar to a heartbeat.

Since the description said that the type of spirit was determined by what I fed it, I decided to test this by feeding it a range of different things.

Blood, potions, soul stones, plants, animals, weapons, basically anything and everything. I wasn't that overly concerned if this one proved to be a failure since I still had 3 blank spirit stones in my inventory.

Now then, classes would begin in only a few minutes, all there was left was to wait.

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I watched the events unfold from my vantage point, looking down at the courtyard.

It looks like my needless meddling hadn't changed too much; Hermione was still the same insecure little girl that she was when she arrived. Maybe even more so, on account of my efforts to make her self-conscious for the past couple of days.

As someone that considered themselves my rival, the mean-spirited comment from Ron must have finally made her realize the stark contrast in position we held in our respective houses.

I was the smart popular kid that everyone naturally flocked to, while she was the shy introvert that spent all her time studying. We were polar opposites in the social scale.

"Watcha looking at," came the annoying voice of a certain Slytherin, as they joined my side.

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